Sesame Green Bean Garlic

Huo Zian became interested in biscuits, "Yu Liangchen, are the biscuits in Beijing really that delicious? Take me to eat!"

So the two put on their clothes and got into the chessboard-like street together.In fact, Yu Liangchen doesn't like sesame seed cakes that much, he really doesn't care about eating, as long as it can fill his stomach.But since Zian said he was going, he took him to several familiar shops.

The two ate together, the original flavor and pretzel-flavored sesame seed cakes, donkey meat fire, sesame sauce sugar cakes, mutton pies... These old shops are indeed unique, some cakes are crispy and fragrant, and the scum will fall off when you bite; The stuffing is very delicious, and the gravy is plump; the sesame sauce sugar cake is sweet and rich, and people can't stop eating it bite by bite.

This is the most friendly food in Beijing. It is sweet and oily, and salty and fresh. It has a very distinctive personality.Huo Zian has been in Beijing for more than a month. At first he was depressed, but later he was too busy. This is the first time he has gone out to look for food and come into contact with the most down-to-earth food in Beijing.

"Sugar fire, how many?" asked the old man selling cakes.

"One," Zi'an said.

The old man looked up at Huo Zian and You Liangchen, and repeated uncertainly: "Just one?"

Huo Zian took the warm cake, took only one bite, and gave it to You Liangchen.He really just wanted a bite.Huo Zian has a problem. He has an excessive desire to protect his tongue. He usually doesn't eat strong food easily.He believes that chefs should not damage the taste buds, and must always protect the sensitivity of the tongue, and should not be spoiled by heavily seasoned food.

You Liangchen is also a bachelor, if Huo Zian gives it to him, he will eat it.After taking two bites, Huo Zian came over again, took a bite, and thought while chewing.

The old man stared straight at him. It was the first time he saw two tall and burly men sharing a piece of sugar and fire.He couldn't see it, and called out: "Young man, come here, can two people be full with one fire? Here, let's eat it!" He made a fire for them.

Zi'an smiled and said, "Thank you, we are not hungry. Your fire is delicious and has a different fragrance. Did you add black sesame paste?"

The old man was a little surprised. Brown sugar and sesame paste are usually used for sugar fire, but he was ingenious and added some black sesame paste to enhance the aroma. The amount was not much, and it was eaten in one bite.He has been cooking fire for more than [-] years, and he feels that it is necessary to maintain the dignity of "authentic and authentic". Although adding black sesame paste is not a trick, he still thinks it is somewhat heretical, so he explains embarrassingly: "These years Ah, the sesame paste is becoming more and more tasteless, regular customers don’t like it, so they have no choice but to add something else. This black sesame paste is also ground by ourselves, and it takes a lot of trouble.”

Zi Anxin felt the same way. What bothered him the most was the ingredients in Beijing. "Although black sesame is fragrant, the aftertaste will be a bit bitter. You can add some honey to make the taste more mellow. Otherwise, walnut sauce is also good. The nuts are more fragrant and the color is also beautiful." He advised the old man.

The old man stared at Huo Zian, wondering why the two of them suddenly entered into the culinary exchange.And walnut sauce?He only knows that walnuts can be used to make walnut crisps, walnut cheese, and to make sugar fire?Doesn't this mean that my tricycle is out of gas, and I sneaked into the neighbor's yard to take away the pump!

He shook his head and pointed to the "authentic Hong Kong-style egg waffle" next to him, "adding these messy ones, what's the difference from that store."

Huo Zian turned his gaze to the stall next to him, and saw many young people queuing up.Egg waffles come in more than a dozen flavors. When he glanced at the chocolate sauce, jam, and meat floss, he felt that the color was completely wrong, and he didn't know what it was made of.Looking at the old man's small shop, although there is no queue, but there are people patronizing one after another, and the business is probably not bad.

He knew that the old man would not accept his suggestion, so after a few words, it was fine.

You Liangchen saw Huo Zian smiling while walking, completely confused.He took two more mouthfuls of the sugar fire in his hand-how good does it taste, it makes him so happy?

Huo Zian felt You Liangchen's gaze, "What's wrong?"

"What are you laughing at?"

Huo Zian didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed You Liangchen's hand.

You Liangchen was startled, and subconsciously wanted to take his hand away, but Zi'an held it tightly.You Liangchen stopped struggling, and stared at Huo Zian to see what he wanted to play.

Huo Zian slowly spread out his palm and placed it flat on his own——

What Zian has been thinking about just now is that whether it is a French restaurant or street food, the problems he faces are not much different.He admired the old man's perseverance, but what made him even more happy was that even a traditional small shop would stealthily open a hole to adapt to changes in the external environment, and the old customers still accepted it.The so-called traditions, whether Chinese or Western, are alive and meandering forward along the curve of life.

Thinking that he was the same as the old man who sold fire, the big rock of aloofness in Zi'an's heart slowly melted away, and he felt that there were no problems that could not be solved.He felt relieved, and also discovered an interesting thing——

He held You Liangchen's palm and looked at the words tattooed on the back of each finger.At first he thought that Yu Liangchen had eighteen weapons tattooed on his body, but just now when he saw Yu Liangchen holding a burning hand, he realized that the five fingers were tattooed with "stone, head, scissors, knife, cloth".Huo Zian laughed: "What are you doing, cheating when playing with your friends?"

Without changing his expression, Yu Liangchen withdrew his hand, "None of your business."

Huo Zian also found that there was another tattoo on You Liangchen's hand, which was a full circle of dotted lines, surrounding his wrist, making him want to fold it to see if he could break it off completely.I wondered what was going on in this guy's mind.

He can't read Yu Liangchen, but he thinks he is cute, so he feels better.He draped Yu Liangchen's shoulders, looking for something to say: "How does this sugar fire taste?"

"It's still—" "Don't say it's okay."

"It's still—" "It's not allowed to say it's okay!"

You Liangchen felt that he was about to stutter, so he said helplessly, "I still have one more bite, here you are!" He directly stuffed Huo Zian, who had been bitten by the two of them, into Huo Zian's mouth.

The two of them ate Nanluo all the way, even though You Liangchen could eat so much, they felt that they couldn't hold on.

The twilight gradually surrounded the gray alley, and the lights in the store were lit up, bright white, warm yellow, cold blue, and ambiguous orange, like creatures in the loess rising up one by one.In winter, the daytime in Beijing is mostly not clear, but at night, the lights of these streets and alleys somewhat cover up the dust and make the ancient capital bright.

Sitting down in front of the small shop, You Liangchen handed Huo Zian a bottle of Arctic Ocean.Huo Zian took a sip, and the cold air rushed from his mouth to his forehead, choking his nose sorely.He looked at the orange bottle in surprise, "It's so exciting."

You Liangchen looked at him: "Have you never drank?"

"Yeah." It's been three or four years since he came back to China, and he's overwhelmed with work, so how can he have the opportunity to sit on the side of the road and drink soda?

Although he knew there were a lot of sugar and additives in it, he still drank half a bottle in one go.The taste of the orange water is regular, nothing special, but it is very strong. After eating a stomach full of greasy and heavy staple food, only the Arctic Ocean can suppress it, and it feels very refreshing.

Tonight is really out of the ordinary, Huo Zian thought.But this is Beijing, sesame paste, shortbread, mutton, soda full of coloring and sugar...

And Yu Liangchen.

You Liangchen had already drank the second bottle, and the two walked into the crowd of Nanluo while drinking.Huo Zian also found out that the girls at the canteen had to charge other customers for bottle deposits, but You Liangchen didn't.He vaguely remembered the girl's appearance, with a slapped face, round black eyes, and other facial features were blurred.Not pretty, but not ugly either.

She and You Liangchen didn't have a word, but the delivery and communication between the two were very skillful and natural.

Zi An thought, he knew another secret of You Liangchen.For some reason, he was particularly curious about You Liangchen.Maybe he regards You Liangchen as the epitome of this alley, and he wants to conquer his stomach; and You Liangchen is a person who doesn't like to express anything, and seals himself with a mask all day long, so Zian can only pay special attention to his habits and behavior , in order to figure out his preferences.

While thinking, Huo Zian asked what he wanted to know the most: "You Liangchen, you hate being a chef so much, why didn't you reject your mother?"

You Liangchen poured all the soda into his stomach in one gulp, and said lightly: "If I don't go to your place, she will get me somewhere else if she finds a chance. For me, it's the same everywhere."

Zian sighed: "How can it be the same?" Every major requires corresponding enthusiasm and talent.But speaking these words to Yu Liangchen, it is probably also playing the piano to the cow. "You have nothing to do?"

"Yes, we sell pancakes."

Huo Zian smiled, he remembered that You Liangchen was sloppy and rough in making pancakes, and he didn't seem like he really liked doing it. "You don't want to be tied up and run around. Can't you discuss this with your mother?"

Yu Liangchen didn't answer, but put the bottle lightly on the door of a canteen, and lit a cigarette.

Huo Zian asked another question: "What did you do before?"

a lot of.Aunt Kong has a wide range of people, and she once arranged for him to sell tea, houses, funds, tour guides in the Temple of Heaven, tutors... You Liangchen tried every means to get out every time.Later, I simply set up a stall outside.You Liangchen finished talking about a series of experiences, and finally said: "I haven't been home these few years, and she stopped. If I hadn't met you."

If he hadn't met Huo Zian, he might still be wandering outside. Aunt Kong wanted to tie him up, but couldn't find a suitable cage.

"Hey, can I blame this?" Zi'an smiled.He wanted to persuade You Liangchen to talk to Aunt Kong well, but after thinking about it, every family has its own way of communication, and he can't allow himself to comment.And for Aunt Kong, he was also quite afraid, she just had that kind of momentum, she would put anyone in the pot if she wanted to, put it in the pot, put it in the bowl if she put it in the bowl - unreasonable self-confidence.

"Then how are you going to get rid of me this time?" Zi'an asked enthusiastically.

You Liangchen turned to look at him and smiled slowly. "I won't run away this time, I want to stay with you until the last day."

ah!Huo Zian was dumbfounded.How did he hear the meaning of life and death?wrong!Yu Liangchen's smile is different from every time.The content of the smile this time is very complicated, a bit sly, but also relaxed and lonely.

Zian felt more and more that the closer he was to You Liangchen, the less he understood him.

The author has something to say:

After the Arctic Ocean came out of the aluminum cans, there was less steam, and it was particularly enjoyable to drink.I heard that the glass bottle is going to be discontinued, I hope it's not true.