The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Modern Kaifeng Xiaolong soup dumplings are very famous. People who travel to Kaifeng must eat them. The biggest feature is that the skin is thin and the stuffing is rich, and the soup is delicious and not greasy. Wanglou Cave Plum Blossom Steamed Buns with the title of "No. [-]".

During this period, Wang Lou’s steamed buns were still big, not small, so they couldn’t be called small steamed buns.It is worth mentioning that the steamed buns at this time also have various fillings, and the soup-filled buns can also be called soup-filled steamed buns.

Yun Yanhui brought Zhao Yunchu to the booth of the No. [-] bun shop in Tokyo, took a plate of buns, and told them to send the rest to Zheng Ping at her home.

Zhao Yunchu was holding the plate, and picked up a soup dumpling. Although the skin of this steamed stuffed bun is thin, it will not leak the soup. It is a test of the chef's skill in making it.

As soon as he bit down, the skin of the bun was torn open, and the thick soup flowed into his mouth, which scalded his tongue, but he could bear it.With this small mouthful, he sucked up the soup, and Zhao Yunchu ate the remaining skin stuffing in a few mouthfuls.

Zhao Yunchu's etiquette is very good, even if he eats soup dumplings, he doesn't rub a bit of oil on his mouth.

"Brother Yan, you can eat too."

Yun Yanhui has never received that kind of training, but he also has his own method, he took out a reed tube from his arms, inserted it into the pleats of the steamed stuffed bun, then sucked up the soup under Zhao Yunchu's dazed gaze, and wiped it. Rub the reed tube and put it back in your arms.

"Ahhh, I want it too!" Zhao Yunchu rushed towards Yunyan.

"Be careful with buns!" Yun Yan put one hand in front of her chest, resisting Zhao Yunchu, "I'll give it to you, don't get excited."

He took out the reed tube and handed it to Zhao Yunchu.

Zhao Yunchu took a look at the reed tube, and continued to eat soup dumplings with it.

"Don't eat too much, it's almost enough, and I won't have stomach to eat other things later." Yunyan reminded, "The food festival will be held for a few days, but even if you try a little every day, you may not be able to try everything. once."

Yun Yan was afraid that Zhao Yunchu would be too tired, so she bought another bowl of lychee cream for him.Holding the bowl in his hands, Zhao Yunchu followed Yun Yanhui all the way, and saw Yun Yanhui pointing out the delicacies, eloquently describing the characteristics of various delicacies, if anyone is interested, just buy and eat.

Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, have you eaten all of these?"

"Not all of them, most of them. I haven't eaten the rest, but I have listened to the introduction and learned a little bit." Yunyan Huiguang bought it for Zhao Yunchu, but he hasn't bought it yet. He is already very busy with the food festival dishes these days. Now that I have the resistance, I won’t overeat, and I know a lot about it, so I just pick a few tried and liked ones and just eat it.

After Zhao Yunchu ate seven or eight kinds of sweets, Yun Yan didn't allow him to eat them when he returned home, so he bought a bowl of water rice—that is, rice porridge, porridge, with finely chopped chicken shreds and green onions in it, and told him to eat it , just rest for now.

Zhao Yunchu ate too much sweets, and after two mouthfuls of watery rice, he said coquettishly: "It's a bit bland, I can't eat it."

Yun Yan looked back and told him to wait, and went to buy a portion of Shixiang melon and eggplant, which is a pickled side dish that goes well with meals.

Although it is a side dish and looks ugly, it takes a lot of work for the store to make it.

After the vegetable melon is cut into small pieces or strips, coated with salt and dried in the sun, it is cut with shredded ginger and sword beans, with pepper, dried basil, tangerine peel, coriander, fennel, licorice, almonds, sand Soak kernels and other auxiliary materials together in the boiled and cold sweet and sour material, and seal it for ten days before it can be counted, and it can be left for a long time without spoiling.

With its many materials and complicated process, it really deserves the word "ten incense".

Zhao Yunchu ate up all the water and rice with this ten-scented melon and eggplant.

Yun Yan was not hungry yet, so she ate eight-treasure mushroom soup and a few stuffed sausages.

"Eating too much at one time will make you tired. Go take a rest now and fight again." Yun Yan took Zhao Yunchu to the main stage. There were so many people here that there were no seats. Zhao Yunchu sat down for the first time.

On the stage, the prostitutes are holding lifelike fake lotus flowers and singing slow songs.

Yunyan came back to admire slowly, and suddenly saw a figure, and saw that it was not the person he had invited to deliver the soup dumpling earlier, why was he carrying the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, so he stopped and asked.

The man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yun Yan returning, "Ling Tang is not at home."

Why are you not at home?Yunyan took back the cold soup dumplings.

Zhao Yunchu asked curiously: "Brother Yan, I didn't even ask, why didn't your mother come to the food festival? And Shuangyi and Xiaobao?"

Yun Yan replied: "Shuangyi and Xiaobao are interns in the security team and the medical team respectively, and I have to be on call at any time. My mother said that she would go shopping with us on the last day, and it would be easier then."

So he thought that Zheng Ping must be resting at home, but he didn't expect to go out. It wasn't him bragging today, everyone basically came to Daxiangguo Temple, what fun is there in other places.

When Yun Yan returned, he thought in his heart, who knows where Zheng Ping and his female friends have gone again, he gave the remaining soup dumplings to a nephew, and asked to eat it hot, and he turned his feet up and Take a break.

When the sun was at its peak, I went to hide in the Buddhist temple. After noon, I came out to eat the second round, especially some fresh fruit.

In order to attract customers, those who sell fresh fruits pick out the most beautiful fruits, pile them up like pagodas, and put different sugar figurines on them, and you can see the pointed fruits from a long distance. Extremely eye-catching.

The people in the temple may have changed several times, and of course some, like Yun Yanhui, insisted on resting and digesting here before fighting.

After Yunyan brought Zhao Yunchu back and ate another dish, he went to Yuntang, which is one of the monk's houses, and the terrain is relatively high.

Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, what are we doing here?"

"Look for Zheng Ling, he is painting here today." Yun Yan looked back, looking for Zheng Ling's figure.

"Painting? What kind of painting?" Zhao Yunchu didn't know this at all, he didn't even know that Zheng Ling could paint.

"It's the bustling scene today. I asked him to draw the food festival." Yun Yan replied, "He should be here. I told him before. It's quiet here and the sight line is good."

Not long after, the two found Zheng Ling. There were many sheets of paper on his desk, all of which were scribbled sketches, which depicted the expressions and movements of various vendors and pedestrians in a few strokes, all of which were observed by Zheng Ling.

Now he was holding his chin in a daze, and when he saw Yunyan came back, he scratched his head, "Brother Yan."

Yun Yan replied: "Are you resting or just being lazy?"

"I'm thinking about it," Zheng Ling said. "I walked around the food festival and made some drafts. Now I have to think about the overall layout. I hope to have an idea before the food festival ends."

"Work hard." Yun Yan patted him on the shoulder back, "Then remember to add easter eggs."

"What... Easter eggs." Zheng Ling has long been used to it, and Yun Yanhui always comes up with some words that he probably created himself. Some of them can be understood literally, and they feel quite appropriate, but some are touching. Lost my mind.

Yunyan replied: "Oh, what I mean is, do you remember to add us in the painting, me, Master Zhiran, my mother, Shuangyi, Xiaobao, Abbot..." He saw Zhao Yunchu staring at him, and then He added, "And Yunchu, you must be able to capture our expressions and condense them in the small space in the canvas, right?"

"It's okay..." Zheng Ling murmured, "Then shall I add my whole family?"

Yun Yan replied: "...just as long as you are happy."

"Really, it's a good idea!" Zheng Ling's eyes lit up, "I scattered everyone and distributed them all over such a large canvas, and after the painting is finished, you can come and find out where you are!"

Yun Yan didn't expect that after clicking Zheng Ling, he could still think of this way of playing, and praised: "Very good, this is very innovative."

Zheng Ling looked at the canvas happily, and began to think about how everyone would find their own appearance in the vast crowd.

"I didn't expect you could really draw." Zhao Yunchu read aloud.

Zheng Ling said unhappily: "Why, can't I be a little bit better?"

Zhao Yunchu snorted, but didn't speak.

"This kid is really annoying." Zheng Ling deliberately didn't point at him, but said back to Yun Yan.

Zhao Yunchu was angry at the time, and went to pull Yunyan back by the sleeve.

Yun Yan didn't want to stand in line when she came back, so she deliberately stepped out of the way and said pretendingly: "Oh, look over there, I didn't expect that there are so many people invited to our food festival for a date."

The place he pointed to was specially arranged, with many flowers adorning the stalls, just to attract lovers.

However, it was originally to divert attention, but Yun Yanhui saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He wanted to shout, but the next moment he realized that this person was not alone, not far or near. A middle-aged man, the two talked softly.

Yun Yan's eyes widened when she turned around, because it was none other than his own mother Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping's figure is very familiar to Yun Yanhui, even though she is holding a silk fan to half cover her face, Yun Yanhui can still recognize Zheng Ping just by looking at her figure.

The middle-aged man next to him was tall and powerful, his face was too far away to see clearly, but his facial features were vaguely correct.At this time, the two stopped. The man bought a snack and gave it to Zheng Ping first. Zheng Ping politely squatted down and gave in before taking it.

But no matter how polite you are, you can tell that the atmosphere is extraordinary. If Yun Yanhui's guess is correct... Which god helped, Zheng Ping is actually willing to go on a blind date!

Yun Yanhui decided to pretend that she didn't know for the time being, so as not to embarrass Zheng Ping.Seeing that Zheng Ping had hope to get out of the shadow of losing her husband, he was very happy.

"Brother Yan, what are you looking at?" Zhao Yunchu asked curiously.

"It's nothing, look at the people on the street, it's lively." Yun Yan replied casually.

"What's so interesting about that..." Zhao Yunchu went to look at it himself, but couldn't see anything.

Yun Yan smiled suddenly, "Why is there nothing to see? You don't even know how beautiful it is, it's like a dream."

Yun Yanhui came back here after thousands of years. When he faced Bianliang, he was always filled with inexplicable emotions that others could not understand. This was a dreamlike experience, allowing him to witness everything in front of him.

The sun shines on the glazed tiles of the Daxiangguo Temple, reflecting the bright light, the colorful buildings are full of joy, the flowers are blooming like brocades, and the tourists are crowded with each other, shuttling between the row upon row of stalls...

This is a prosperous and beautiful era, a picture-worthy market in the Song Dynasty.