Han Chuan gave Xiao Shuang'er a lot of words and explained for most of the day, this is a good thing that has lasted for hundreds of years in the Liangguang area, it smells like... Oh, it doesn't smell like, it's just that because of the sour bamboo shoots, it's not the same as the usual aroma...

But when it comes to eating, it's definitely good!

If it wasn't a good product, could it be passed down for so many years?

What is the saying?

The ancients have judged the delicious and the undelicious for you - the delicious, such as chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, fish, have become poultry and livestock in thousands of years of food culture and have been successfully domesticated. There is also a criterion for judging, what can be handed down must be what the people say is good, and those things that are not delicious have long been annihilated in the long river of history.

A place, a custom, a grass, a tree and a flower, all are knowledge.

Han Chuan looked at the back of Xiao Shuang'er holding the copper pot away, clasped his hands to his chest, and smiled very happily.

I hope Pei Jialangjun can understand her good intentions.

Pei Lao Qili didn't understand, no one knew.

Xu Yi understands.

Xu Yi sat on Pei Laoqi's side, watching the sharp-toothed little girl in the restaurant hold her breath and take out a copper pot and walk past him, leaving a strange smell.

To describe it as a strange taste, Xu Yi felt that he was too benevolent.

The last time I made a nipple fan, the smell wafted out was like a stinky shoe sole stewed sweat and sour clothes.

Today, it tastes like...

Never mind.

Xu Yan endured it, don't think about it.

After thinking about it, he couldn't eat anymore - these days the mansion was renovated, and he had to come over to take a look, and if it was just dinner time, he would ask the little maid to line up for "Shi Xian", which could be regarded as a nearby dinner. Today is the second time he is passing by for dinner, only to really see the popularity of "Shi Xian", wearing the hall is the little girl with a rounder face, the person who collects the money is an old woman, and a white and tender young man comes out of the stove house from time to time to take a look and take a look.

After a night's silence, he didn't see the shopkeeper's face.

I wanted to learn from Zhang Sanlang's appearance and take two hundred taels to make a "Eat Anywhere" card, but I didn't see the shopkeeper, so I never had this opportunity...

Xu Yi picked up a chopstick, and the fresh and green green bamboo shoots were eaten in his mouth, crispy and tender, and the fried green bamboo shoots were eaten with the original flavor of the fragrance. Today's meals are quite light, the raw rolling hibiscus slice porridge is also delicious, the stir-fried ginkgo is also delicious, the fried fish fillet is tender and refreshing, and accompanied by a small plate of refreshing pickled dried radish, it is very comfortable to eat.

Xu Yi frowned.

It would be nice if there was no strange smell on the tip of the nose...

The restaurant compartment is very open, and the diners at each table have the most complete privacy, Xu Yi can't see who the other party is, but he has infinite interest in the impactful soup pot, and he looks at it very slowly, this person is very familiar, Xu Yi frowned, and remembered that he was a classmate of Guozijian, and it seemed that there was an uncle who held an important position in Jin Wuwei.

Most of them were brought by Zhang Sanlang.

It's just that...

Xu Yi frowned, this man's son and brother have a very strong habit, not like someone who will line up for a meal, or let the little guy line up.

Xu Yi beckoned to Xiao Shuang'er.

Xiao Shuang'er likes this diner very much, if nothing else, just at the face of this diner, she eats two more bowls of rice.

"What else do you need, officer?" Xiao Shuang'er's smile is the same as that of his own shopkeeper, and his smiling eyes are slightly narrowed.

Xu Yi pointed his hand, and his fingertips fell on the room next door, "That son, I haven't seen it in the past." ”

Xiao Shuang'er laughed happily, "Hello eyesight." I haven't come before, but these days have come quite well, saying that I come to dinner every day after school. ”

Xu sighed "heh".

Come to dinner after school every day?

This master?

Don't go to a liquor store to drink? Don't go to the racecourse? Don't you want to invite the Moon Pavilion to write poems?

Xu Yi remembered the last time Jingzhao Yin Liupinguan appeared in the restaurant, and pursed his lips, people's words and deeds have a tendency, where their hearts want, where they go, why do they remember this?

Zhang Saburo of the British public family is because of simple eating, but this Pei Laoqi is not a drunkard.

Xu Yi lowered his head and put down the chopsticks, and then asked Xiao Shuang'er, "What pot did you just bring him?" ”

Speaking of which pot smells like... Xiao Shuang'er's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, this thing just smells like a smell from the clean room, and it tastes quite fragrant, and it is a century-old food in the southeast region." The shopkeeper of our family said that one party, one place and one custom are all knowledge, and cooking is like being a person to be inclusive of all rivers, tolerant is big, not to be in a corner of peace, conceited and arrogant. ”

This girl is talking fast.

It's like memorizing it in advance.

It was taught by the envoy of the Lady of He, right!?

I don't see that the little woman still has such a heart.

Xu Yi remembered the milk fan that smelled weird last time, but it was very fragrant when he ate it, and said with a smile, "Follow the pot and give a copy to so-and-so." ”

Xiao Shuang'er's eyes widened for a moment.

What a hobby this is!

Xiao Shuang'er trotted all the way to the stove house, her breath was not even, she was lying on the porch and out of breath, and pointed outside, "The shopkeeper's shopkeeper!" There are diners outside who also want Pei Langjun's pot! ”

Han Chuan thought his ears were wrong, "What did you say?" Also ordered a snail soup pot? ”

Xiao Shuang'er nodded emphatically.

Han Chuan laughed.

So well!

There is knowledge in every place, every custom!

Existence has a meaning to exist!

is like a ready-to-wear garment of ten or two, although she can't buy it, but some people buy it, so the ready-to-wear shop can continue; She won't buy a roll of coarse linen for five cents, but people's shops are still lively.

There is nothing that cannot be sold, only people who will not sell.

Han Chuan smiled and took a copper pot out again, made the soup base as it was, added millet spicy cut into small grains in the ingredients, and served with boiled eggs, duck feet, fried yuba, chrysanthemum, woad, hibiscus meat slices These side dishes, and finally scalded a large bowl of fine rice noodles with boiling water - this is the most authentic way to eat, first blanch the vegetables and then boil the powder, the main dish and the staple food are served in one pot, which is convenient and lively.

Seeing that this clean room had been upgraded, Xiao Shuang'er unconsciously pinched his nose and walked out.

There were a few red-hot charcoal fires lit in the copper stove, and the soup base boiled in a few moments.

As the soup base boiled, the whole restaurant was filled with a ... Such a taste.

Xu Yimian finished all the side dishes without changing color, waited for the dishes to cook, blew them and put them in his mouth.

Well?

Very unexpected taste.

It really smells bad and tastes good.

The smell has a strange seductive feeling, which makes people can't let go of the chopsticks.

Xu Yi ate expressionlessly, but the food was served quickly.

Han Chuan wiped his hands and came out to see which warrior it was.

When Xu Yi, who was eating the snail pot, came into view, Han Chuan's mouth opened wide, just enough to stuff the boiled eggs in the pot.