The 3rd is the tail of the New Year's Day holiday, and Yanni wants to go to the alley.

Beijing's hutongs are still quite famous. Yanni always remembered a word called "Hutong Skewers", Yanni once had a great ideal, that is, to be a "Hutong Skewers".

Before Yanni got up in the morning, she heard someone calling her name downstairs in the dormitory, and as soon as she heard the voice, Yanni knew that it was Martin, and Yanni pushed open the window: "I haven't gotten up yet, you wait for me." ”

After Yanni finished speaking, she quickly closed the window and went to wash. Then he ran downstairs in a puff of smoke.

Martin took Yanni into his arms: "I miss you!" Martin's hoarse voice rang in Yanni's ears.

"Hmm" Yanni rubbed in Martin's arms, "Why are you here so early today?" Classes are only tomorrow! ”

"Grandpa went to my aunt's house today, I missed you so much, so I said I wanted to rehearse, and asked grandpa for a leave." Martin hugged Yanni fiercely.

"Lying again." Yanni rubbed in Martin's arms again: "I'm almost out of breath, you're going to murder!" ”

Martin quickly loosened his hand, but still held Yanni tightly in his arms: "Where are you going to play today?" ”

"I originally asked Qian Dongdong to go shopping in the alley, but when she saw you coming, she actually told me that she wanted to rest." Yanni sniffed, the winter in Beijing is really too cold.

"Sensible." Martin quipped: "If you leave someone like this, is it considered to be unloading the mill and killing the donkey?" ”

"Okay, then I'll go play with Dongdong." Yanni tries to break free from Martin's arms, but can't.

"I like you to unload and kill donkeys." Martin laughed: "It's okay to kill a donkey for me, but you can't kill me for someone else." "Martin got vaccinated in advance.

"I haven't eaten breakfast yet, haven't you eaten yet?" Martin freed Yanni from his arms.

"Well, let's go, I want to eat the pancakes at the school gate." I get tired of eating in the cafeteria every day. Yanni wanted a change of taste.

"I didn't see any stalls when I came, why don't we go eat braised and boiled? It's the last time I told you that it was very authentic. Martin began to seduce Yanny.

"Far away? You said you ate it when you were a kid. Yanni was worried.

"It's not too far, my house is not far from the school." Martin took Yanni's hand and walked out of school.

On the last morning of the New Year's Day holiday, there were not many pedestrians on the third ring road near the fourth ring road, and the bus was not crowded. Martin found a double chair and asked Yanni to sit by the window while he sat on the side of the aisle. Yanni found that Martin was very attentive a lot of the time, more than herself.

From the school to the braised fire shop near Martin's house, I have to go from the urban-rural junction of the third and fourth rings to the urban area of the second ring, which seems to be the same road as the last time I went to Lama Temple.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Martin to pull Yanni out of the car.

The boiled fire shop Martin was talking about was submerged in the alley. Yanni was dragged around by Martin and finally came to this mysterious snack bar.

The store was crowded, which was in response to the saying "the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys".

Martin asked Yanni to find a place to sit down while he went to order food.

"Boss, bring me two bowls." After speaking, he took a drawer of xiaolongbao from the steamer on the side and signaled to Yanni, Yanni nodded, and Martin took the bun to check out.

Yanni took a closer look at this small shop, a two-story small building, although there are many people on the first floor, there are still one or two empty seats, and there are young men at the door to lead them there, usually upstairs, unless there are special requirements to sit downstairs! Yanni thought it was strange, shouldn't she let people sit downstairs? It seems that there are a lot of people.

When Martin arrived, Yanni immediately asked questions.

"This store has a history of more than 100 years, so I'm not afraid that there will be no customers, and I'm afraid that customers won't enter the store when they see that there is no place to sit." Martin really didn't lie at all, he really knew the shop, and it really went from snack to big.

The two of them were eating xiaolongbao while waiting for the stew to be boiled. Ten minutes later, the guy brought it over.

Braised and burned, as the name suggests: it is braised and burned.

The main marinated here is fat sausage and pork lungs, and some restaurants also add pork belly and the like. The main thing is the taste of the marinade.

The fire is a dead dough cake, which is placed in the marinade soup, which is flavorful and chewy.

But then again, the taste of the stew is really not acceptable to the average southerner. But Yanni just liked it.

"You're such a freak." Martin took a bite and looked at Yanni: "Many southerners can't get used to this, but you eat it with relish." ”

"Ha, I'm the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan." Yanni quipped: "I've liked to eat fat sausages since I was a child, not to mention pasta, my favorite!" This fire-burning dough is soaked in the soup, which is very unusual, and the taste in the mouth is absolutely amazing. Yanni said as she took a piece of fire and put it in her mouth.

"Do you remember the way you came?" Martin asked earnestly.

"What did I remember?" Yanni's mouth was stuffed with fire and fat intestines, and she said inarticulately.

"You can come if you want to eat it in the future!"

"Then what do I want you to do?" Yanni retorted.

"Okay!" Martin touched Yanny's hair lovingly with his free hand, and then continued to eat with his head down.

After eating, it was already past 10 o'clock.

"Not far in front is Wudaokou Hutong, take you around, this should be one of the most strong Hutong culture." Martin introduced as he reached out and stopped a tricycle: "Tricycles are indispensable for walking in the alleys." With that, he helped Yanni into the car first. Then he lifted his foot and jumped up easily.

The driver is an authentic old Beijinger, about sixty years old, pedaling the car slowly, the roof is withdrawn from the back, the sun is shining on his body, warm.

The tricycle slowly passed through the alley, and people greeted the driver from time to time on the road. Many old Beijingers still live here, and from time to time there are kittens and dogs wandering on the road, leisurely sniffing and licking, and chasing tricycles for a while from time to time.

Yanni leaned comfortably into Martin's arm.

"I'm willing to live like this for the rest of my life." Martin looked at Xia Yanni with a smile.

"Hmm!" If you have a heart, you can understand it even if you don't point it. Martin spoke for Yanni what was on her mind.

"Guess where that is?" Martin suddenly pointed not far away.

Yanni's eyes widened and she couldn't remember where it was.

"Lama Temple." Martin's hand went around Yanni's neck and scratched her fingers lightly on Yanni's nose: "Where we first ate together." Martin said with a little ecstasy.

"That's also called eating together?" Yanni immediately remembered the incident of the Huguo Temple snack table.

"Why doesn't it count?" Martin pinched Jenny's face and said, "As long as I'm idle, I think back to that day." ”

Martin showed a smile on his face: "Look at the way you drink bean juice, haha, obviously you can't drink it, and you still pinch your nose and pour it down, laughing at me to death." Martin's smile intensified, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and he couldn't stop it.

Yanni bent her elbow and secretly strained. I heard Martin cry out "ah".

"Haha" This time it's Yanni's turn to laugh.

"Murder of my husband." Martin shouted.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll give you another elbow." Yanni immediately went to cover Martin's mouth.

Martin grabbed Yanni's hand and kissed it fiercely: "I want to take you home!" ”