[Comprehensive Martial Arts] What does the hero eat today?

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Rescuing Leng Xue was an episode for He Jiuli. After Leng Xue left, she didn't stay in that wooden house for long, and entered Bianjing City that night.

Bianjing is the capital of this dynasty, under the feet of the emperor, so it is naturally different from other places.The streets are clean and spacious, and there is no curfew after nightfall. Because of the dotted lights, it is more lively and smokey than during the day.

The Bian River flows through the city. This river is a canal, and cargo ships are moored every day to transport fresh fruits and vegetables from all over the country to Bianjing.

The Bian River is clear, and He Jiuli can smell the humidity and steam when he walks by the river. It's not as cold as Lanzhou here, so it's very comfortable to walk here at night.

Along the silvery Bian River, there are small stalls selling along the street on both sides of the bank. Pedestrians in twos and threes are tired from walking, so they stop to rest, eat a bowl of street food, and hang out with relatives and friends. laughing.

Whether it is ancient or modern, popular places always make people feel at ease.He Jiuli still remembers that when he was in the 21st century, he didn't really like to go out. He wanted to stay at home all day. Now that he came to this new world, he wanted to hang out every day.

She conveniently bought a fried glutinous rice balls to eat.

Everyone has eaten the boiled glutinous rice balls, but the fried glutinous rice balls have a special taste.

Some shops are not good at craftsmanship, and the surface of the fried glutinous rice balls will be cracked, and even the fillings inside may be exposed. The owner of this stall is very skilled. , with a golden color on the surface.

Although there is no smell, it is easy to whet the appetite.

The heat of the glutinous rice balls spread along the wall of the bowl to He Jiuli's palm. She lowered her head, picked up a fried glutinous rice ball, and took a light bite.

After the glutinous rice skin is fried, the taste is very wonderful, it seems to be a little tightened, and it has a little bit of a gelatinous texture, which is very sticky to the teeth.The thick stuffing was boiling hot, and it flowed into He Jiuli's mouth with this mouthful.

The black sesame filling is a bit rusty, with a strong sesame aroma, and sugar is put in it, which neutralizes the tasteless glutinous rice skin, which is a kind of sweet taste just right.

Baton!

She squinted her eyes and asked the boss in front of the frying pan, "Is there lard?"

The boss was taken aback, and looked at the woman in front of him in surprise.

She is white and clean, and she is wearing clothes that are very expensive at first glance. She looks like she is not touching the spring water with her fingers, but she is a knowledgeable person!

So he praised: "The girl's tongue is really good!"

This compliment made He Jiuli very useful. She waved her hand and said "absurd praise".

It is no secret that lard is fragrant.

People in Suzhou will eat lard rose cake in winter. This cake is made of glutinous rice and japonica rice. Rose sauce is added, and red yeast rice is used to enhance the color. A large piece of lard is stuffed in the middle of the cake.Buy it warm and take it home, take a bite, it is soft and glutinous, and there is a faint rose fragrance between your mouth and mouth.

You can also wait for it to cool naturally, wrap it in egg wash and fry it in a pan.The egg skin is golden and crisp, and the inside is glutinous, which is really rare and delicious.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic again.

After the inn opens, you must take the time to make some rose sauce, maybe you can use rose sauce to wrap glutinous rice balls, soaking it in water is also good.

He Jiuli thought.

Since we are going to open an inn, we will naturally provide food and beverages, so we have the right to do market research today.

Idlers have their own happiness, He Jiuli walked along the bank of the Bian River, and ate another steamed rice in a bamboo tube.

This steamed rice is also very particular. The rice is mixed with dried bamboo shoots, diced mushrooms and diced meat and steamed in a bamboo tube. The steamed rice will naturally have a fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the dried bamboo shoots will naturally have a salty taste. , Shiitake mushrooms are very fresh, and they taste delicious.

The rice should be soaked in the water used to soak the dried shiitake mushrooms, so that the aroma can permeate every grain of rice.

Also great.

Standing in front of the stall, she couldn't help letting out a comfortable sigh.

A young man in blue clothes seemed to be a loyal fan of this stall. When he approached, He Jiuli smelled a warm fragrance of bamboo leaves, and she couldn't help but look up.

This man is very young, and he is also very handsome. He has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, warm eyes, and he is also very tall.Although He Jiuli was considered tall among women, when he stood beside him, he felt very petite.

Although his temperament is as gentle as jade, but there is a sword hanging on his waist, so he is also a warrior.

He took out five Wen coins from his sleeve, and said to the boss, "Excuse me, a steamed rice in a bamboo tube."

But the boss was very embarrassed and said: "Oh, Mr. Zhan, I'm so sorry, the last steamed rice was just bought by this girl. Look, why don't you change it to something else?"

The man lowered his eyes to look at He Jiuli, just in time to meet He Jiuli's probing eyes.

He froze for a moment, raised his lips and smiled, cupped his hands towards He Jiuli, and said to the boss: "It's okay, let's use bamboo leaves to steam glutinous rice cakes instead."

I am very obsessed with the taste of bamboo.

He Jiuli asked very familiarly: "Is this glutinous rice cake steamed with bamboo leaves delicious?"

Ordinary little girls are as thin-skinned as anything, and it is impossible to strike up a conversation with a man, but He Jiuli is very bold, but seeing that he is really handsome, he insists on saying a few words.

The man smiled slightly and said: "This cake is made from pounded glutinous rice into mud, wrapped in bamboo leaves and steamed in a pot, it tastes lightly fragrant, but the taste of this thing is very light, if the girl wants it, it is best So I can ask the master for a bowl of brown syrup."

But He Jiuli disagreed with his statement, and only said: "The brown syrup has a strong taste, if you eat it like this, won't it cover up the aroma of the cake itself?"

The man was slightly stunned, and then smiled again: "Young lady is a foodie, I don't know how to do this, I just talk nonsense, I hope you don't take it to heart."

While talking, the steamed cake was out of the pot. When the pot was turned on, white steam rushed out instantly, with hot air curling up, and a refreshing fragrance. The boss squeezed out a cake , wrapped it in oiled paper, handed it to the man, and warned: "Master Zhan, be careful of burning."

The "Master Zhan" smiled and said, "Please trouble me, old man."

Then he turned his head and said to He Jiuli: "Then I will take my leave first."

He Jiuli suddenly said: "Honour, wait a moment."

The man stood still, tilted his head and waited for her to speak.

He Jiuli thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "This cake is hard to swallow if eaten dry. If you ask me, it would be very good with some sweet water from boiled corn."

As she spoke, she pointed to a stall that cooked corn not far away.

Mr. Zhan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly smiled, he was already very good-looking, this smile only made people feel radiant and earth-shattering.

He arched his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, miss."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry. After walking a few steps, he actually stopped in front of the corn stall and begged for a bowl of corn water with the owner.

He Jiuli stared at his back thoughtfully.

Seeing this, the old man selling steamed rice knew it very well.

Mr. Zhan is so kind, if any young lady sees her, she can't help but secretly agree with her!

He suddenly smiled and said, "Miss, do you think we are good Mrs. Zhan?"

He Jiuli asked: "Who is he? Is he an official?"

The old man said: "I'm afraid the girl is not from other places!"

He Jiuli said, "Is this Mr. Zhan so famous that every Bianjing person knows him?"

The old man said: "That's not it!"

He smiled and said: "My lord Zhan's surname is Zhan Zhao and his name is Xiong Fei. He is a fourth-rank royal guard with a knife. The official Jinkou personally bestowed the title of "Royal Cat" to let him eradicate all the rats in the world. Now he is serving I have just turned 25 this year under the guidance of Mr. Bao in Kaifeng Prefecture."

He does know a lot about people.

The old man paused for a moment, then changed into a very gossiping tone, and said again: "Master Zhan has a gentle temperament and is a celebrity in front of the imperial court. Such a good man has not been engaged until now, it is not us The sweet pastry in the eyes of girls from Bianjing, well, two days ago, I was forced to marry by a Jianghu heroine, and I ran for three streets before I got rid of it! Girl, if you are interested in Mr. Zhan, then you have a lot of work Heck! My steamed rice in bamboo tubes here is because Mr. Zhan often patronizes, and the business is booming for all ages!"

He Jiuli: "..."

Well, it was said to be a royal cat, but it turned out to be a beckoning cat.

So that is to say, if he can often come to the door of his inn to sneak in, all the girls in Bianjing City will run to her shop?

He Jiuli fell into deep thought.

While thinking, he walked forward again, and after walking half a street, he realized that his genius-like idea had long been thought of by the wise working people. The store directly wrote on the signboard "recommendation by Master Zhan", "Master Zhan will be silent after eating it, and Fourth Master Leng will cry after eating it" and so on.

He Jiuli: "..."

There are some problems with this plan, which will be discussed later.

After walking for a while, I saw a deworming booth. The owner of the stall was a scholar who set up a broken table at the corner of the street. He sat behind the table and shook his head with his eyes closed.

There was a sign in front of him, on which it was written profusely: If the cockroaches don't die, I will die.

He Jiuli: "..."

Are the people of Bianjing so humorous?