If you want to ask what the taste is that Qin Xiang grew up with, it must be a market stall.

She experienced the feeling of growing up too early, and the taste of maturity was sour and astringent. There is always a cold pot and a cold stove at home, so she takes the change and walks through the streets and alleys, looking for her favorite taste.

Every summer, I like to eat those snacks that are reprimanded by adults as made of gutter oil.

Fried chicken is Qin Xiang's favorite delicacy during this period.

The price is not expensive, and you can also choose the part. Whether you like whole chicken, chicken wings, and chicken thighs, you can find it all. And the fried chicken stall that I often go to also sells lo-mei, which will sell some chicken feet, chicken heads, chicken hearts, and chicken gizzards.

When I have more money in my pocket, I will buy a bottle of soda with a polar bear, and then ask for a plate of lo-mei platter, and eat chicken wings.

If she eats too much of these greasy foods, she is crazy about acne in her adolescence.

Even so, it didn't stop her from being gluttonous.

I still remember that there is a shop at the entrance of the alley that makes noodles and cold noodles.

She doesn't care if it's authentic or not, as long as it's delicious.

A small tricycle, carrying a box made of iron frame glass, is a mobile stall.

The old-fashioned method is to eat hot and sour food, and later with the new style, sesame sauce is added. Either way, it's her favorite flavor.

Later, when I grew up, I left the city to go outside, and I ate several kinds of noodles.

One of them is called rolling dough, which makes Qin Xiang the most amazing.

It was clearly just the most ordinary snack, which actually made her think of time. As a result, the dough time once a week has become a reserved item.

Later, she lived in the mountains, and there were fewer types of food to eat. If you want to eat snacks, you have to go to the county seat.

Qin Xiang learned to make it himself, according to the recipe of the food blogger, little by little, until he found the taste in his memory.

She has done dough rolling I don't know how many times, and even sent a video to a video website.

Before the crossing, she posted a video of wheat.

In fact, he planted an acre of wheat on a whim, and he didn't take much care of it, but the harvest was very objective.

The wheat aroma of freshly beaten flour is a fragrance that is difficult to feel outside of the production area.

She made jajangmyeon and also made dough.

On a cool afternoon, I had a good meal.

But when it came to Xiyan, even eating a meal of snow-white flour became a luxury.

Qin Xiang retracted his thoughts and continued to wash his face.

The steps of washing the face are not difficult, as long as you proofrise in advance, you can form enough gluten.

"Okay, these can be left in a cool place overnight."

The cook had already carried the basin to the ice cellar, and the weather was so hot that it would be sour all night.

"Take this to the pot and steam."

Not to mention that no one else has ever seen such a practice, but the two cooks find it rare.

Whose flour is so good that people toss? However, Qin Xiang didn't tell a lie, this flour was really not wasted at all.

Clapped his hands and pulled the little bun with two eyeballs that were about to fall into the basin and walked away.

Halfway through, I didn't forget to bring my father-in-law.

"I can't eat it now, I have to wait for tomorrow."

"Why is it taking so long?" Han Tongtong has grown a little taller again, and she is already a big girl, but she still can't change the habit of biting her fingers.

Qin Xiang took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers, and patiently explained to her: "You can't make dough until the starch is formed." ”

Han Tongtong shook his head, not understanding what this starch was.

In fact, many beings in this era Qin Xiang didn't understand either.

Just like potatoes, just like corn, they shouldn't have been introduced in this period, but they did.

Yes, there is, but the locals don't know how to eat it. So much so that only the poor will eat. Potatoes and corn have become synonymous with inferiority.

Qin Xiang does not study history, nor does he consider any mysterious forces such as the parallel theory of time and space. If it comes, then it is her motto.

Don't look at what she does is related to literary and artistic youth, she is down-to-earth. Hidden in the middle of the city, she will go. Squatting under the eaves of a grass shed in the countryside, holding an enamel jar is also her life.

However, hypocrisy is probably hidden deep in the bones.

She's a person, that's all she has to offer.

Oops, wandering again.

Qin Xiang knocked on his head, always feeling that he had been a little inattentive recently.

"Starch, it's hard to understand."

Without the concept of systematic chemistry, there is no benefit to giving people popular science except to mess with their brains.

"You know, it's enough to make vermicelli, it's a gadget that can be used to thicken tofu soup."

When Han Tongtong heard this, his eyes lit up: "Tongtong wants to eat tofu soup!" I want to eat a tofu soup from Mingju! ”

Qin Xiang listened to the forehead, and squeezed his eyebrows at Han Yunxiao and said, "Your daughter wants to eat a tofu soup from Mingju." ”

Han Yunxiao stepped forward to pick up his daughter and led people out, "It's almost time, and there is no need to prepare food at home today." ”

The two cooks watched their master leave, and then they exchanged ears.

"What kind of dough is that, why can't I understand it?"

"If you can see it, you are the big owner of Yimingju. The owner taught us to cook, which one of them you have heard of before. ”

"That's right. Outsiders say that Mrs. is a village woman with a bad background. But in my opinion, although my wife was born in the countryside, her ancestors may not be. The chef said matter-of-factly.

"If you have eyes, I won't look. It's not that I haven't seen the village girls, how can they have the all-round style of their wives. A village woman in the countryside? Oh, what is so great about these famous and noble women raised in Kyoto, what kind of dogs look down on people! ”

The cook said, snorting and rolling her eyes, "What a noble lady, it's just a group of long-tongued women." ”

Xiaoyu passed by before knocking on the door, and when she heard this stubble, she couldn't help covering her mouth and secretly laughing.

Let's just say that those powerful people in the capital, what kind of family, this lady and that lady, their owners don't look down on it. I didn't look at my background, maybe it hadn't been a few years since I took off the mud skin, so I turned around and thought I had become a superior person.

What if they came out of the village, at least they didn't arrange anyone.

The owner asked her to learn etiquette, so she didn't learn to be as hypocritical as them.

What happened to the merchants? Without them for business, where will they get clothes to wear, and where will they find flowers to wear? If there is no shop at home, where will the money come from? You don't get involved in business, but you don't have a lot of stewards to earn money for you.

Don't say that it is innocent and flawless, as if it is stained with silver and smells all over your body. Without that silver, you're nothing.

"Hmph, this girl is better than them." She doesn't steal or rob, she goes to earn money innocently!

……

Qin Xiang didn't know that Xiaoyu was a little calculating, and he was talking to Han Tongtong.

Since calling Xijing, the little guy has been a lot more lively. All day long, like a noisy little sparrow. Qin Xiang thinks it's okay to be like this, it doesn't matter if the girl is lively. If you are depressed all day long, if you are bullied and refuse to tell your family, then it will be a headache.

Compared with Han Tongtong, it was Han Ziyan who gave her more headaches. Obviously a small one, not a big one, but he has a deep mind. At a young age, he wrinkled his eyebrows every day, as if he was worried that the sky was about to fall.

Qin Xiang really had a headache, so he could only try to find time to raise the two little ones well. Parents don't just leave their children alone after they are born, or leave them to the teacher to discipline them.

In this life, children learn only a small part of what they learn in school. Most of the principles of being a human being are learned from life and from parents.

As the saying goes: parents are their children's best teachers.

Don't take this sentence like chicken soup and forget it after hearing it. Most of the character development of children in adulthood is related to family influence.

Qin Xiang asked Han Tongtong and asked Han Ziyan about his homework.

The little man straightened his face and straightened his chest, and he talked about his homework.

Qin Xiang was not perfunctory, he listened carefully, nodded from time to time, or asked a word or two.

Don't fool them just because they're young. In most cases, children can understand the words and deeds of parents, but they can't express them. Be respectful of them and instill that concept in them.

Qin Xiang has also grown from a child to such a big age, and it is said that family factors will affect the child's personality as an adult. She was also a lively child when she was a child, but as an adult, she was reticent and became difficult to get close to.

The famous cold flower in the research institute, although it has a delicate face, there are not many people who want to reach out and pick it.

Even a certain second generation who drove a different sports car to deliver flowers every time was persuaded by her cold face after pursuing it for a period of time.

There were even people in the research institute who privately discussed, "That Qin Xiang, don't look at her ordinary clothes, but look at her temperament, she doesn't look like an ordinary person." I think ah, it must be the daughter of a big family as written. Don't look at the clothes she wears without a brand, it must be high-end customization. ”

Qin Xiang, who was poking his mobile phone in the bathroom, heard this and really didn't know what expression to use to deal with it.

She tugged at the dress she was wearing, which was a special price bought online, ninety-nine yuan. It's just a niche design, because it's an out-of-season model, and the design and material are very good. In addition, she is tall, and the sack looks like haute couture.

Later, every time I thought about it, I felt ridiculous.

After all, Qin Xiang has nothing to do with a wealthy family in her life, and the reason why her demeanor is better than ordinary people is to be grateful to her for having a grandmother who has attached great importance to etiquette since she was a child.

She always said: "Girls, you have to sit and stand, otherwise it will be a mess." ”

Qin Xiang will always bar, "Then the boy doesn't need it?" ”

"Boys also have their own sitting positions, and you're not a boy, so you don't care what you do."

Qin Xiang always laughed after hearing this, saying that she was going to be like a boy, so angry that she talked about feather dusters.

In the blink of an eye, she also got married and became a mother, but she was gone.

Two time and space apart, she just wanted to go to her old man's house and had no chance to put a stick of incense.

"Mother." Han Tongtong tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Are you unhappy?" ”

Qin Xiang was stunned and shook his head hurriedly, "My mother is not unhappy." ”

"But......" she looked at her carefully, and whispered, "Mother looks like she's going to cry." ”

Qin Xiang was stunned, and the sourness in his heart couldn't stop surging up at that moment, and he almost couldn't control his emotions.