Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin wore large cotton hats as decorations. Yuchi Baoqi walked to the city guard and lowered the brim of his hat, inadvertently revealing the Baiqi token at his waist.

The city guard had sharp eyes. After seeing the token, he quickly began to pretend to check Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin's forged tooth tags and road guides.

"Okay, okay, you two, don't block the city gate, hurry up, hurry up! Go in!"

Yuchi Baoqi also very wisely folded a dime and a half-cent treasure note for the city guard, and the city guard also easily twisted it and stuffed it into the leather arm armor.

When the two of them entered Peiping City, they saw that the new asphalt road was very smooth, and there were vendors everywhere on the streets, all of which were clean and hygienic.

"Tang Huo Shao, Tang Huo Shao, Tang Huo Shao made from Jiannan Dao's best brown sugar. One bite is as sweet as honey, two bites are full of fragrant aroma, and after three bites, you can buy two more!"

Li Shimin thought it was novel, so he stepped forward to negotiate the price with the stall owner: "Stall owner, how do you sell this sugar-fired roast?"

"Tanghuo, five cents each, twelve cents, sir, how much do you want?"

Li Shimin glanced at Yuchi Baoqi. Yuchi Baoqi took out two treasure notes from his arms, totaling fifteen yuan, and handed them to the stall owner.

The stall owner was very particular and asked Yuchi Baoqi to find change in his coin folder. The stall owner wrapped three candies in oil paper and burned them before handing them to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin touched the sugar through the oil paper and burned it. It was warm and fragrant with sesame and sesame seeds. Li Shimin smacked his lips twice and was ready to eat.

Yuchi Baoqi thought of something fun and teased Li Shimin: "Do you know how to eat candy and burn the back of your head?"

Just as Li Shimin opened his mouth to bite down, he heard Yuchi Baoqi ask himself: "How do you burn the back of your head when you eat a sesame seed cake? Are you suffering from hysteria? Don't you be blind and suffer from apathy again?"

The stall owner was quite interesting: "Brother, what your son said is true. He actually burned the back of his head by eating sugar."

Li Shimin didn't understand. Yuchi Baoqi took a candy and broke it open, and the brown sugar inside flowed out.

"If the sugar flows out, isn't that a waste? If it flows down your hands to your elbows, if you stick out your tongue and lick it, wouldn't it burn the back of your head?"

Li Shimin was stunned: "Is there really such a stupid person in the world?"

The stall owner selling sugar-fired cakes nodded: "It was true in the past. The sugar at that time was not sugar, but gold. How is it like now, even the best sugar can only cost less than ten cents, and the sugar can't be leaked. Just buy another one.”

Yuchi Baoqi licked his fingers after finishing the candy. It was just like in his memory, sweeter than before, nothing bad at all.

"Stall owner, we heard before we came to Peiping that the fried belly and rotten pork noodles in Peiping are delicious, but we are not familiar with the place and don't know which one to go to."

The stall owner waved his hands: "You two, you have to go and make these rotten pork noodles. Now, which restaurant can't eat two taels of fresh pork every day? No one will make these rotten meat noodles anymore. sold."

"Now, we cook fried liver, stewed liver, noodles with soybean paste, big meat buns, and door-nail meatloaf."

"Don't tell me, you two, when you were poor, you still had Sui Tou, stir-fried pebbles with soy sauce and pickles. Those old men who had no money to buy food and drinks used this Sui Tou to drink with wine."

The stall owner became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. There was no big or small thing in this city that the lower half of him didn't know.

"It's hard to say what's the most delicious in Beiping. The poor have their own food, and the rich have their own food. But this fried noodles is eaten by everyone and loved by everyone."

Li Shimin's noodle-brain attack: "So, which fried noodles is the best?"

The stall owner gave a thumbs up: "The ones from our place are the best. The stall is closing just now. Why don't you two go back with me and have a bowl of Guo Tiao? It's so authentic."

Li Shimin glanced at Yuchi Baoqi. Yuchi Baoqi was no longer where he was, and was already helping the stall owner clean up the fire stall.

The stall owner pulled the trolley and headed home, beckoning Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin to follow. Yuchi Baoqi put his hand under the trolley and lifted it slightly to make it easier for the stall owner to pull it.

After wandering all the way around the alley, I finally came to a small door. The stall owner knocked on the door: "Mom, my son is back. Please open the door."

With a "squeak", the old wooden door was opened from the inside, and an old woman looked at her son pulling the cart with some distress.

"You stubborn donkey, what did I tell you? The brown sugar in the sugar fire will solidify quickly when the weather is cold, and you won't be able to sell it today. Just turn a deaf ear to your mother's words."

The stall owner, who was scolded by his old mother, made a face to his old mother: "Mom, please don't say anything about your son today, we have guests coming."

The stall owner stepped aside, revealing Li Shimin and Yuchi Baoqi behind him. Seeing this, the old woman stopped talking. She just opened the door and removed the surrounding door panels to facilitate the entry of her son's cart.

Li Shimin took the lead and walked into the yard. It is more appropriate to call it a yard than a patio. Once the cart was placed in the yard, it left four narrow sides, and everyone had to tiptoe to follow it carefully.

Yuchi Baoqi followed behind and saw the stall owner wrapping the remaining burned sugar in oil paper, taking four table legs from the corner, and placing one under the cart to form a square table.

"Two of you, I haven't asked you about your names yet. I am serving the people. My ancestral home is Hebei and I fled to Peiping. I haven't asked you yet."

"Ao Ribao, Ao Ri Steel Plate."

"Li Weimeng, Li Bao."

Shi Weimin looked at the two people who reported their homes. He was a little wary when they reported completely different names. Yuchi Baoqi quickly smoothed things over.

"Ao Ribao and Ao Ri Steel Plate are the Mobei names we use in the Mobei grassland. I am Li Bao, from Chang'an, and this is my father Li Weimeng."

Shi Weimin then let down his guard, as long as he had something to say, people in this era would always say sincerely: "Mom, these two were customers of my stall, and by chance we chatted about which fried noodles were the best and the best. Proudly, I blurted out that your craftsmanship is the best."

Seeing that her son didn't have a good face, Shi Shi just vented his anger through his nostrils: "You can find a job for your mother when you see Tian'er."

That being said, Shi was busy alone in the small kitchen for half an hour. Just when Li Shimin was about to find an excuse to run away, Shi Weimin brought noodles soaked in cold water and steaming fried noodles. Sauce is here.

Mrs. Shi carried two large plates of dumplings and put them on the trolley: "Two distinguished guests, the Shi family has neglected you, so please forgive me."

Shi Weimin took a bamboo skewer to fish noodles for Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin. Yuchi Baoqi was very particular about eating but not polite. He picked up some dish codes with chopsticks and put a spoonful of fried sauce into the noodles with a spoon. Bowl, stir and stir immediately.

Seeing Yuchi Baoqi eating so happily, Shi's originally serious face relaxed a lot, but she still didn't have much of a good look towards these two uninvited guests.