Delicious Delicacy of the Demon Spirit

"Fat girl?" Li Ku'er imagined the scene. A round, fat woman with fat face and fat face, with legs as thick as her waist and hands as thick as her legs, was peeling rice dumplings and gobbling her mouth full of oil. Then he took out the money generously, and said boldly: "Very good, I want all your zongzi!" Oh, it's a bit scary.

"What are you thinking again?" He Weiran saw Li Kuer squinting his eyes in a daze, sometimes his eyebrows moved, sometimes his mouth opened, it was very interesting.

Li Ku'er was suddenly brought back to her senses by this question, blinked, and said to her: "Sister He, I really want to go and see the stall owner's appearance."

He Weiran laughed, nodded and said, "Just right, I also want to see what kind of girl she is."

The two of them went outside the human wall on the third floor and the third floor, found a gap and then drilled in.Others were not happy at first, but when they saw a beautiful woman and a handsome young girl in a blink of an eye, they didn't care too much.

Jumping and jumping, finally stood in the first row, Li Kuer finally met the real girl of the stall owner.

Ah, what kind of fat girl is gluttonous... But in front of the white sail with the words "buy rice dumplings" written on it, there is a square wooden table with a plate, a pair of chopsticks, a pile of copper coins and three pieces of paper on the wooden table. There are two basins, one basin is filled with clear water, one basin is filled with rice dumplings piled up into a hill, and the other basin is also filled with rice dumplings, but they have all been disassembled and eaten.Behind the wooden table, sitting is the stall owner girl.She looks about 20 years old, with a pointed chin, fair skin and beautiful skin. She wears a blue glass hairpin and wears a water-blue smoked gauze floral skirt. With that figure, she is definitely no worse than any girl.And those slender hands were untying the ropes of a rice dumpling, so skillful that Li Kuer was dumbfounded.After a while, a zongzi was removed and placed on the plate.The stall owner picked up the chopsticks again, and separated the zongzi from the middle to reveal the meat inside. First, she put a ball of glutinous rice into her mouth, chewed for a while, and then took a small piece of meat to taste slowly. The whole process was expressionless but very focused. .The woman who sold her rice dumplings stared at her face, unable to hide her nervousness...

"Thanks, next one." The stall owner counted ten copper coins to the woman, she didn't seem to like it.The woman took the money, and walked away dejectedly with the rest of the rice dumplings.

"It seems fierce..." Li Kuer pulled He Weiran's sleeve and said in a low voice.He Weiran withdrew his gaze, looked at her and said, "It's not necessarily true. People who eat food are always different from usual when they face food."

Immediately afterwards, another woman handed over the zongzi.Li Ku'er has the impression that she sells breakfast on Dingtai Street, buns, steamed buns, cakes, zongzi, tea eggs, there are many varieties, but I have never bought from her, and I don't know how it tastes.But the group of spectators around her is different. Many of them are regular customers of this woman. When they see her selling zongzi, they become more interested. They want to know whether the zongzi I usually buy at her stall are worth it price.

The woman was thinking of taking a gamble, if the stall owner agrees, the reputation of her rice dumplings will be a hit since then, even if it increases by a few pennies, it won't be too much.

At this time, the stall owner girl has already untied the zongzi, and it is jujube zongzi. There are five or six crimson dates embedded in the crystal white glutinous rice, which is very vivid.She took a corner of the rice dumpling, wrapped a jujube in a ball of glutinous rice, and put them into her mouth together.

She chewed and chewed, then Gulu spit out a sharp date stone, then pursed her lips again, without looking at the woman, just counted ten coins to her, and said: "Thank you, please come back."

The woman was not reconciled, she frowned and refused to leave: "Is my jujube rice dumpling not good?"

The stall owner looked up at the woman, and said intently, "The texture of the glutinous rice is acceptable, but the sweetness of the red dates has not penetrated into the glutinous rice, making the glutinous rice bland and tasteless, and you didn't even remove the date pits, so it's a bit perfunctory."

The woman's expression was quite awkward, and she was speechless for a while, so she had to roll her eyes and leave.

The stall owner's eyes fell on the rice dumplings in the hands of the little girl behind.She brought the zongzi, sniffed it in front of her nose, her expression immediately collapsed, as if she had changed into a different person, and said helplessly to the little girl in front of her: "Your mother made this zongzi, she made it yesterday." I’ve been here before, and I gave her ten cents, why did a different person come here again today?”

When the little girl heard this, her face turned red.She never thought that this opportunistic trick could be seen through, and she sighed in her heart, how shameful it is, how wicked and so demonic it is!

"Oh, it's amazing."

"Really, God!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a god."

When the little girl heard that the onlookers were full of gods and gods, it was almost impossible for people to live, so she hurriedly covered her face and ran away, not even the zongzi.

Seeing her fleeing back, the girl from the stall owner sighed again, she seemed exhausted, and said to the people behind: "That's it for today, I'm going to close the stall, everyone hurry up tomorrow."

When the women in the long snake team heard this, they shook their heads and sighed, and complained a lot.

The stall owner girl was quite free and easy, she took the money and left the stall, and left with the wooden basin full of rice dumplings.

He Weiran and Li Kuer looked at each other, wanting to follow them.Li Kuer thought that He Weiran had the same thoughts as her, and thought that she was also a curious person, so he couldn't tell.

The stall owner's girl was holding the pot of rice dumplings, her face was full of joy, and it was still the ice cube face that had just picked a fault.She went round and round but walked like flying, walked through several alleys and walked through several streets, and did not stop until she reached a small secluded bamboo forest.

Li Ku'er was so tired from following, she held on to the tree trunk by the side of the road and gasped for breath: "Why are you so fast, is the stall owner a rabbit?"

He Weiran was fine, he looked at the stall owner girl in the small bamboo forest from a distance, but saw her sitting on the ground, cross-legged, taking out the zongzi one by one from the wooden basin, I don't know why, one pile after another Pile up and divide well, and then eat, eat with great enjoyment.

Li Kuer managed to catch her breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then raised her eyes, and saw the stall owner girl sitting on a pile of withered bamboo leaves, eating rice dumplings one after another, and she was going to be silly again. up...

"This is too tasty..." Li Kuer couldn't help muttering, she didn't want the stall owner's hearing to be amazing, she immediately noticed it, turned her head, and frowned tightly, as if she was unhappy , but the bulging of the cheeks stuffed with zongzi suddenly made people feel that the matter was not so serious.

"What do you do watching others eat?" The stall owner swallowed the rice dumplings in her mouth, complained, then moved her body, and continued to eat with her back facing them.

Seeing her like this, He Wuran raised the corners of her mouth, raised her chin and said to the stall owner: "Is your name A Yan?"

The stall owner paused, stood up, turned around, looked at He Weiran warily and said, "Who are you? How do you know me?"

"Sure enough, it's Lord River God." He Weiran smiled even more happily, and continued: "I'm just a little cook, and I still have some confidence in my cooking skills. I don't know if Lord River God has any. Interested in trying the zongzi I made next."

"Cook?" The stall owner's girl...ah no...it's the river god Ayan, she looked at He Weiran with disbelief, and what she didn't believe was her identity as a cook.

At first, Li Kuer was a little surprised when He Weiran asked her if her name was A Yan, and thought the two were old acquaintances, but the subsequent conversation was simply unreasonable... River God?Is there really a river god in this world?But no matter what, Li Kuer felt that the most important thing to do now was to maintain He Weiran's "cook's dignity", so he hurriedly said: "My sister He cooks delicious dishes, and there is no one in the whole town who can cook better than her." alright."

She also insisted on not believing in the banquet of the river god Ah Banyan, arguing with her, but he was quite honest, looked at Li Kuer and asked, "Is it really delicious? Is it delicious to make zongzi? Is it the best zongzi in this town?" "

"Yes!" Li Kuer said this with a guilty conscience. In fact, He Weiran had never given her zongzi at all, and she didn't know what kind of zongzi made by other houses in the town, so she could say so forcefully. These two words are all based on the trust and admiration for He Weiran's craftsmanship.

He Weiran is always modest, she stroked the broken hair by her ears, and said: "For food, people in the industry are loyal to list rules and regulations to define what is delicious. In fact, there is a prerequisite, that is, whether the tastes are compatible. I do Zongzi, year after year, has been sung by thousands of people, but there are many people who don't like it, I just don't know if the taste of Lord River God can be matched with the rice dumplings I made."

Hearing her words, Ah Yan, the god of the river, keenly grasped the phrase "thousands of people have sung well", thinking that although he didn't know the purpose of this person, where did the loss come from eating her two rice dumplings? It's delicious, but you should earn it yourself.

Thinking of this, she also let go, and said: "Okay, I promise, I will try the zongzi you made."

He Weiran nodded: "Then it's settled. Tomorrow night at [-]:[-] pm, Lord River God will be invited to the back kitchen of King Qiao's Mansion at the east entrance of Qingqiu Lane."

"Well, I hope you won't disappoint me."

The two of them bid farewell to the God of the River, and continued shopping for vegetables with their baskets in hand.On the way, Li Kuer asked He Weiran: "Sister He, how do you know that person is the river god?"

He Weiran said: "There is such a little-known legend--there is a feast of the god of the river on the water of the Xianhe River, where rice dumplings are delicious, and he often turns into a mortal and goes to the market to buy rice dumplings. Wen, the best don’t spare money, it’s really the best rice dumpling in ancient and modern times.”