Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

"This is what they mean by reading thousands of books but traveling thousands of miles, to truly experience the local customs and habits." Yang Qingdai nibbled on the sesame seed cake with shredded sour pickled vegetables.

Yang Ziling beside him took a sip out of curiosity, his little face wrinkled and he tried hard to stick out his tongue.

"Sister, you won't have to eat this rotten mung bean soup forever, right?" Yang Ziling couldn't help but worry about how her sister would prepare three meals a day in the future.

Chen Yu was unhappy. "Speak properly. What do you mean by 'sour green bean soup'? It's called 'douzhi', a traditional snack of our capital. As the old saying goes, 'If you haven't tasted douzhi, you haven't been to Beijing', do you understand?"

"don't know."

The southern kids said in unison.

They don’t understand now, and they don’t want to understand in the future.

"Comrade Xiao Yang, why don't you explain a few words?" Chen Yu threw the question to Yang Qingdai.

This person has always claimed that "tasting the special food of each place is the most direct way to understand the local customs and culture."

However, there are always unexpected events and accidents.

It's like the soy milk in Beijing, the stinky tofu in Hunan, the snail noodles in Guangxi... they are Yang Qingdai's contingencies and accidents.

Yang Qingdai avoided the question and said, "Well, it's a matter of personal taste and habits, and we can't say anything. It's OK if you old Beijingers like it. It's OK if you like it. We outsiders won't compete with you.

Don't worry, Ziling, there are still many delicious foods in Beijing. If all else fails, we can buy some and cook them ourselves at home."

It would be better not to say this.

The old man who was watching over the stall was quite happy. "From your accent, I can tell you are from the south. I'd be surprised if you could get used to drinking this soy milk."

"Uncle, you often encounter people like them who vomit after drinking." Chen Yu came over to chat with the uncle.

As soon as these words came out, the people who were ready to fight tried hard to suppress the urge to beat him up.

This guy is so unkind. He even said he would take them to eat the most authentic and delicious breakfast in Beijing.

That's it?

It is authentic, but whether it tastes good or not is very obvious.

The old man took the cigarette handed over by Chen Yu, and the latter politely lit it for him.

The old man blew out a puff of smoke and then spoke: "It's not just these southern kids who can't get used to it. Many people from other places can't get used to our taste. Especially those foreigners, who have bad tempers and curse after they spit."

"Oh, sir, you are famous both at home and abroad. Even in such a secluded place, foreigners can still find your place, which shows that your food is authentic."

Although Yang Qingdai was not used to the extremely sour taste of soy milk, she still respected the old man very much.

Seeing the old man shaking his head and sighing, I quickly gave him some sugar-coated advice.

The old man was very easy to coax. He was so happy to see Yang Qingdai that he smiled happily. Seeing that she was enjoying eating a sesame cake, he gave her one as a gift.

Yang Qingdai was stunned, thanked him, broke the pancake in half and gave half to Yang Ziling.

The breakfast was so delicious that it’s hard to describe. Under the threat of everyone’s gaze, the Chen brothers took them out of the alley and came to Dazhalan.

Zhang Daqiang, Tang Danni and Qu Dongdong looked at the bustling streets with their mouths wide open.

"Wow~ It's worthy of being an old commercial street in Beijing with hundreds of years of history." Tang Danni blinked her eyes and pulled Tang Danbai and Zhang Guochang closer, "You two remember to pay."

Before leaving, she did her homework with Yang Qingdai and Qu Dongdong.

The origin of Dashilan can be traced back to the early Ming Dynasty. A major renovation began more than ten years ago, and the first asphalt road in the capital was born here.

This made the already bustling Dashilan even more crowded.

She couldn't help wanting to buy all kinds of new things.

Yang Ziling opened his eyes wide and looked curiously at the shops and stalls lined up along the street. He was dazzled by the dazzling array of things, but he did not forget to follow Yang Qingdai closely.

The main reason was that there were too many people, and he was worried that if he was not careful, he would be squeezed away by the crowd.

They agreed to meet at the famous Mou De Roast Duck Restaurant at noon, and asked them to keep an eye on their belongings. Chen Yu did not join them, but randomly found a teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, and sat down to rest.

Following the tune coming from the radio, I kept rapport with it and felt indescribably relaxed.

After he had almost finished his pot of tea, he slowly stood up and walked to the roast duck restaurant they had designated.

It was really moved over there. Chen Yu didn't expect so many people to come here. It was lunch time, but the crowd didn't get smaller.

When he finally squeezed into the restaurant, Yang Qingdai's table had already started serving food. Could it be that they squeezed in and sat in the restaurant to wait for him?

"Why did you come so early?" Chen Yu refused to believe it.

Tang Danni wrinkled her nose. "There are too many people. I can't squeeze in at all. I can't buy anything even if I want to."

"Thanks to someone this morning, I was hungry, so I came up to look for food." Qu Dongdong glanced at him.

Don't make it too obvious who someone is talking about.

Chen Yu was speechless. How could he know that they couldn't drink soy milk at all?

You really can't blame him for this.

The smart choice is to shut up and wait for the food to avoid being attacked by the group later.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, there was a commotion at the door. It seemed that the waiter asked them to wait a moment because the restaurant was full and the customers were dissatisfied. The noise was mixed with some insults in foreign languages.

At least half of the people at Yang Qingdai's table could understand what was said. They couldn't help but frown and looked towards the door.

What a coincidence, enemies always meet each other.

Li Hongqing was among the group of people, looking at people with his nose. Qu Dongdong felt inexplicably familiar with his posture.

After searching carefully in my mind, oh, isn't this what Tang Danni looked like when she first arrived at the Youth League Home of Qingshan Brigade?

"Who is this person? She acts like she thinks the whole world belongs to her just because she accompanies foreigners to restaurants. It's disgusting." Tang Danni's mumbling happened to be heard by Yang Qingdai.

I kindly explained to her, "Li Hongqing, have you forgotten?"

"What? That witch is Li Hongqing?" Tang Danni was surprised. "Why is she like a different person?"

Yang Qingdai chuckled twice, "After being with those foreigners for a long time, you will definitely put on makeup."

When Yang Ziling heard the name "Li Hongqing", he clenched his hands under the table tightly and stared at her with narrowed eyes, as if he was going to pounce on her and bite her in the next moment.

Glancing at the slightly exposed blue veins on his forehead, Yang Qingdai reached out to cover his fist under the table and shook her head slightly at him.

"Keep your dirty hands away."

Just when Li Hongqing was about to hit the waiter who was trying to stop them from breaking in, Qu Dongdong couldn't help himself and rushed over to slap her hand away.

"Li Hongqing, I didn't expect you to fall to this point. An illegitimate daughter is an illegitimate daughter. Apart from being like a shrew and slapping people at every turn, and accompanying a group of foreigners, what else can you do?"

As for what they did with the foreigners, that can only be imagined by those who heard it.