The cicadas have been singing for half a month, and the summer solstice has finally arrived.

On the day of the summer solstice, the customs of different regions are different, some places are used to eating noodles on this day, and some places eat summer solstice eggs, summer solstice soup and so on.

He Shaoguang stewed a casserole of summer solstice eggs early, in her hometown, she would add dried cuttlefish to stew together, and the boiled eggs also revealed a smell of the sea, He Shaoguang didn't like that very much.

But now that he is far away in another time and space, and the old man is not there, He Shaoguang can't help but miss this hometown flavor, and burns it according to the practice of his grandmother in his memory.

The rest of the time, she prepares to make cold noodles.

There are many kinds of cold noodles, and the cold tao of locust leaves is one. There are also the famous Yanji cold noodles, shredded chicken cold noodles... What He Shaoguang made today is Yanji cold noodles.

The boiled soba noodles are put in cold water over and over again until they are cooled until they are cool, and then they are served in a beef broth prepared on the side, which is skimmed off by the foam, and served with very thin slices of beef, which is very fresh, and the cow that was freshly killed this morning was still warm when it was brought to the house.

Side dishes include spicy cabbage, apple slices, and cucumbers.

The soup base is filled with sugar and rice vinegar, and some people also add apple or pear juice, and He Shaoguang also added some apple juice. Before eating, it was thoroughly refrigerated in the ice cellar and cooled down once.

When it is served, the soup is clear and bright, and it is sweet and sour when you look at it.

The house also eats cold noodles today, the old lady eats sesame sauce cold noodles, a table of sumptuous dishes, sesame sauce cold noodles are also delicately placed on the plate, the old lady eats two bites, and she can't eat it.

When she was a child, she also ate the sesame sauce cold noodles eaten by the people, which her father took her to, although it was not as particular about the ingredients used by the chefs in the house, but it was rich in flavor. The small vendors can be seen everywhere on the street, and the common people who sit down along the street to eat their stomachs, and even the cucumbers don't have to be shredded and stacked in the bowl.

A mouthful of noodles, a mouthful of cucumbers, listening to the storytelling from the teahouse next door, shaking my head and shaking my head, it seems like a previous life.

Unlike what is in front of you, the beauty is beautiful, bland and tasteless.

In fact, it's not that the cooks in the house are bad, they are all trained in big restaurants, and it is really unjust to say that their skills are not good, at least He Shaoguang must think that he is not as good as them.

The old lady is just a little bad at the fireworks.

In order to thank Lu Xiaowen for the restaurant signboard he inscribed on her, He Shaoguang invited someone to go to the front yard and call him to eat together.

A small bowl of summer solstice eggs, a plate of fried crispy dried fish, soft potatoes and taro, and a few side dishes.

The staple food is cold noodles, and Lu Xiaowen's bowl is extraordinarily large. Red shredded radish, green cucumber shreds, sauce-colored braised beef, and half-cut boiled eggs, neatly stacked in a bowl, with ice slag, just look at it to cool off.

Lu Xiaowen is an authentic northerner, although he also eats rice, he still prefers pasta. Sometimes he doesn't understand why He Shaoguang, who grew up in the capital, often thinks about eating rice.

He Shaoguang, who has been a southerner for more than 20 years, has not realized this, but he is subconsciously accustomed to rice as the staple food, and noodles are just a spice, and he can't stand eating it at once.

"Is this sweet?" In He Shaoguang's eager gaze, Lu Xiaowen tasted it, a little incredible, "It tastes good, do you put white sugar?" ”

"And some apple juice." He Shaoguang was proud.

"Well, it's not the same as the cold noodles in the capital, but it's very thirst-quenching." Just now he was sweating in front of him, and he came to her to eat after bathing and changing, Rao is like this, and he feels hot on the road.

At this moment, the noodle soup soaked in ice eliminated the dryness and was much more comfortable, which was something to talk to He Shaoguang.

It's really a big deal, in July, Lu Xiaowen is about to go on an expedition.

The last time he handed the fold into the palace, the sage read it and remembered it in his heart, and he didn't have a seizure. It's just that the Turks have repeatedly moved, the border people are unbearable, and there have been Turkic murders in Yanzhou. The ministers were furious, and the main peace faction and the main war faction discussed for a few days, and finally the saint made a decree and sent him to lead 50,000 soldiers from the Xishan battalion to the battle.

First, Zuo Yicheng, the general of Long Xiang, led 3,000 cavalry first, and the household department sent people to escort grain and grass behind, and the army was reorganized for more than a month, and set off in July.

"I'll be very busy this month, Ming Yan and Ming Zhen, and my mother..."Lu Xiaowen was a little embarrassed, these two children had nothing to do with her.

He Shaoguang had a strange feeling, nominally she was the mother of two children, and her stepmother was the same, he didn't ask her to be like his own mother, and he would feel embarrassed.

"It's okay, there's still a nurse to take care of, I won't be too tired."

When someone asks you for help, if your attitude is good enough, you are willing to help.

Lu Xiaowen played with the jade pot in his hand and sighed: "The Turks have been at odds with me for many years, and this expedition, the sage means that they will not dare to commit it again within ten years." I won't come back too soon, if you have any problems, you must find someone to support your mother, or write to me. ”

"If you don't want to enter the palace during the Qianqiu Festival, ask your mother to hand over a sign and ask the imperial doctor to come and show you, and I will tell my mother before I leave."

"You don't have to worry about what is going on in the restaurant, or if you want to go outside, just take people out."

After Lu Xiaowen finished speaking, he continued to work on the things ahead, He Shaoguang was stunned, and reacted for a while, he was worried that he was not there, and that kind of thing would happen when he went back to the house!

This man can handle it.

It was decided that there would be a war, and the direction of the wind in the court was quickly unified, and everyone performed their duties and prepared for the war with the Turks.

The people didn't know about the decisions in the palace, but they could also feel some signs.

For example, when the price of food rises, the family has to pay more tribute.

Xiao Chongdao knew the will of the sage, and naturally knew that Lu Xiaowen was going to lead the troops to the battle, and he hadn't told his daughter yet, for fear that she would worry.

It's just that Xiao Yan has already helped Xiao's mother learn the housekeeper's affairs, and looking at this month's account book, she found that the Nagong people are here again.

Xiao Yan is a smart person, she felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it, she guessed something, and she was about to go to war.

It's just that she didn't know if Lu Xiaowen was going, so she went directly to the study and asked her father.

Xiao Chongdao's study has never set restrictions on Xiao Yan, and the entry and exit are arbitrary.

Today, Xiao Yan wore a blue dress, with a pair of butterfly-shaped hairpins on her head, and the soft smoke material made her graceful.

Unlike fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, twenty-year-old Xiao Yan has grown up, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are all amorous, like Concubine Xiao Shu.

However, compared with the lady concubine in the palace, she is a little less graceful and a little more youthful.

She came to the front yard at will, and did not change any attire, and the people did not dare to look at it, and buried her head low when she saluted. My own girl is a good one when she is fine, but as long as she is unhappy, it is common to get angry at them, and I am afraid of being pulled to the penalty.