Chapter 475

It turned out that history was really changed because of a journey. Zhao Kuangyin in the world didn't die early. Zhao Guangyi, who once wondered why he didn't find traces inside and outside the palace, didn't inherit his brother's throne.

Zhao Defang, who was more decisive than Zhao Kuangyin, inherited the throne of the New Song Dynasty. Since then, history has sprinted all the way towards a road unheard of by Fu Hongye.

There is no world war, only the endless foreign war of the kings of the Song Dynasty.

With the drawing of clear maps, the people of the Song Dynasty knew the size of the world and the endless frontier beyond their horizons.

It has stimulated the sense of urgency of monarchs from generation to generation and kept moving towards prosperity and strength... Desperately.

splendid!

Seventeen years as a woman is worth it!

When Fu Hongye thought of this, he laughed, but after seeing the crow's feet that Fu's mother had been worried about these two days, he patted her thigh and dedicated Mrs. Huarui's private possession.

"Mom, I have an ancient formula for skin care. Let me tell you..."

With the happy reunion of a family, the story of the eleventh world ends. Dust returns to dust and earth returns to earth.

Gu Zheng, who is rarely without melancholy, knows that brotherhood is not lacking in the real world, is it?

For example, now, he hasn't had time to sigh. The knock on the gate of his courtyard must be a rude cigarette gun.

Hey, I'd better serve this ancestor who is nervous more and more with the opening of the commercial street.

Gu Zheng, who should open the door, became enthusiastic as soon as he saw the cigarette gun.

Sure enough, he was the leader of the villagers in Hongmen village. He was very generous.

This is not only from the food box carried by the smoker, Gu Zheng can recognize it at a glance. It comes from the only three-story restaurant on the side of the main road diagonally opposite the entrance of the village, the packed food box of Beiping restaurant.

This antique wooden food box prepared for the nearby home can only be enjoyed by the neighborhood.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng naturally gave the cigarette gun to the hospital with enthusiasm.

Press the switch of the simple light bulb under the big locust tree, and the food box is firmly placed on the small dinner table under the locust tree.

At this time, Gu Zheng also said insincere words: "you say you are too polite, brother yangun. You are from the neighbors. Just come here. What else do you bring?"

He sat on the top of a flower made Mazza and began to open the food box while greeting Gu Zheng: "naturally, I came here to ask you."

"It's not that I'm afraid the person I ask for doesn't work seriously. I have to let you eat my mouth short before I feel at ease."

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was really convinced. He impolitely lifted the lid of the food box and returned: "I'm a glutton, but I'm not so easy to bribe. If you prepare things too often, I'm not only not good to do things for you. I'm not sure. I'll make trouble for you at will."

With these words, Gu Zheng's food box also opened, and the things inside were serious, revealing their full picture.

"Drink!" seeing the delicate dishes inside, Gu Zheng suddenly came to the spirit. He patted on the small table and asked, "brother yangun, wait for me, wait for me!"

After that, he turned and went to the small kitchen in his yard, pulled out the Yanjing Beer in the refrigerator, and turned to the table in a hurry.

At this time, Gu Zheng was a little reserved and devoted himself to the three kinds of hutongs brought by brother yangun.

Don't mention it, only this fellow can understand the essence of these three.

It's hot in summer, and the draught is hot.

But against the backdrop of Pu fan mat, nothing is more refreshing and pleasant than the coolness brought by delicious food.

The feelings of the old capital people are nothing more than the cunning of using food to relieve the summer heat. The most common ingredients will become supreme delicacies in the hands of the master.

Coir raincoat cucumber,

Mustard pier,

And red fried red fruits with ice

Together, it is a feast of taste formed at the tip of the tongue after integrating a variety of tastes such as sour, sweet, mustard and spicy.

The green coir raincoat cucumber, because of its shape and its unique treatment methods, promotes the ordinary cold cucumber to an unusual state of delicious.

The fancy knife work allows diners to pick up a whole cucumber from one end with chopsticks, just like the flower drawing at the banquet, which will never be disconnected from beginning to end.

The yellow, tender and white melon pulp, because of its exquisite knife work, absorbs the crushed garlic and pepper sesame oil poured on it to the fullest state.

Finally, with the company of raw and aged vinegar and delicious food, we reached the most perfect balance... About sour and spicy.

Let the most ordinary emerald green become the most perfect cold dish with beer.

If at this time, the heat of the last bite of fried peanuts is just right, the more you chew the more fragrant fried peanuts, and then pour the last bite of beer down, there will be a comfortable feeling of upright sweat and open pores.

This may be the happiest way for a man to relax after a day's work.

If you don't think it's bright enough, people who like the spicy mustard pier will naturally find a lifelong partner in the three kinds of hutongs.

The four cold dishes, which once occupied a pivotal position in Beijing cuisine, are now squatting on a small plate, alone with other inexplicable partners under Gu Zheng's chopsticks.

Although mustard mound is still named after its shape like coir raincoat cucumber, its main material is cheaper Chinese cabbage.

Take the essence of cabbage, go to its dishes, and even the bottom of the stout can not be carried.

Instead, half of the inner core and half of the Yellow tender leaves are carefully scalded, like flowers. When they extend to half, they are artificially rolled into a wronged roll.

Layer upon layer, like a large roll of bubble gum, after tearing it open, it becomes a whole cabbage like the petals open.

However, this dish is never the cabbage itself, but the mustard itself watered on the stamen like cabbage core.

This food, which is closest to the origin brewed by China's Millennium ancient method and returned to the Song Dynasty, carries forward the fact that mustard was originally transmitted from the Tang Dynasty to the surrounding countries to the extreme.

A little sugar, a little salt, and the locally produced yellow mustard are carefully boiled over a small fire. It is sticky to the point of ticking, but half of it has not been stuck to the pot. When it is poured directly on the half open cabbage core under such a heat, a flower named mustard pier will bloom in the prosperous age.

Unparalleled spicy, for those who dare to try this dish, it ends with tears and snot.

However, when diners wipe their uncontrollable nose water with a rough paper towel, a cool that goes straight to the celestial cover can linger in the hearts of everyone who likes this dish for a long time.

"Hoo ha!"

The favorite of the two Hutong people started with mustard in their mouth while they were breathing in the slightest breath.

At this time, the fried peanuts had already been unable to suppress the heroic mustard pier. At this time, the Beijing flavor Fagao with extremely light taste came into great use.

It is also from the hands of the people. FA Gao can be said to be inherited from the north and south of China.

There are unique production methods everywhere.

The reason to bring a Beijing flavor is nothing more than a more rough and crazy material selection in the Hutong.

Soft white sugar was replaced by brown sugar, while fine millet flour or pumpkin powder became a combination of corn flour and soft red beans.

The steamed cake is so big that even ordinary people can't see it.

However, the thick and careless taste, coupled with the unique fragrance of brown sugar + red beans, directly conquered the senseless taste buds stimulated by mustard, making Gu Zheng's tongue eager to live again.

Not sweet enough, not enough!

At this time, the last pitiful crystal red fruit, which is thought to only give children a sweet mouth, was regarded as the protagonist of the ending.

This dessert made of three simple raw materials: agar, rock sugar and red fruit is wonderful in its heat.

Less than one point, the crystal red fruit will quickly melt and decompose into a sticky mass of rotten jam without appetite after it is served.

And more, it will be a paste taste, which is unbearable.

Lost the most important function of a cold dessert in summer... That is cool.

Unfortunately, Peiping restaurant is as old as Gu Zheng's small courtyard.

These simple three are made into the style of palace dishes.

What else did Gu Zheng not understand after eating such a field? He patted his chest to reassure the cigarette gun: "tomorrow's ribbon cutting, brother, I will show all my unique skills on that stage."

"Just look."

After that, he felt guilty as if he had just remembered something and said, "well, brother yangun, do you know any people from Beijing Opera Troupe? Borrow a costume to wear it."

"What? You want to sing?" the smoker disliked that the wine cup of Gu Zheng's family was too small. He blew a mouthful of wine into the bottle and sent it into his nostrils.

"Cough, Gu Zheng, brother, don't play with me, will you?"

"Well, even if it's my brother, I know the people of the Beijing Opera Troupe and got you costumes overnight, but the question is, can you sing?"

"Aren't you a troublemaker? Even if you punch in the middle of my court, I won't say you're a troublemaker."

Gu Zheng was a little impolite. He put the wine cup in his hand and nodded: "in fact, my singing level is just as general, and because it is not used for a long time, it may be a relatively weak item compared with my force value."

"But do you think the cultural folk village and the performance of opera and quyi are more appropriate?"

"So, as the finale of this street, you always have to get me a decent costume?"

But after Gu Zheng finished saying these words, he only saw the bleak appearance of the cigarette gun after being trampled down by four or five strong women. He was loveless and looked at the sky of the small courtyard with few stars.

Don't you believe him?