Mu Fengmian smiled: "It seems that you are also a foodie, and you are quite good at eating." ”

Gu Jingxing's cheekiness came into play again, and he smiled: "Different flavors of food are also one of the joys of travel." As a travel blogger and a male travel anchor, how can I lack an appreciation for food? Xiao Mianmian, you don't know me too well! Travel with me more and get to know me more every day. The more you get to know me, the more you will find that I have more and more advantages. ”

Mu Fengmian held the milk cheeks with his hand and asked with a smile: "Is it?" ”

At this time, the waitress brought the green stem porridge, which was served together with the clay pot, and the aroma was overflowing.

The porridge in the pot was freshly boiled, and it was still rumbling and churning with sticky bubbles.

The rice grains are slender, slightly green, crystal like jade, and the aroma is attractive.

Mu Fengmian swallowed his saliva uncontrollably, and his stomach growled.

Embarrassing! She Mu Fengmian has lived for twenty-one years, and she has never been so out of shape!

When she used to read "Dream of Red Mansions", she saw that there were many delicacies in the book, and one of them was japonica porridge.

Her eyes were fixed on the porridge, burning like a hungry wolf.

That bowl of green seems to be rippling in spring, with clear water and sky.

The color of the rice is soaked in the porridge water, and it must have been boiled for a long time, and the heat is very sufficient.

She resisted the hunger in her heart, and politely served a bowl of porridge to everyone at the table, and finally a bowl to herself.

The porridge was hot and delicious.

The essence of the blue stem rice has been boiled in the porridge water.

Mu Fengmian didn't seem to be afraid of being hot at all, and he couldn't wait to pour all the porridge into his throat directly.

Scald! My tongue was almost blistered.

Although her tongue hurt, she was reluctant to spit out the food in her mouth, and continued to taste it while blowing cool air.

It was as if she had seen herself transformed into a mythical dragon girl, riding a green dragon, roaming freely between heaven and earth, and occasionally feeling lonely.

Until one day, she flew over a green bamboo forest and saw a man in a white robe leaning against a bamboo tree, the color of his clothes almost blending with the bamboo forest.

In the midst of the greenery, the man played beautiful music with a green bamboo pipe.

It turns out that there is a more beautiful sound in heaven and earth than mountain streams and flowing water, and small birds singing......

Gu Jingxing looked at her in surprise and asked, "How long have you been hungry?" ”

Mu Fengmian said without raising his head: "I have long wanted to eat this delicacy, but unfortunately japonica rice is not easy to come by, and the price is high, but fortunately, this meal has a company contracting fee." ”

They have a bowl of you and a bowl of me, and soon, the small clay pot is almost at the bottom.

When Mu Fengmian buried her head in eating porridge, Lord Mu Fengmian kept watching her while eating porridge.

She felt that tonight's Mu Fengmian seemed to be particularly delicious.

Her white and tender face was like freshly steamed glutinous rice dumplings, which made him want to take a bite, and the two black and large pupils in those autumn eyes were like black grapes, which made him appetite greatly.

At this time, his boat order was just served.

Mu Fengmian gave him a "swan", and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Is this sarcastic that my toad wants to eat swan meat?" ”

Mu Fengmian hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "You are not a toad, you are a noble swan!" Jingxing, you should find another swan and fly in the blue sky together. My ugly duckling doesn't want to become the swan that flies with you, I just want to be lonely and old alone, free and unrestrained! ”

Gu Jing's jargon was choked.

Mu Fengmian saw the pattern on the surface of this watermelon cup, and his heart was full of admiration.

Looking at the watermelon bowl again, under the backdrop of the tender red flesh of the melon more than half an inch wide in the emerald green watermelon, the soup is even clearer and translucent, and there are a few crystal shining oil flowers floating on it.

The soup is soaked in milky yellow chicken nuggets, black sea cucumbers, white magnolia slices, and pink ham slices.

She brought out the soup and had a bowl of soup for each person.

Gu Jingxing couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and taste the soup.

There is a slight sweetness in the freshness, and there is an elegant freshness in the long.

He suddenly felt his wounded heart healed by the food.

He felt as if he was taking a bath, the soup from the shower washing away his young body and refreshing him.

Mu Fengmian took a large piece of fragrant chicken in his mouth, which was crispy and tender, smooth and full of vitality.

She took out a voice recorder and recorded her true feelings about the dish: "The refreshing sweetness of the melon is released in the chicken, and the deliciousness of the chicken also seeps into the soup." The fresh aroma of watermelon extracts the umami of the chicken, and the chicken absorbs the fresh breath of watermelon, and even the bones are oozing the inexhaustible fresh glycol. This taste is really you have me, I have you! This is a veritable watermelon steamed chicken! In some restaurants, in order to save trouble, the chicken is steamed separately, and it is only put in the watermelon cup when it is served. In this way, the flavor of the chicken does not blend with the flavor of the watermelon. In fact, it is an ordinary steamed chicken, served in a watermelon cup, the chicken is a chicken, and the watermelon is a watermelon. The chicken is a beautiful chicken, it is a free-range chicken, and the watermelon is a good watermelon, and the two meet and intersect, and the taste has been greatly sublimated! ”

Gu Jingxing smiled: "It turns out that your blog posts describing food came from like this!" No wonder you write so delicately! It turned out that I had developed a good habit of recording my opinions at any time. ”

Mu Fengmian smiled: "I have won awards!" ”

After a sumptuous dinner, the waiter took them to the "Maple Sleeping Pavilion" next door.

This is a place for guests to stay, and it is also antique, a combination of Chinese and Western, and the yard is full of triangular maple and pentagonal maple.

As you can imagine, in autumn, it will be a world of "maple leaves red in February".

They lived in two single rooms, and the facilities in the rooms were also very complete and humane, and Mu Fengmian gave a great praise.

Nothing was said all night.

On the second day, they ordered a very Suzhou special pastry for breakfast, that is, sock bottom cake.

Gu Jingxing logged in to his live broadcast account, put on a mask, kept the camera on him, and introduced while live broadcasting: "Sock sole crisp is a specialty of Jinxi, a thousand-year-old water town in Suzhou, I didn't expect to be able to eat it here." It's crunchy and fragrant, and it's hard to stop in your mouth. But while people taste the sock sole crisp, they always feel that the name of this famous dish is indecent, after all, the word 'sock bottom' will make people have a smelly and dirty association, how can it be compared with this person's favorite pastry? In fact, the name 'sock sole crisp' has a lot of origins. Legend has it that Song Xiaozong came to Jinxi, due to the fatigue of the journey, entangled in state affairs, no appetite, and no taste for anything. In a hurry, Concubine Chen asked the local people to make some snacks for her husband. Because of the urgency, the cake made is kidney-shaped. Song Xiaozong woke up and saw a stack of socks on the desk, and wondered how could his beloved wife still have time to sew socks? When Concubine Chen saw Song Xiaozong wake up, she hurriedly sent shortbread. Song Xiaozong suddenly realized, felt hungry in his stomach, so he ate it in a big gulp, and he couldn't imagine that the taste was more fragrant and crispy than the 'Dongpo cake' in the palace, so he asked Concubine Ai what kind of cake is this? Concubine Chen jokingly said that since her husband said that it is the sole of the sock, then call it the sock sole shortbread. ”