Reborn in 1993, after divorce, life became a mess

The first thing Ren Zhitao said when they met was: "Let's go to that place to eat roast duck."

When Li Wen looked at Ren Zhitao, who was obviously putting on weight and had a general belly, and was still talking about eating roast duck, he didn't know what to say.

But she was murmuring in her heart: What's so delicious about that stupid roast duck? It's so greasy and so expensive.

Give me a duck and I will make you a roast duck that tastes just like it.

Zhao Yanan also echoed: "Yes, let's try the most famous roast duck first, and then drink a bowl of bean juice.

I heard someone said that the fried liver near Yongwang Mansion is the best. I will go there tomorrow. I want to say goodbye and have another bowl of fried liver.

Why do you think his fried liver is not about the plate but the bowl? "

Na Liwen scratched the short hair on his head and replied: "The fried liver is similar to the tofu puffs we have there, so it has to be served in a bowl."

Zhao Yanan: “Oh, that’s it.

So why is it called fried liver? "

Na Liwen was speechless. She really didn't know this and had never thought about it.

"I'm telling you, Yanan, I'll order some bean juice for you when the time comes, but you can't leave any leftovers."

She changed the subject.

Zhao Yanan nodded: "No problem, I love soy milk the most."

Na Liwen shook his head: "Douzhier and soy milk are two different things."

"What's the difference?" Zhao Yanan asked.

"Hmm... Let's put it this way, have you smelled the smell from the pickled cabbage vat in the summer? That's what the bean juice smells like."

"Ah?!" Zhao Yanan was shocked.

Na Liwen nodded heavily: "Don't be so surprised. I think that soybean juice is swill, and it is fermented swill."

"Then why do local people like to drink it?" Xiao Yezi asked curiously.

Na Liwen: "Well, this is just like stinky tofu and snail noodles. You can't stand the smell, but you can't stop eating it."

Xiao Yezi said with a look of disgust: "Eh...

I hate eating stinky tofu the most. The smell of it can stink for miles. "

Zhao Yanan said: "I also like to eat stinky tofu. If I put it on the steamed buns, I can eat three big steamed buns in one sitting."

Na Liwen: "Then you might also like drinking bean juice."

Facts have proved that the power of Douzhier is too strong, and Zhao Yanan cannot drink it.

Na Liwen booked a hotel on Qianmen Street.

After everyone took a short rest, the first stop was to go to Tiananmen Square.

Early in the morning on June 1st, Na Liwen got the children out of bed.

"Walk--

I will take you to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony. "

At this time, people were not very interested in the flag-raising ceremony. Unlike in the 21st century, you can even stay overnight near the square to watch a flag-raising ceremony.

This flag-raising ceremony was Na Liwen's favorite.

She gets excited every time she sees it, like a stimulant.

Whenever she was unhappy in her previous life, she would go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony. After watching it, she felt confident in life again.

Now, let the children feel it early.

Patriotism education must start from an early age.

The children had no feeling about the flag-raising ceremony, but they all became excited when they heard about going to Tiananmen Square.

Tiananmen is a holy place for people all over the country, a place that everyone yearns for.

"oh--

Finally I can see Tiananmen! "

Tiantian was the most excited one. He cheered and put on a white shirt, blue pants and white sneakers. Finally, he took out a red scarf from his schoolbag and tied it around his neck.

Na Liwen: Hoo!

This is prepared at home.

Her fondness for her eldest nephew gained another layer.

Na Liwen did not expect that people at this time would already attach great importance to the flag-raising ceremony at Tiananmen Square, and many people were already waiting at the scene.

The most numerous ones were primary school students wearing red scarves.

It seems that most parents have this in mind.

A grand flag-raising ceremony is held in Tiananmen Square on the first day of every month.

The flag-raising square consists of 36 armed police officers and soldiers.

Among them is a flag-bearer, and on the left and right sides are two flag-guards holding submachine guns. Behind them is a leading police officer wearing a command knife, followed by a flag-protecting formation of 32 people carrying Type 56 semi-automatic rifles on their shoulders.

Behind the formation were 60 members of the Armed Police Military Band, who played the national anthem at the flag-raising scene.

As soon as the ninety-six-member honor guard of the three armed forces appeared, the momentum was extraordinary.

The children who were still playing and laughing were immediately shocked.

They consciously lined up in a line, stood upright, and watched the flag-raising ceremony intently with sullen faces.

Even my fat son, who usually loves to move around, is now honest.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the fat son Yangyang took Li Wen's hand, raised his head and said with a solemn face: "Mom——

When I grow up, I want to be a soldier to protect my family and country. "

Na Liwen: "...Okay."

It seems that I came to the right time to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

After watching the flag-raising ceremony, the group had a quick bite to eat nearby, then went back to buy tickets to see the Forbidden City.

Zhao Yanan and Ren Zhitao were going to the Great Hall to pay respects, but Na Liwen and his children did not go.

Mom and dad went with them.

After coming out, my mother kept wiping her tears, and my father became very sad.

Na Liwen: I knew it would be like this.

Everyone spent a whole day in Tiananmen Square.

When leaving in the evening, Ren Zhitao waved his hand: "Go to Quanjude."

Well, I still miss eating roast duck.

When we arrived at Quanjude, everyone was full of food and full of praise.

Li Wen just took a bite and stopped eating. It tasted no different from what she had eaten in her previous life.

She specifically asked the waiter the price of a roast duck, and the waiter replied one hundred and ninety-eight.

Mom looked shocked.

She was afraid that the waiter who was slicing the roast duck would hear it, so she leaned close to Li Wen and whispered in his ear: "Isn't it swan meat we are eating?"

Liwen almost spit out the sip of tea he drank.

It wasn’t until we left Quanjude and traveled a long way in the car that my mother dared to express her doubts about the price of roast duck loudly.

"too expensive!

It’s too expensive!

Let’s buy a duck at home for only a few dollars...”

Dad scolded her: "Can it be the same?

Ours is a local duck, but this one is a duck from the emperor's feet. Of course, the price will be higher. "

Na Liwen laughed. After laughing enough, he explained to his father.

“Dad, the reason why Quanjude’s roast duck is expensive is because it is a century-old store and has a brand effect.

Moreover, the roasting method and taste of his roast duck are unique and cannot be copied by others.

The prices of ducks on other markets are similar to ours, and they are not much more expensive just because they grow under the emperor's feet. "

Dad: "Oh, that's right. I thought everything would be different and noble once it caught the emperor's light."

Na Liwen: "······"

Thinking about it, there is some truth in what my father said.

She had stayed in Kyoto for more than 20 years, and all prices were more expensive than elsewhere.

As the old saying goes, it's not easy to live in the capital.

If nothing else, housing prices in Kyoto have been more than twice as high as other places since ancient times.

In the future twenty-first century, it will even be ten times higher.

Thinking of this, she was even more anxious to buy a house here, and she didn't even have the heart to go out and play.