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Chapter 69 He Ping's Soup Dumpling Journey

Oriental fish belly white.

The first ray of morning light fell on the city wall of Bianliang, He Ping rubbed her eyes and stood up on the wall.

The sky is clear and the sky is as blue as washing.

He Ping stretched her waist, looked at the soldiers on routine patrol in the distance, waved to them, and then jumped down the city wall several feet high.

There used to be a joke about qinggong, that is, in Jianghu, few people can jump from the first floor to the third floor, but jumping from the third floor to the first floor, as long as they are brave enough, anyone can try it.

The difference is that you need to rest in bed for a few days afterwards.

Even He Ping was able to climb up the city wall of Bianliang with bare hands, but she did not jump up.

So now, naturally it is not a jump.

The so-called lightness kung fu of volleying and opening your hands, you can glide forward like a glider, not to mention others, even He Ping can't.

But He Ping is very good at jumping off buildings.

Halfway down in the air, she pulled out a short dagger from her waist and inserted it into the city wall beside her. When the sparks danced, her descending movement also began to slow down. He Ping counted her feet Finally, he tapped the wall with his toes, and pulled out the dagger, and the whole person landed lightly on the open space at the corner of the city wall.

The whole process probably only takes a few snaps of the fingers.

It can be said that for a master of He Ping's level, all the walls in this world are like walking on the ground to her.

Of course—even if she came here all the way, just to eat steamed stuffed buns filled with soup.

And now, He Ping has come to a steamed stuffed bun restaurant, and saw that the boss had opened the door and hung up the buns, and the steamer inside the store was steaming.

There are diners sitting in twos and threes inside and outside the store, with a bowl of yellow millet porridge in front of them, one or two baskets of steamed buns filled with soup, a small ceramic dish with balsamic vinegar, and red fried peppers next to it.

As soon as the boss looked up, he saw this girl standing beside him, wearing emerald green clothes. Although He Ping was not young, she was almost middle-aged when she was nearly thirty, but she looked very beautiful. Young, giving the illusion that he is only in his early twenties.

"Girl, would you like a basket of steamed stuffed buns?" the boss greeted warmly.

"How much is a bun?" He Ping asked the price first.

"Two buns for one cent." The boss said with a smile, "One basket of buns costs five cents."

He Ping nodded, counted out fifteen Wen from the purse, and handed it to the boss: "Give me three cages of buns."

The boss agreed, and asked He Ping to sit down, and after a while, he brought three baskets of steaming steamed buns, a bowl of millet porridge, and a plate of seasoned balsamic vinegar.

He Ping nodded, thanked her, and took out her chopsticks to pick up the beautifully wrinkled and crystal-clear soup dumpling, then put it in her mouth, and took a bite.

At that moment, the full-bodied juice overflowed hotly. Although it was delicious, it was really hot. He Ping was caught off guard and took two steps back, yelling that it was hot.

The boss watched it amusedly: "It's the first time for a girl to eat soup dumplings?"

He Ping hummed lightly.

Although she was scalded, she still insisted on eating the soup dumpling slowly.

Then he raised his head and said seriously, "It's delicious."

The boss smiled: "When eating soup dumplings, there is a trick, which is to open the window first, and then drink the soup. Swallow it in one bite, and the mouthful will be full of flavor. You must take it step by step and don't be impatient."

He Ping nodded, took a small bite out of the second soup dumpling, drank the soup inside, and then swallowed the dumpling again, and the taste was quite different.

"By the way, boss." He Ping raised her head suddenly: "How do you sell this steamer?"

The boss was surprised: "This steamer is a guy who eats, how can it be sold? And what will the girl do when she buys it back? Could it be possible to make soup dumplings by yourself?"

"I'll take some back home for my family to taste." He Ping looked at the boss and said.

"It's a long way?" asked the boss.

He Ping shook her head: "It's not very far."

The boss smiled: "If the distance is not very far, I won't sell you unsteamed buns."

As he said this, he turned around and took out a bamboo snack box from the store: "Girl can use this, it will still be hot after an hour, you might as well eat it."

He Ping asked, "How much?"

"Girl just give me twenty Wen." The boss replied.

He Ping counted another twenty Wen from the money bag and handed it to the boss. She put all the other two baskets of soup dumplings into the food box, sat down to finish her portion, picked up the Food box, say goodbye to the boss.

The boss said to walk slowly, but saw that there was nothing in front of him, and the woman in the emerald green dress had disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the palm of his hand.

The copper coins are still there, like a dream.

……

……

When He Ping left the city, she avoided the main roads and only walked on remote paths so as not to disturb others.

If this is the case, He Ping can stretch her figure as much as possible, crossing the forest and crossing the river, as if walking on flat ground, she is really floating, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

She ate soup dumplings in Bianliang City at Chenshi, and before Sishi, she had already seen the city wall of Luocheng in the distance.

The woman returned to the avenue, entered the city as if nothing had happened, and came to the door of Xiaohun Inn, and suddenly found that the door of her own inn was locked. He Ping frowned, and knocked on the door panel. Come and open the door.

"What happened?" He Ping looked at Fang Bie and asked, still holding the bamboo food box in her right hand.

"It's not convenient here, go in and talk." Fang Bie said quietly.

He Ping nodded.

The two walked into the lobby, Fang Bie closed the door again, and then He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Where is Xue Lin?"

"Lin Xue is waiting for Dragon Boat Festival to wake up." Fang Bie said.

"Tell her to come down." He Ping said, "I brought you breakfast."

Fang Bie then turned around and asked Xue Ling to come down, and the two of them sat down on the opposite side of He Ping. For some reason, when the proprietress came back, she felt very at ease, not afraid of the sky falling.

After the two sat in front of them, He Ping didn't rush to ask what happened, but opened the food box and handed the two people chopsticks: "Eat."

Xue Ling saw that there were steamed steamed stuffed buns filled with soup inside. Xue Ling picked one up with chopsticks, and He Ping said, "Don't rush to eat, open the window first, and then drink the soup. Swallow it in one gulp, full of flavor. "

He Ping actually recited it very quickly.

Xue Ling nodded, listened to He Ping's words, and took a bite first. Although the soup inside was not hot, it was still warm.

And very delicious.

"By the way, Sister Ping." Xue Ling asked after eating, "Where did you buy these soup dumplings?"

"I've been in Los Angeles for a while, and I haven't seen a shop selling soup dumplings."

He Ping looked at Xue Ling and quietly said two words.

"Bianliang."

Xue Ling coughed loudly.

Choked.

(End of this chapter)