"Thank you." Yang Liufang walked through the rows of bookshelves, found the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, walked to the north area, and found the bookshelves No. 101-108 according to the serial number of the bookshelves.

Seeing so many books, Yang Liufang was even more at a loss. From "Carpentry Practice", "Chinese Civil Engineering Lovers" to "Dovetail...... Yang Liufang, who originally just wanted to buy a professional book like a dictionary, was a little overwhelmed. I wanted to ask the staff for a reference, but I found that there was not even a person in this special area in the huge Xinhua bookstore.

After the eight rows of bookshelves were turned, not a single book was bought. A long time has passed, and the goods on the market must not be delayed in transportation, and it will also affect Boss Chen and them to get off work. Yang Liufang thought about it, and became even more flustered. At this time, I unconsciously turned to the No. 103 bookshelf for the second time, and saw a copy of "Chinese Furniture" on the top of the bookshelf, author: An Siyuan. Next to such a book are Wang Shixiang's "Appreciation of Ming-style Furniture" and "Research on Ming-style Furniture".

An Siyuan Yang Liufang didn't know who it was and which dynasty he was born in, but since "Chinese Furniture" was named after "China", it must be all-encompassing, so he moved a stool and stood on it to take down the book. And Wang Shixiang is different, when he was learning art at the master Yang Liugen's house, in addition to telling the story of his ancestor Lu Ban and the exquisite wooden works such as "Lu Ban Lock" and "Wooden Kite" created by Lu Ban, Wang Shixiang talked the most. This master, who is also a person from Jiangnan, has a very in-depth study of the basic combination of Ming and Qing dynasty furniture, mortise and tenon structure, and the selection of furniture materials, so although he did not read the content, Yang Liufang believed that buying his book would definitely not be wrong. After choosing, I took the three books and walked downstairs to the counter to check out. The waiter skillfully wrapped him in brown paper, then tied it with a thin gray hemp rope-like thread and handed it to Yang Liufang.

Yang Liufang put up the book, out of the Xinhua Bookstore, walked not far from the bus stop, waited for a while, only to see the red, blue and white three-color striped bus, swaying leisurely. It's just that unlike the bus I've been on before, this bus is full of people. The car stopped, there were up and down, Yang Liufang followed the crowd and squeezed up, squeezing forward and back, Yang Liufang held his book, and his feet couldn't fall to the ground and were squeezed into the car. The flight attendant also stuck his head out of the window and shouted: "Stomach tightening, stomach tightening, you can get on another one!" ”

Finally, the car closed the door and began to leave the station, and the attendant shouted, "If you haven't bought a ticket, hurry up and buy a ticket!" "But everyone is huddled together, and the yellow intestine is the same, and they can't turn around at all, so buying tickets is just empty talk. There are still up and down at the station below, and it is fine when you get down, but when people squeeze into the bus, the body shakes, as if it is about to be overturned. Yang Liufang remembered the scene when he squeezed the train to Xizhou, and at this moment he felt the same as in the train car.

Stop-and-go, when they arrived at the market, the market was already closed, Boss Chen and Boss Zhou sat on the yellow croaker cart and waited for him at the gate of the market, Yang Liufang was very ashamed to apologize to the two.

"It's nothing, Xiao Yang, you caught up with the evening rush hour."

"Evening rush hour?"

"It's the time when people in Xizhou City get off work. At this time, there are a lot of people and cars, and you are taking the main road, so it is normal for congestion and slowness. ”

"Oh! I know. ”

"There's no bus anymore, and it looks like you can't go today, so let's go eat together, and then find you a hotel to rest for the night, and then take the goods tomorrow." The goods are ready for you, in the store. ”

"Okay then, then I'll invite the two brothers."

"No need, you are a guest in Xizhou, we invite you, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know what to eat, but I've been eating beef noodles since I arrived, and I've been to the village twice to eat a large plate of chicken, and then potatoes or tomatoes and melons when I'm hungry."

"Then let's go eat steamed buns. Come and get in the car. ”

The three of them turned around along the station road to Xiguan Cross, which is an old commercial street with all kinds of shops. They parked the yellow croaker cart and walked straight into a halal restaurant, where there were antique square tables and benches, and the back kitchen was also very simple, with two cauldrons standing side by side, one with a six-layer cage drawer, and white steam was emitting outward. Next to it is a large pot of soup boiled like milk, and attached is a cutting board about 1 meter wide and 2 meters long, on which are placed large slices of mutton and haggis. On the corner shelf are soaked vermicelli, garlic sprouts, coriander, and the like.

The three of them chose a table and sat down, and a waiter in a white hat dressed in a blue labor cloth came over with an order book.

"Yo, Boss Chen, Boss Zhou, welcome two, what to eat?"

"Three bowls of steamed buns, another pound of steamed buns, half a pound of mutton and half a pound of beef." Only then did Yang Liufang understand that the steamed buns in the cage drawer were steamed buns.

"Lamb or haggis for steamed buns?"

"Mutton, mutton."

"Okay, three bosses, wait a minute."

Yang Liufang looked over, and the chef behind the board first slipped away three large blue bowls, put them in turn: vermicelli, garlic sprouts and coriander, and then put a large slice of mutton that had been cut on top, picked up the bowl and scooped out the white mutton soup from the pot, then used a colander to grate out the soup, and then scooped the soup out of the cauldron and continued to boil, reciprocating three times, and it was OK. Then the bowl of finished soup is placed on a tray. He took a plate-like cutlery made of bamboo, and placed two pieces of dough in it like a pot helmet. A mutton steamed bun was completed, the waiter brought it over, and the three of them humbled each other, and finally put it in front of Boss Zhou.

After a while, Boss Chen and Yang Liufang's were also served, and finally two large plates full of steamed buns were served. Yang Liufang picked up the dough cake and took a bite, and found that it was a flour cake, which had the original aroma and fermented taste of flour.

"Xiao Yang, like this, soak and eat." Boss Zhou demonstrated to Yang Liufang and broke the cake into pieces and put it in the mutton soup. Yang Liufang did so.

"Alas, yes, yes, mutton steamed buns! Here, another mutton bun. ”

"Thank you, Brother Zhou."

"Thank you? No, he didn't understand the first time he ate it, so he poured all the soup and ate the soup base as a dish. ”

"Aren't you the same, you only know how to eat meat, but the fans don't eat it." The two joked with each other, maybe the two also came out of doing business in the streets and alleys of Xizhou back then, and witnessed each other's history.

Yang Liufang turned the broken dough cake over and over again and put it into the soup, and when it was soaked through, it was eaten thoroughly, and the taste of the mutton steamed bun was full of flavor, which was really delicious. Eat a large slice of lamb and chew it slowly, it is delicious. After tasting two bites of vermicelli, it was smooth and delicious, and I took a bite of the steamed bun with thin skin and mutton filling, and the feeling was even more indescribable.

Seeing that there was less soup, Boss Chen called the waiter: "Pony, add soup to each of us." ”

"Brother Chen, I, I don't want it."

"You don't need money to add soup. Silly boy. ”

"Oh, then I'll still want it. This soup is so delicious. ”

"That's our ancestral secret recipe, a centuries-old soup." The male waiter surnamed Ma brought three bowls of soup and took over the conversation. After hearing this, Yang Liufang was even more reluctant to waste.

"And our beef and mutton buns, during the Western Zhou Dynasty, it was popular here, you see so many on the street, we are the most authentic, the Qing Dynasty when Lafayette fled to Shaanxi, our beef and mutton soup was listed as a tribute, my grandfather also went to Xi'an to make soup and buns for her old man." Pony talks about his mutton soup like a gourmet.

Yang Liufang ate six steamed buns and a steamed bun, and finally drank up the mutton soup, at which time he was already unable to bend over. Yang Liufang wanted to go to the checkout, but was stopped by Boss Chen.

"Brother, say okay, we'll invite you."

"That's it, when you make a lot of money, please eat and grab it." Boss Zhou agreed.

"What is a hand grip?"

"Hand grasping, that is, using the place where Xizhou and Ningxia meet, eating herbs on the Gobi Desert to grow up to three months, after slaughtering, through the secret recipe first boiled and then steamed, with a large plate of lamb with ribs, holding ribs, gnawing on mutton, dipped in pepper and salt, eating meat in large pieces, not to mention how beautiful."

"Brother, don't listen to Lao Zhou's vernacular, he likes to eat, go back and let him invite you. Have you eaten well? If you haven't eaten well, I'll have some more. ”

"I'm full, brother, I can see it when I open my mouth no matter how much I eat."

"Hahaha, it's good to be full, Lao Zhou, you go back first, I'll go find a hostel for Xiao Yang to sleep in near the market."

"Let's come together, it's so late."

"That's good!" The three of them followed out of the hotel, and Yang Liufang still sat on Boss Chen's yellow croaker cart and returned to the market.