debt repayment

Han City deserves to be one of the largest cities in Zhaohui Kingdom.Other cities are quiet when it gets dark, but the night market ten miles west of Hancheng is the busiest. The river of lights is as bright as daytime.

Vendors along the street push their carts and hang up oil lamps or paper lanterns for lighting.

Next to the night market is Hualiu Lane. The singing of Yingying and Yanyan is accompanied by soft and soft string music, which melts into the orange light and the fragrance that is as charming as a girl's tender hands.

The aroma of sweet, sour and spicy snacks floats in the night market, as well as the mellow and rich aroma of wine.

Quan Ying held Song Hui'an's hand, walked and ate all the way.The two drank dozens of porridge in a row in the mountains and fields, and finally came across delicious snacks, how could they miss it?The human form transformed by peach wood does not need to eat at all, once the food passes through the tongue and enters the throat and stomach, the user of the human form has no feeling, and can eat as much as he wants without fear of bursting his stomach.

Mung bean soft crisps, sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, glutinous rice and red bean paste balls...the folk snacks that the people love, both in taste and style, are very different from the era when Song Hui'an was alive thousands of years ago.

Song Hui'an called the plum pies on the hawker stalls steamed cakes, which made a joke.

The peddler said: "My lord, the steamed cakes with white stuffing were made a hundred and eight years ago. You can find this stuff in the countryside if you can't afford it. Tell me, who sells it on the street now? If you want to eat it, it's called your own stove." It’s just steamed in a pot. Every family in the city has rice and every family has firewood. Isn’t what we sell are fillings with secret recipes? Don’t talk about me, other stalls don’t have to sell steamed cakes. Give up. "

Seeing that this handsome and handsome young man is not ordinary, he guessed that Song Hui'an is a nobleman who doesn't understand these small street businesses. The biscuits are much more delicious, if you don’t have taboos, why don’t you buy a piece and try it?”

Song Hui'an's cheeks were slightly hot.When he was a human being, he was used to being proud and arrogant, but when he was a ghost, he wanted to make fun of the street peddler. Even though the peddler had no malicious intentions, it still hit him at the root of the gap between him and the world.

The blushing young man in white neither beat nor scolded the peddler, so he could only turn around and leave quickly.

"Oh, brother bamboo, brother bamboo!"

Quan Ying shook his head, asked the peddler to make a hot plum pie, threw away two copper coins, wrapped the oiled paper in his arms, and hurried to catch up.

"Brother Zhu! Don't worry about it," Xiaodaotong coaxed him softly, "Ordinary people don't know that you are extravagant, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

As he said, he stuffed the plum pie in his arms into Song Hui'an's hands, and said softly: "I smell this cake is very fragrant, why don't you eat it, and throw it away if it doesn't taste good."

Song Hui'an gave an "um", because he was still angry about Cai Cai's affairs, and he was quite prejudiced against this cake.

I don’t want the white skin on the outside of this cake to be tender and sticky, but the plum stuffing inside is refreshing and sweet. The pulp is crushed into pieces, soaked in the sauce is delicate and smooth, and it melts in the mouth, giving birth to endless deliciousness between the lips and tongue. taste.

Quan Ying saw his slightly frowning brows relax, and knew that he had calmed down, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Hui'an ate a few mouthfuls, then handed him the oil-paper bag, and said, "Try it too."

Since they got out of the ruins, they ate and lived together along the way, but they shared everything like this.Quan Ying offered good things to cheer him up like a treasure, and he was also thinking about Quan Ying, so he left half of it for him.

Seeing Song Hui'an put herself in his heart, Quan Ying's heart blossomed.Song Hui'an was a very picky person during his lifetime. He was used to being in a high position, and even communicated with others with a sense of alienation from the superior. arrogant.

When Song Hui'an was not crazy before his death, he only treated his compatriots and brothers like this.

Song Hui'an really treated him well.

Although this sincerity will disappear with the disappearance of "Song Hui'an" when Shen Xing's sword and sword spirit return, he still keeps this kindness in his heart, guarding this cup of bitter water with sugar, waiting It drains.

Seeing the little boy eating the cake, his face became rounder, Song Hui'an couldn't help laughing and said, "You look like the porcelain dolls sold in the store."

"Brother Zhu, I'm a wooden doll."

Song Hui'an pursed his lips: "I prefer porcelain."

"You don't want me anymore? That's right. Wooden dolls are not as cute and tender as porcelain dolls. It's because I'm not likable enough."

Quan Ying pulled up his sleeves, pretending to go to the stall specializing in small items.

"Good brother, before you throw me away, I'll help you pick out a good-looking porcelain doll, you recognize it as your younger brother!"

He stepped like a kitten, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't really want to leave. Song Hui'an smiled and wrapped Xiaodaotong back into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, I will recognize you as a younger brother."

Quan Ying didn't look back at him, but pretended to be angry and said, "Then you go and buy a silver baby or a gold baby."

"You're big, Jin! I don't know if you're teasing me," Song Hui'an scolded with a smile, rubbing his hair, "You love acting so much, why don't you want me to set up a stage for you?" He really loved this cute, clever and clever The younger brother who loves to play, laughs like a bell.

Quan Ying was almost melted by the tenderness and pampering of his words. In order to hide his red ears, he quickly turned his head back, smiled and kissed Song Hui'an on the cheek, and then Like a soft ball, she buried her face in his arms.

Song Hui'an's bosom smelled very pleasant, light and fresh.This is a fake body made of a tree, but he doesn't have one.

"No, I'll just act for you, don't need a stage!"

Song Hui'an narrowed his eyes slightly with a smile, and forgot to wipe the saliva left on his face by Xiaodaotong just now.

"You, just shake your wits, you..."

The two squatted in a corner of the night market and whispered a few words before returning to the street to play.After walking a few steps, I saw a dim sum stall on the street surrounded by people with three floors inside and three floors outside.Diners, including monks from Xianmen, crowded together, waiting for the food being cooked at the stall to come out.

The stall owner clamped the large pan with long iron tongs and turned it over an open flame.As the wind blows, a smell of meat wrapped in shallots tickles everyone's nostrils and stomachs.Song Hui felt relieved that there were so many people in the front row of this stall, and the snacks had a very good reputation, so he hurried forward to ask what they were selling.

The monks in line replied: "Fried buns."

Song Hui'an stood there for a moment, as if he was connecting the "fried bun" with what he remembered.His face was full of joy, like a wanderer who had finally met his father and fellow villagers, and asked with joy: "Amu, do you want to try it?"

"it is good."

On this end, Quan Ying couldn't help thinking about what Song Hui'an understood as fried buns - all the good things he had eaten were gone, and the white flour steamed buns sent to him could be turned into flowers.

After a while, the stall owner turned off the fire and moved the pan aside.Lift the lid of the pot, and the boiling oil swirls around the golden snacks in the pot, bursting out golden oily flowers.The aroma is tangy.

A group of people scrambled to throw the copper coins on the stall, and they took the oil paper and asked the boss to pack fried buns for themselves, and it was not too hot.Quan Ying couldn't bear to be burned by Song Hui'an, so she rushed to the front with her small hands, looking pitiful and tenacious.

"My lord, use it slowly!"

Quickly, he poured a spoonful of balsamic vinegar and hot pepper on the fried buns, quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and brought six fried buns to Song Hui'an: "Brother Zhu, eat."

"Thank you, Ah Mu is such a good boy."

Song Hui'an took a thin bamboo stick, carefully picked up a fried bun, and put the other hand underneath it, for fear that it would fall.

He blew several breaths on the steamed stuffed bun before bringing it to Quan Ying's mouth.This Quan Ying was also carrying a fried bun, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah—"

Quan Ying wrapped the first fried bun in one bite.The fried crispy skin is broken in the mouth, the meat juice hidden in the fresh meat filling overflows the mouth, the triple invasion of the skin, tender meat, and soup is wonderful, the sesame and green onion are small, but the taste is full, the vinegar is sour and sweet The fresh numbness of spicy peppers is just right, making people so happy that they can't find North for a while.

He looked up at Song Hui'an, only to see Song Hui'an chewing on fried buns with suspicion and disappointment on his face.

Alarm bells rang in Quan Ying's heart, and she hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, what's the matter, isn't it delicious?"

"..."

Song Hui'an swallowed what was in his mouth, and wondered, "Why is there no Yulu River shrimp here? Honey pine nuts, dried shiitake mushrooms, fried chicken oil eggplant, cloud silk bean curd, crab paste, roasted cloud legs, pigeon egg yolk, beef and sheep There is no venison at all, only pork stuffing, and I said why it only smells like pork. This is different from what I have eaten before. Isn’t it fried buns?”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the remaining four golden packets, unbelievable: "The man said just now that this is fried buns, isn't fried buns just fried puff pastry with thirteen fresh delicacies?"

Hearing him fluently report the names of court dishes, Quan Ying only said, "Perhaps the folks don't have so many ingredients."

Song Hui'an insisted: "Then it can't be called fried buns."

The one you eat is a special offering in the palace!

"Or, we call it fried pork buns, no no no, fried garbage buns."

"...that's fine too." Song Hui'an lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

He only heard him muttering: "It turns out to be like this."

He had never been out of the palace when he was alive, and everything outside was very fresh to him.When the first emperor was alive, he built a folk street in the palace, and the eunuchs and maids pretended to be traders and tourists for the royal family to play and experience the lives of the common people.

In my memory, the little gold circles in the oil pan in Minjie are not something that ordinary people can eat.

In the end, he still hasn't walked out of the dusty palace of past love and hatred.

...Speaking of which, even if what happened to him later was one ten thousandth better than that of ordinary people, it was something he dared not ask for extravagantly.

Seeing that he fell into memories again, Quan Ying hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, let's go further in. Don't be sad."

As he spoke, he moved his little face closer and kissed each of Song Hui'an's left and right cheeks.

"Don't be sad, there is still a lot of fun in it. You are not happy, and I am not happy. It is still early, let's go around again."

Song Hui'an nodded, and Ren Xiaodaotong led him into the depths of the night market.

[The author has something to say: Chapter of Pure Relationship Improvement

Sand Sculpture Daily of True Sand Sculpture Brothers

Your Majesty, this kid clone probably has no chance to develop socialist brotherhood

Can you look forward to restoring the real body and growing up, etc. legal? ? ? 】