In the early morning, the sky was just dawning, and Yu Jian was already standing at the gate of the hotel. She was used to getting up early, and she stood here and waited for the other two and a half hours, obviously saying that she would have breakfast together, and she must still be having a tryst with Zhou Gong at this time.

She shook her head helplessly, and the daylily would be cold if she waited any longer.

Smoke had already risen in the alley, and the aunts and uncles who had gotten up early to exercise greeted each other and went into the familiar shop. Yu Jian's ears echoed the words of the aunt of the wonton shop last night: "On this road, there are many delicious shops. ”

I also heard that they were from the capital, and highly recommended: "You can try the xiaolongbao in the magic capital." ”

Thinking of the Yu family's restaurant, there are also diners whose hometown is Modu, and when they evaluate Xiaolongbao, there is only one sentence: "Xiaolongbao steamed buns are the nostalgia of the people of Modu, and it is their life." ”

Southerners call those with and without stuffing steamed buns, which is completely different from the north.

Yu Jian walked slowly along the bluestone slab road in the alley, and from time to time there were students with schoolbags walking by, and it took a while to find the xiaolongbao shop that her aunt said had been open for more than 30 years.

A simple blackboard with menus and prices scrawled on the door. A fat big orange was lying in the middle of the road, and when he saw someone coming over, he raised his head and said "meow" twice. Yu Jian felt that its lazy appearance was particularly funny, squatted down and touched its head, the big orange was touched comfortably, and the throat "gurgled".

There happened to be an uncle next to him who came over and said with a smile: "This lazy cat, every day at the door of the store, I will be beaten by the proprietress again-"

Yu Jian frowned and asked, "The boss lady still beats cats?" ”

The uncle's eyebrows fluttered, and he was about to say a few more words to her, when he heard the door being opened with a "bang", and a middle-aged woman fifty miles away crossed her waist and scolded the uncle: "Talking nonsense all day long, when will I hit Xiaonan?" You've ruined my reputation all day long! ”

The uncle touched his nose, feeling bored, and muttered, "I'm not kidding......"

Seeing that the woman wanted to scold him again, she hurriedly found an excuse to slip away as a respect. The proprietress chased after him for two steps, threw the garlic in her hand at his back, turned her head and saw Yu Jian looking at her blankly, and was a little embarrassed, "It's all neighborhoods, it's all fun." Come and eat Xiaolong steamed buns? Come on in—"

When passing by the big orange cat, he kicked it lightly with his toes and moved it in a different direction, the big orange first looked at her suspiciously, and then turned over to reveal his white fat belly, the proprietress was amused by it and nodded its head: "I don't have time to play with you now." ”

The shop is also small, with a few small square tables neatly placed, and they are almost full. Yu Jian found a vacant seat and waited quietly for the proprietress to serve the meal. Most of the small shops in the alley are mom-and-pop shops, where the husband is busy in the kitchen and the wife greets customers. Occasionally, I invited one or two aunts, all of whom were neighbors who looked up and didn't look down, saying that they were empty and came to help.

Yu Jian ordered a cage of small cages, a fried pork cutlet, and a bowl of small wontons, which is said to be the standard for countless old-fashioned Modu people.

The first one was the steaming xiaolong, all small and independent, holding chopsticks to pierce the dough, dipping it in the balsamic vinegar in a small plate, taking a gentle bite, and slowly draining the soup in the skin, only to feel that the soup was so sweet, Yu Jian unconsciously squinted.

When you bite again, the skin is thin and the meat is abundant, and even the meat has a clear and fresh aroma.

After swallowing two stomachs in a row, Yu Jian carefully looked at the inconspicuous-looking Xiaolong steamed bun. I heard that the authentic magic capital xiaolong has more than fourteen folds on the surface, which is very the hands of the graduate master, after all, the dough is small, and it is not easy to wrap it with filling, let alone pinch out the folds.

Yu Jian had a sharp tongue, and she tasted that the meat filling was made of fresh sandwich pork hind leg meat, minced with a knife, and the ratio of lean four fat and one fat was used. Look at the remaining small steamed buns on the cage drawer, the shape is about the size of water chestnuts, small and exquisite, the whole body is translucent, and the red meat filling inside can be clearly seen.

"Pork cutlets and small wontons are coming~" The proprietress walked through the narrow aisle with a bowl in one hand and a plate in the other, and put it in front of Yu Jian, seeing that she stopped eating the chopsticks, she asked, "Isn't it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, I'll see how it's done." Yu Jian replied honestly.

This made the proprietress laugh, and the corners of her eyes were folded into deep wrinkles, and even her tone was with a smile: "You little girl, how old are you, and you can cook?" ”

Xiaonan?

Yu Jian was stunned, was she calling her?

But......

Just now, the boss lady was obviously called the big orange at the door......

She pursed her lips, pressed the doubts in her heart, and replied, "I can cook." ”

At this time, the store was not busy, the proprietress simply dragged a chair over, sat face to face with Yu Jian, and chatted with her with great interest: "Do you see what is famous?" ”

Shaking his head, Yu Jian was very modest, "Your xiaolong's foreskin is thin and juicy, I can't do it." ”

Speaking of the small steamed buns in the store, the proprietress is also proud: "Xiao Nan is very knowledgeable, our store has been open for decades, and I have been busy in this store since I was young." What we make is the most traditional Xiaolong steamed bun, although the appearance is not as good as any Internet celebrity Xiaolong outside, but the taste has not changed for decades. ”

The sound was neither high nor low, but the customers in the store heard it. Some familiar guests put down their chopsticks and praised: "Ouch, don't you say that I haven't found it yet, it's still exactly the same as 30 years ago......"

This tone is indescribably narrow. The proprietress glared: "Then don't come tomorrow, go try the fresh taste!" ”

The guest hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't—didn't I mean you've been the same for decades?"

It made the customers laugh out loud.

After laughing, there was a faint sadness, and the proprietress sighed for a while, and her tone was cold: "You guys, cherish the time when you can still eat this bite, wait for the demolition here later, you can't eat it if you want to!" ”

There was a moment of silence in the shop. Everyone was quietly eating their xiaolongbao or drinking wonton soup, except for the occasional crisp porcelain sound of spoons colliding against bowls.

"Why don't you just find a new place to open again? We're definitely going to get you on the field. Someone spoke in the silence, Yu Jian saw that it was a teenage boy with a schoolbag on his shoulder, and after he finished speaking, he stuffed a xiaolongbao into his mouth, which was about scalded by the juice, and quickly opened his mouth and fanned the wind with his hand.

The proprietress was stunned, and the expression on her face became helpless: "Where is it so easy to say~ The rent in the magic capital is getting higher and higher year by year." What's more, we are also at retirement age, and we have been doing this for decades, and we want to rest! ”

Having said that, Yu Jian clearly saw all kinds of reluctance in her eyes......