Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

【What? Are you planning to go to Yangzhou like this? 】

Zhang Rui design.

[As I told you, the finished product is a handicraft, but it is not actually the "core" protection object of intangible cultural heritage. Even if you successfully awaken everyone's memory, there will be no points. 】

The system does not agree with Zhang Ruixuan's idea of ​​​​thinking about how to run before he is firmly on his way. What's more, with the latter's ability, whether he can reach Yangzhou smoothly is a problem!

And Zhang Ruixuan actually has his own plans. He had seen the impact that Ding Xuan could bring. What if this museum, which is stuck with unknown bugs and has not disappeared, can evoke the memories of a large number of intangible cultural heritage craftsmen?

When the time comes, why don’t you get points? The country’s population base is so large, what does a mere 100,000 items of intangible cultural heritage count? Everything has been restored, and I don't have to worry about points or not.

[Zhang Ruixuan: Do you know where that museum is? 】

【Hemerocallis Xinwangyou: Know】

[Zhang Ruixuan: Then will you go to Yangzhou with me? 】

[Hemerocallis Xinwangyou: I am planning to go, but I don’t plan to bring you, a laggard]

Having just been scolded by the system, and now being looked down upon by Ding Xuan, Zhang Ruixuan's self-confidence was a little frustrated. He moved the small bench under his buttocks, sat closer to Zhang's mother, and began to imitate Zhang's mother. How to make siomai.

Looking at the 'rolling pin' in his mother's hand, which was thick in the middle and relatively thin at both ends, Zhang Ruixuan suddenly realized that the word the system used to describe him was correct: he could eat but not cook.

"Mom, let me try." Seeing Zhang's mother turning and rolling out the dough, it turned out to be a round dough like dumpling wrapper, but it turned into ruffles and became more transparent. Zhang Ruixuan felt it was magical. .

Just like a child, you are finally willing to let him try to make stuffing, but he wants to try how to roll out the dough.

"Put your stuffing in and wait for you to roll it out? The daylilies are already cold!"

"Besides, we are live broadcasting now. When you were a child, you could roll dough with your hands. Your grandfather coaxed you, but your father and I were the only ones laughing at you. Now... the audience in the live broadcast room is waiting to laugh at you!"

Zhang Ruixuan felt that in the eyes of Zhang's mother, the system, and Ding Xuan, he was like a waste, unable to do anything well, and even only doing a disservice to others...

Standing up angrily, Zhang Ruixuan walked into his room, took a deep look at her breasts shaking her hair on the window sill, and silently mouthed "Mimi, I'm leaving, don't think too much about it" I'.

Of course, Zhang Ruixuan didn't wait for Mimi's reply, but when the knock on the door rang, Mimi ran out one step ahead of the former and jumped to the door of the courtyard, with some expectation in her eyes.

"Mimi, do you know people outside?" Zhang Ruixuan was very curious. For someone like him who stays at home every day and raises cats just like him, he has never seen much of the world. Why did Mimi react so strongly today?

Knowing that the courtyard was an absolutely safe space, Zhang Ruixuan opened the door hesitantly, but before he could even poke his head out, he was almost knocked over by a big golden retriever.

Barely able to steady his body, Zhang Ruixuan saw the dog owner - a girl who looked about the same age as himself.

Zhang Ruixuan couldn't remember when he could interact with the girl's family again. Of course, this is except when you are a troll online.

"you are?"

"Ding Xuan, whose online name is 'Hemerocallis Xinwangyou'." The girl opposite was not coy at all. Looking at the clothes she was wearing, it was obvious that she was well prepared, "You are Zhang Ruixuan, that you I’m the one who has the upper hand, right?”

Ding Xuan didn't seem to be confused at all, and she didn't even seem to be able to patiently explain it to others online for a long time. He took his dog and didn't go into the yard. He looked at Zhang Ruixuan with his eyes half lowered: "Are you leaving?"

"Ah, where are you going?" Zhang Ruixuan never thought that one day he would meet the person he was online with. For a moment, he couldn't remember what he should do or plan to do now.

Zhang Ruixuan was in a daze, and Ding Xuan was not in a hurry. Say the next sentence: 'I'll wait for you outside the door for a quarter of an hour. ’ He closed the door directly.

After bidding farewell to Zhang's mother, Zhang Ruixuan felt that he had nothing to prepare. After all, the live broadcast is handled intelligently by the system, and there is no need to bring any fill lights, reflectors, etc. It is easy to travel lightly.

"Did you bring a flashlight?"

As soon as he went out, Zhang Ruixuan was confused by Ding Xuan's question.

"You didn't bring anything with you. How did you plan to face emergencies along the way? When you got there, the sister said there was no electricity, so what did you plan to do?"

After packing up again, Zhang Ruixuan finally hit the road. Just when I was about to go out, Zhang’s mother had just steamed the siomai, wrapped in the fragrance of peas and glutinous rice, the thick and thick wheat noodles, and the unique oily fragrance of the meat. The smell of fresh shrimps seemed to be able to take people away directly. To the beach...

Zhang Ruixuan is almost drooling, but it’s really a headache to see that he can’t eat!

After drooling, Zhang Ruixuan thought that it had been a long time since he had eaten delicious siomai. Even the breakfast buffets in five-star hotels seem to be from the same wholesale company. They are hard and dry, with a mouthful of glutinous rice. Eating just one of them seems to be too much for you to eat.

"Siomai from the same place." Ding Xuan also smelled the delicacies hidden behind it from the smell, and then expressed unabashed admiration for Zhang's mother's cooking skills, "Your mother can cook so much."

In fact, when many Beijing children were young, they probably ate snacks and famous dishes like BJ's, or the inherited delicacies that are indeed a century-old brand, under the guidance of their parents.

Once upon a time, many things changed. Counting to this day, some have been recovered, and some have strayed away from people's memories again and again - the memory of food always seems to be tied to a period of time and an experience.

When I smell, taste, or hear about it again, what I think of is never what that bite looks like, but what kind of story I heard that day, who I sat with, and where I sat.

"So, how do you plan to get to Yangzhou?" Zhang Ruixuan's words interrupted Ding Xuan's memory of when she was a child and she ate siomai all over the place. "Are there any trains now?"

Ding Xuan felt that if she continued like this, she would be killed by Zhang Ruixuan sooner or later.

[Hemerocallis lucidum: talk less]

"Oh." After seeing the message Ding Xuan sent him, Zhang Ruixuan obediently shut up. At this moment, the world came to a rare halt.

When I go to Yangzhou, there are no Qionghua here, there is no road to Yangzhou in March, there is only the unknown and danger along the way - no culture, no civilization, advanced technology, and no 'human touch'.

1Duyichu siomai making technique is a national intangible cultural heritage.