Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Xie Lang couldn't remember how long she hadn't spoken to Zhou, every time she saw her, she would glance at him from a distance, and then walk away blankly. Xie Lang only started when she was angry, and he could coax her back when she died, but as the time got longer, he realized that she was not angry, but that she was not even angry anymore.

These days Xie Lang has been thinking about which joint is the problem. Once when he was taking a concubine, Zhou was angry, but within a few days he came back to him as if nothing happened, as if she just minded a little bit about it, and didn’t need him to coax, as long as he smiled at her , Say a few words, she will smile and forget the unpleasantness.

Sometimes when thinking back to the past few years, he felt that a long time had passed, so long that he was about to forget the scene when he met Zhou. He only vaguely remembered the young **** the horse, and his horse whip waved grinningly. Seeing them, these traveling scholars, curious and fresh, they boldly asked questions.

When Xie Lang realized that she was not angry, she suddenly began to panic.

The longer the time, the more complicated the mood, and the interest in playing chess in the past chanted poems has disappeared, all day long frowning and worrying, drinking and worrying about Xie Li.

At first, Xie Li would still accompany her. Later, after Xu's talk with Xie Li, Xie Li did not come.

So he drank in the pavilion alone.

The little concubine has been here, the eldest brother and the third brother have been here, and even those maids who looked at Xie Li's distressed appearance have also had thoughts that they shouldn't have. They have also been here, and they were all annoyed by Xie Lang.

Bored, Xie Lang felt this emotion for the first time.

Perhaps Zhou had also been bored. The five flavors in her heart are mixed, and now he finally understands it.

He shook the porcelain bottle in his hand, and there was only a thin bottom of the wine. When he was about to pour his head back into his mouth, a soft sound suddenly came from behind him.

"father."

Xie Lang was startled. He was drinking heavily and was not drunk. He was just a little dizzy. He immediately became sober when he heard Xie Sheng's voice.

He didn't want his daughter to see his alcoholic appearance, so he hurriedly put the bottle under his cuff to hide it, and looked back at Xie Sheng.

Xie Sheng asked the maid to wait in the distance, when she was the only one here.

She went to sit down in front of Xie Lang and said, "Father, the summer time has passed, and it is getting cold at night. You always drink here, be careful of colds."

Xie Lang looked at Xie Sheng's heart softly. This is his and Zhou's daughter.

"Nothing, I won't be drunk, just drink a little bit, and sleep well at night."

Xie Sheng nodded and said nothing. The long caring sentence just now was her limit.

Xie Sheng is good at poetry, and Xie Lang is so talented. She came to ask for advice, so Xie Sheng and Xie Lang are more intimate. Xie Lang liked this daughter very much, but he didn't know how to treat her. At this moment, seeing her hanging down, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and he said: "Why are you here?"

"Uncomfortable, take a walk." Xie Sheng said flatly.

Xie Lang immediately became nervous: "Where is it uncomfortable? Can someone call a doctor? Why do you come out for a walk when you feel uncomfortable?"

Xie Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said, "I feel sick in my stomach. My mother gave me sliced ​​noodles and several dishes at night, and I was eating it."

Xie Lang's expression froze, and the body leaning towards Xie Sheng slowly leaned back because of tension, and finally sat upright, saying with difficulty: "It turns out to be like this, it's good. It's a good thing for your mother and daughter to be close, but don't want to get close in the future. It’s not good for your body."

Xie Sheng nodded: "Mother said the same. She said she was very happy to see how much I ate, but then I ate more and she became unhappy again and hurried to boil hawthorn water."

Xie Lang heard that Zhou's panic appeared in his mind immediately, and he chuckles subconsciously, but then his smile stagnated and turned into bitterness.

The faint night wind blew Xie Sheng's hair.

She came here only because she had to come over to salute and greet her father according to the rules. Now that people care and have all talked, let's go.

She stood up and prepared to salute and retire, but Xie Lang suddenly said: "What is your mother up to recently?"

This question made Xie Sheng a little confused. She tilted her head and asked, "Is father not clear?"

The smile on Xie Lang’s face was even more bitter, but he would not show the depressed side in front of his daughter, as he tried to say in a plain tone: "I don’t know." The Zhou family did not allow him to enter her yard, her maids. Also avoid him, keep his mouth firmly, and dare not say much.

Although Xie Sheng was puzzled, he still replied obediently: "Be busy with her favorite things."

Xie Lang did not expect this answer, he said blankly: "Did she pick up the sword?"

These words stunned Xie Sheng. She was surprised: "Sword?"

She was too surprised, Xie Lang reacted and was even more puzzled: "What else can it be?"

"Go to the kitchen and think about eating." Xie Sheng's tone was rare, and she sat back on the stone bench, "Swords? Mother used to practice swords and swords?"

Zhou Shi tried his best to avoid these past events since he got married in the capital. He didn't expect to be pierced in front of his daughter by him. Xie Lang hesitated, but nodded.

Unexpectedly, Xie Sheng did not show an expression of disgust. She blinked, her eyelashes flickered and her face finally brought a little vivid childishness on her face.

She slowly digested this fact, and asked for a while: "Then why did her mother give up her preference for martial arts?"

Hearing these words in Xie Lang's ears was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sudden huge light illuminated him sober. The incomprehension and perplexity in his heart dissipated, Xie Lang felt a little dull in his mind, and kept repeating Xie Sheng's questioning.

Why?

"...Because of me." He had never felt that it would take so much effort to say three words. After speaking, he was completely depressed.

Yeah, because of him.

If it weren't for him, how could Zhou's change from that girl with a flamboyant horse to a woman with weird temperament who has lived in the house for a long time, and this radical change took only a few years.

Xie Sheng couldn't understand him, but he could feel his emotions.

She was at a loss, but didn't want to comfort the father. Although children cannot understand some things and cannot tell one, two or three, they still have a balance in their hearts.

She saluted again, walked a few steps, and returned unwillingly.

Xie Lang's back was no longer straight, and his posture looked a little bit decadent.

This appearance made Xie Sheng a little helpless. She endured it and said, "On the 11th, Lin's breakfast stall opened in the east of the city, and my mother will go." She didn't know why she said this. In a word, it was just intuition that Xie Lang should go and take a look. Even she could see the change of her mother, but her father was still immersed in the past and unable to extricate himself from the past.

Before Xie Lang had time to speak, Xie Sheng walked away.

On the fifteenth, Xie Lang took a special leave and rushed to the market in the west of the city early in the morning.

He looked for several passers-by to ask for directions, but he never found the Linjia Market. When he was walking around in the street, he suddenly smelled a rich and rich fragrance. He followed the fragrance to find his way and finally saw the Linjia Market.

This shop is very small and doesn't fit the style of Lin's wealthy family at all, so he passed by here at first without paying attention.

Now it's been around for a while, and the market has opened to welcome guests.

In the late summer and early autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and there is a slight coolness in the early morning, and the steaming white mist floats out of the market, attracting a large number of diners.

The people living in this neighborhood are ordinary people with spare money in their hands. There are merchants who wake up early in the morning to go to catch the boat, some shopkeepers who rush to their own silk and satin shops, and some who go home yesterday to see their parents get the money early today Teachers rushing out of the city and so on, they passed by here, smelled the fragrance, and saw that it was still early, so they hesitated to stop in front of the market.

The more people gathered, Xiao Er greeted, the diners took their seats one after another, and gradually became lively.

At this time, a carriage drove up and stopped not far away.

As soon as the car curtain was lifted, Zhou, wearing a neat cotton cloth, jumped down, turned and helped Lin get out of the car, and said nervously, "Be careful."

"I am very stable." Lin got off the carriage.

"That shouldn't come here either. If the younger siblings find out, they must be angry."

Lin suddenly shrank: "That has to come." She turned to look at Zhou, "You have to come here too, you should understand my thoughts."

Speaking of this, Zhou said in a dumb voice, "I just want to see if the taste I tuned can suit the taste of the diners." Zhou's tongue is a pure ancient person. Jiang Shuyao has to ask her about everything. Opinion, the two pondered to correct. She is diligent and not afraid of hardships. She even knows how to knead gluten by herself. She is busy all day long without rest, and she has a lot of credit for opening the market so quickly.

"Yes, the opening day is the most anticipated." Lin walked with her to the back door, "Watching the diners stop by the stranger's food, taste it with relish and leave with satisfaction, I will feel very comfortable in my heart. ."

Zhou very much agreed, rubbing his hands: "If it's not inappropriate, I really want to try my craft here. My younger brothers and sisters say I am very talented."

Lin's helplessness, pulled her into it.

Xie Lang stood at the corner, in a daze.

How long has he not seen such a vigorous and silly Zhou family? It's been too long, and he will almost forget her appearance.

He was standing here, and someone hurriedly passed by and bumped into his shoulder.

The man was thin and short, and was knocked back two steps. He stared at Xie Lang and wanted to curse a few words. Seeing his good-looking and impressive appearance, he abruptly held back.

The short man rubbed his shoulders, muttered a few words, and walked towards the breakfast stall.

The residents around here all knew each other. As he walked, he greeted the diners who had breakfast in front of the market: "What did you eat? How did it taste?"

Everyone laughed and said, praising the early food in the market.

"It's delicious, I feel comfortable all over."

"It turns out that early food can still be so delicious, and it won't be annoying to get up early in the future."

"I bought one and prepared to take it away, took a bite, and turned it back to buy a second one. How do you think it tastes."

"Hey, Old Ding, is it time to pick the goods again so early today?"

Old Ding nodded, rubbing his arms and said: "Yes." The merchant ship passed through the capital, and his cargo arrived. He has to go to the dock for inspection before unloading. He didn't believe in other people's eyes, and went by himself every time, thinking about the sun on the pier, so he dressed a little thinly. Who knew the coldness was so heavy in the morning.

He glanced at the densely packed food in the market, and finally just said: "Is there something warm, let's have a portion."

"Good." Xiao Er went in, and after a while, he brought out a bowl of soup and a plate of oil cakes, "Hot spicy soup and oil cakes, please use them."

Lao Ding looked in front of him and saw that the so-called hot spicy soup was a bowl of reddish and brownish soup, and he couldn't see what it was like. The soup is sticky and has a strong but not pungent spicy aroma. It is wrapped in various ingredients, black fungus, brown-green kelp, translucent mung bean noodles, light yellow tofu skin and gluten, etc., in the thin Covered by the heat of the white mist, it looks particularly attractive.

He hadn't eaten this kind of early food, hesitated at the moment, took a spoon and scooped it. The soup was very rich, and when it was scooped, a piece of silk was hung, and the soup dripped into a ball and was extremely thick.

Because it is kneaded with gluten water to thicken the soup, the color of the soup will look thick and bright. The first reaction is that the soup is really thick and thick, but the taste is still fine. Then there is the sweet aroma of bone soup and the numbness of pepper gradually overflowing to the tip of the tongue. With the warm and sticky taste, the strong fresh numbness rushes into the mouth. The stamina is full, very enjoyable, from the tip of the tongue to the throat. Mum, warm all the way to the stomach.

The gluten is soft and strong, with enough soup, it has a light bean aroma when chewing. The fungus is crispy, the kelp is firm, and the noodles are springy. When chewed, a variety of rich tastes are attacked with different degrees of hemp. Although the spicy soup has the word for spicy, it is different from the spicy stimulation of pepper. hemp. The pepper tastes very fragrant, and it tastes warm, and it stretches out all at once.

He slurped and ate, and suddenly sat down across from him.

Xie Lang said to Xiao Er: "Follow me and have the same set as him."

Seeing that he didn't look like a resident here, Lao Ding didn't look much, and ate his own.

He picked up the oil cake and pressed it into the spicy soup.

The slimy soup immediately wrapped the oil cake from all sides, and when it was picked up, a thick layer of sticky bright soup hung on the end of the oil cake. Put it in your mouth, the soup will be thick and will not soften the oil cakes, the oil cakes are crispy, the oil is light, and they are covered by the spicy and delicious flavor of the spicy soup, crisp and sticky. Thick and mixed, fragrant and numb, very enjoyable.

It has been a long time since Xie Lang has seen people be so careless about food, and now he has an appetite. When Xiao Er came up, he immediately took a bite.

Hu spicy soup has a strong flavor and a mellow numb flavor. Various spices and herbs such as dried ginger, ginger, pepper, long pepper, cinnamon, shan Nai, etc. are mixed together to form a light or heavy, rich and flavorful strange fragrance. Spicy, soft and delicate, with endless aftertaste.

Xie Lang seldom eats heavy bites, but Hu spicy soup does not make him unbearable, because although Hu spicy soup is spicy, it does not make your tongue hurt, but a kind of warm spicy flavor. Spicy and fresh, there is numbness in the fresh, creamy, soft, and sticky. You can also chew while drinking, feel the taste of different ingredients and their fragrance. After eating a bowl, you will have another bowl without hesitation .

This time Xiao Er was still very fast, and immediately brought the spicy soup, Xie Lang did not pay attention, can't wait to enter...

"Cough!" An unfamiliar strong hotness struck him, he was choked, and he kept coughing with his sleeve covering his face, his throat and tongue were so hot and sore.

Lin secretly probed, and said to Zhou: "It seems to be very spicy."

Zhou hugged his chest: "Of course, I put three spoons of chili sauce."

Lin saw that he was about to cough, and Xiao Er was stopped by Zhou not to pass water. He hesitated and said, "It seems that he is coughing too hard."

"After the delicacy of my hand, I don't want him to enjoy it." Zhou gave Lin a look, and Lin immediately understood. If Uncle Xiangyang was here, she would let him cough to death.

Finally, the shopkeeper brought Xie Lang a glass of water, and he drank it in a hurry to stop his cough.

Seeing him coughing so uncomfortably, Lao Ding asked hesitantly, "Is it all right? Does this bowl taste bad?"

But he didn’t want a smile on the face of the handsome and gentle man opposite, he lowered his eyes and smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s my wife who teased me.” Just like the Zhou family in Mobei had to coax him to drink strong alcohol, look at him. After choking, he raised his eyebrows arrogantly and laughed at the nobles in the capital who were soft cats.

Thinking of this, the smile on Xie Lang's face faded, and the spiciness in his mouth disappeared, leaving only the bitterness.

He understood why Xie Sheng wanted him to see.

Zhou's appearance has changed, and she has changed back to the cheerful and unrestrained Miss Zhou in Mobei, but he is not the first Xie Erlang who provokes her in Mobei.

During the seven years of marrying in the capital, her temperament was distorted and her edges and corners were smoothed. When she became herself, her edges and corners were gone, and her friendship with him was gone.

Xie Lang couldn't sit down anymore, and hurriedly left after checking out.

"Weird." Old Ding watched him go, shook his head, and continued to taste the delicious food in front of him.

The restaurants are crowded and bustling, the hot aroma dispels the tranquility of the morning, and many diners are talking and laughing. There should only be unlimited joy and comfort here, and there is no room for sadness.