The modern Kaifeng Xiaolong soup dumpling is very famous. People who travel to Kaifeng have to eat it. The biggest feature is that the skin is thin and filling, and the soup is delicious and not greasy. Plum Blossom Bun in Wanglou Mountain Cave, the title of "No. 1".
During this period, Wanglou's steamed buns were still big cages, not small cages, so they couldn't be called Xiaolongbao. It is worth mentioning that the steamed buns at this time also have various fillings, and the soup-filled steamed buns can also be called soup-filled steamed buns.
Yun Yanhui brought Zhao Yunchu to the booth of the number one steamed bun shop in Tokyo, took a plate of steamed buns, and told them to send the rest to her home to Zheng Ping.
Zhao Yunchu held a plate and carried a soup dumpling. Although the skin of the dumpling was thin, it would not leak the soup. It tested the chef's skill very much in production.
As soon as he took a bite, the skin of the steamed bun broke into a small mouth, and the fragrant soup flowed into his mouth, making his tongue a little hot, but he could bear it. With this small mouthful of the soup, Zhao Yunchu ate the rest of the stuffing in a few mouthfuls.
Zhao Yunchu's etiquette is very good, even if he eats soup dumplings, there is no oil on his lips.
"Brother Yan, eat it too."
Yun Yanhui had never received that kind of training, but he also had his own way. He took out a reed tube from his arms and put it in the folds of the buns. Then, under Zhao Yunchu's stunned eyes, he sucked up the soup and wiped it off. Rub the reed tube and put it back in your arms.
"Ah, I want too!" Zhao Yunchu rushed back to Yun Yan.
"Be careful with the buns!" Yun Yan put one hand in front of her chest and resisted Zhao Yunchu, "I'll give it to you, don't get excited."
He took out the reed tube and handed it to Zhao Yunchu.
Zhao Yunchu took a look at the reed tube, and used it to continue eating soup dumplings.
"You don't want to eat too much, it's almost done, you won't be able to eat other things later." Yun Yan reminded back, "The food festival will be held for a few days, but even if you try a little every day, you may not be able to try everything. once."
Yun Yanhui was afraid that Zhao Yunchu would be too tired, so he bought a bowl of lychee paste for him. Holding the bowl, Zhao Yunchu followed Yun Yanhui all the way, and saw Yun Yanhui pointing out the food, eloquently telling the characteristics of various food, if you are interested, just buy it and eat it.
Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, have you eaten all of these?"
"It's not all, most of it. I haven't eaten the rest, but I have heard the introduction and learned a little bit." Yunyan bought it for Zhao Yunchu, but he hasn't bought it yet. He is already busy with the food festival dishes these days. Now that I have the resistance, I don’t want to eat haise, and I know it very well, so I will choose a few to try and eat it.
After Zhao Yunchu had eaten seven or eight kinds of sweets again, Yunyan refused to let him eat it, and went to buy a bowl of water rice—that is, porridge, porridge, and finely chopped chicken and green onion, and told him to eat it. Just rest for now.
Zhao Yunchu ate too many sweets, and after two mouthfuls of watery rice, he said coquettishly, "It's too weak, I can't eat it anymore."
Yun Yan looked back, told him to stay, and went to buy a ten-cantaloupe eggplant, which is a pickled side dish for the ultimate meal.
Although it is a side dish, and its appearance is not good, the store can take time to make it.
After this vegetable melon is cut into small pieces or strips, coated with salt and sun-dried, it is cut together with shredded ginger and concanava, and added with peppercorns, dried basil, dried tangerine peel, coriander, cumin, licorice, almonds, sand Dip in the sweet and sour condiments that have been boiled and then let cool, together with other ingredients, and seal it for ten days.
With so many materials and complicated processes, it really deserves the word "ten incense".
Zhao Yunchu only ate up the water and rice with this ten-flavored melon and eggplant.
Yun Yan was not hungry yet, so he ate eight treasures mushroom soup and a few pieces of stuffed intestines.
"If you eat too much at one time, you will get tired. Now go to rest and fight again." Yun Yan took Zhao Yunchu to the main stage. Zhao Yunchu sat down.
On the stage, the prostitutes were holding lifelike fake lotus flowers and were singing slow songs.
Yun Yan was slowly appreciating, and suddenly saw a figure, and at first glance, wasn't that the person he had invited to deliver the soup dumplings, why was the dumpling in his hand, so he stopped and asked.
The man also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yun Yanhui, "Lingtang is not at home."
Why aren't you at home? Yun Yan took the soup dumpling that was cold.
Zhao Yunchu said curiously, "Brother Yan, I didn't even ask, why didn't your mother come to the food festival? What about Shuangyi and Xiaobao?"
Yunyan replied, "Shuangyi and Xiaobao are interning in the security team and the medical team respectively, and I have to be called at any time. My mother said that she should go shopping with us on the last day, and it will be easier then."
So he thought that Zheng Ping must be resting at home, but he didn't expect to go out. Today, it wasn't him who bragged about it. Basically, everyone came to Daxiangguo Temple. What's the fun in other places.
Yun Yanhui also thought about this in his heart, who knows where Zheng Ping and his female friends went again? Take a break.
When the sun is at its highest, he hides in the Buddhist temple. After noon, he will come out to eat the second round, especially some fresh fruit.
Those who sell fresh fruits, in order to attract customers, pick out the most beautiful fruits, pile them up like a pagoda, and put different candy figures on them, and you can see the sharp fruits from a distance. Very conspicuous.
The people in the temple have probably changed a few times, and of course there are some like Yun Yan who returned to them, insisting on resting and digesting here before fighting.
Yun Yan brought Zhao Yunchu back to eat another dish, and then went to Yuntang, which is one of the monasteries, and the terrain is relatively high.
Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, what are we doing here?"
"Look for Zheng Ling, he is painting here today." Yun Yan looked back, looking for Zheng Ling's figure.
"Painting? What kind of painting?" Zhao Yunchu still didn't know about this, he didn't even know that Zheng Ling could draw.
"It's the bustling scene today. I asked him to draw the food festival." Yun Yan replied, "He should be here. I told him before that it is quiet and the sight is good."
Not long after, the two found Zheng Ling. There were many sheets of paper on his table, and on them were scribbled drawings. He hurriedly described the demeanor and movements of various hawkers and pedestrians, all of which were observed by Zheng Ling.
He was holding his chin in a daze now, and when he saw Yun Yan came back, he scratched his head, "Brother Yan."
Yun Yan replied, "Are you resting or being lazy?"
"I'm thinking," Zheng Ling said. "I walked around the food festival and made some drafts. Now I have to think about the overall layout. I hope I can have some ideas before the food festival ends."
"Work hard." Yun Yan patted him on the shoulder, "Then remember to add Easter eggs."
"What... Easter eggs." Zheng Ling has long been used to it, Yun Yanhui always pops up some words that are probably his own creation, some of them can be understood literally, and they are quite appropriate, but some are incomprehensible mind up.
Yun Yan replied: "Oh, I mean, you remember to add us in the painting, I, Master Mingran, my mother, Shuangyi, Xiaobao, the abbot..." He saw Zhao Yunchu staring at him, and added again. After a sentence, "And Yunchu, you must be able to capture our demeanor and condense it in the small space in the canvas, right?"
"It's okay..." Zheng Ling murmured, "Then do I want to add my whole family?"
Yun Yan replied, "...you'll be happy."
"Really, it's a good idea!" Zheng Ling's eyes lit up, "I scattered everyone on such a large canvas, and after painting, you can come and find out where you are!"
Yun Yanhui didn't expect to click Zheng Ling, he could still think of this way of playing, and praised: "Very good, this is very innovative."
Zheng Ling looked at the canvas with joy, and after starting to make up their minds, how did everyone find their own appearance in the vast crowd.
"I didn't expect you to really be able to draw." Zhao Yunchu recited.
Zheng Ling said unhappily: "Why, I can't have any skills yet?"
Zhao Yunchu snorted and said nothing.
"This kid is really annoying." Zheng Ling deliberately didn't aim at him, but replied to Yun Yan.
Zhao Yunchu was angry at the time and went to pull Yun Yanhui's sleeve.
Yun Yanhui didn't want to stand in line, so she deliberately stumbled out of the way, and pretended to say, "Oh, look there, I didn't expect many people to come to our food saving party."
The place he pointed was specially arranged, there were many flower decoration stalls, just to attract lovers.
However, it was originally to divert attention, but Yun Yanhui saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He wanted to shout, but the next moment he realized that this person was not alone, there was not far or near. A middle-aged man, the two talked softly.
Yun Yanhui's eyes widened, because it was none other than his own mother, Zheng Ping.
Yun Yanhui couldn't be more familiar with Zheng Ping's figure. Even though she was half covering her face with a Kesi fan in her hand, Yun Yanhui could still recognize her just by looking at her figure.
The middle-aged man next to him was tall and strong, and his face was too far to be seen, but his facial features were vague. At this time, the two stopped. The man bought a snack and gave it to Zheng Ping. Zheng Ping squatted politely, and then took it.
But no matter how polite you are, you can see that the atmosphere is extraordinary. If Yun Yanhui didn't guess wrong... Which great god helped, Zheng Ping actually agreed to go on a blind date!
Yun Yanhui decided to pretend she didn't know for the time being, so as not to be embarrassed by Zheng Ping. Seeing that Zheng Ping had hope of getting out of the shadow of the bereaved husband, he was very happy.
"Brother Yan, what are you looking at?" Zhao Yunchu asked curiously.
"It's nothing, just look at the people on the street, it's lively." Yun Yan replied casually.
"What's so good about that..." Zhao Yunchu went to see it himself, but couldn't see anything.
Yun Yanhui suddenly smiled, "Why is there nothing to look at? You don't even know how beautiful it is, it's like a dream."
Yun Yanhui came back here after a thousand years. When he faced Bianliang, he was always full of inexplicable emotions that others could not understand. This was a dream-like experience that allowed him to witness everything in front of him.
The sun shines on the glazed tiles of the Daxiangguo Temple, reflecting the bright light.
This is a prosperous and beautiful era, a great Song market that can be painted.