The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 45: Beautiful painting

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 filling, and the soup is delicious and not greasy. The predecessor of this kind of dumpling is Tokyo during the Northern Song Dynasty. The plum blossom buns in Wangloushan Cave have the title of "the first in Beijing".

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

Yun Yanhui brought Zhao Yunchu to the booth of the No. 1 steamed bun shop in Tokyo, took a plate of steamed buns, and told them to send the rest to her home for Zheng Ping.

Zhao Yunchu held a plate and carried a soup dumpling. Although the skin of the dumpling was thin, it would not leak the soup. It tested the chef's skill in making it.

As soon as he took a bite, the skin of the steamed bun broke into a small mouth, and the fragrant soup flowed into his mouth, which made his tongue a little hot, but he could bear it. With this small mouthful of the soup, Zhao Yunchu ate the rest of the stuffing in a few mouthfuls.

Zhao Yunchu's etiquette is very good. Even when he eats the soup dumplings, there is no oil on his lips.

"Brother Yan, eat it too."

Yun Yanhui has never received that kind of training, but he also has his own way. He took out a reed tube from his arms, put it in the fold of the bun, and then sucked up the soup under Zhao Yunchu's stunned eyes. , then wiped the reed tube and put it back in his arms.

"Ah, ah, I want too!" Zhao Yunchu rushed towards Yun Yan back.

"Be careful with the buns!" Yun Yan put one hand in front of her chest and resisted 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 the reed tube and looked at it, and used it to continue eating soup dumplings.

"You don't want to eat too much, it's almost there, you won't be able to eat other things later." Yun Yan reminded back, "The food festival will be held for a few days, but even if you taste a little every day, you may not be able to eat it. Try everything."

Yun Yan was afraid that Zhao Yunchu would be too tired, so she bought him a bowl of lychee cream. Holding the bowl, Zhao Yunchu followed Yun Yanhui all the way, and saw Yun Yanhui pointing out the food, eloquently telling the characteristics of various food, if you are interested, just buy it and eat it.

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 she hadn't bought it herself. He's already very resistant, he doesn't want to eat haise, and he knows it well, so he just picks a few things he likes and eats them.

After Zhao Yunchu had eaten seven or eight kinds of sweets again, Yunyan refused to allow him to eat them, and went to buy a bowl of water rice—that is, porridge, porridge, with finely shredded chicken and green onion in it. He ate and rested for the time being.

Zhao Yunchu ate a lot of sweets, and after two mouthfuls of watery rice, he said coquettishly, "It's a little lighter, I can't eat it anymore."

Yunyan looked back, told him to stay, and went to buy a ten-cantaloupe eggplant, which is a pickled side dish for the ultimate meal.

Although it's a side dish, it's not very attractive, but it takes time for the store to make it.

This vegetable melon is cut into small pieces or strips, coated with salt and sun-dried, then cut together with shredded **** and concanava, plus pepper, dried basil, dried tangerine peel, coriander, cumin, licorice, Almonds, Amomum glutinosa and other accessories are immersed in the sweet and sour ingredients that have been boiled and cooled, and sealed for ten days.

It is worthy of the word "ten incense" because of the large number of materials and the complicated process.

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

Yunyan was not hungry yet, so he ate eight treasures mushroom soup and a few pieces of stuffed sausage.

"If you eat too much at one time, you will get tired. Now go to rest and fight again." Yun Yan took Zhao Yunchu to the main stage. Stool, take Zhao Yunchu to sit.

On the stage, the prostitutes held lifelike fake lotus flowers and were singing slow songs.

Yunyan was slowly appreciating back when she suddenly saw a figure. At first glance, wasn't that the person he had invited to deliver the soup dumplings? Why was he carrying the dumplings in his hands, so he stopped him and asked.

The man was relieved when he saw Yun Yanhui, "Lingtang is not at home."

Why aren't you at home? Yun Yan took the soup dumpling that was cold.

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

Yunyan replied: "Shuangyi and Xiaobao are interning 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 easy at that time. some."

So he thought that Zheng Ping must be resting at home, but he didn't expect to go out. Today, it wasn't him who bragged about it. Basically, everyone came to Daxiangguo Temple. What's the fun in other places.

Yun Yanhui also thought about this in her heart. Who knows where Zheng Ping and his female friends went again? He gave the rest of the soup to a nephew, told him to eat it hot, and turned himself up He rested for a while on his feet.

When the sun is at its highest, I hide in the Buddhist temple. After noon, I will come out to eat the second round, especially some fresh fruit.

Those who sell fresh fruits, in order to attract customers, pick out the most beautiful fruits, pile them up like pagodas, and put different sugar figures on them, and you can see the sharp ones from a distance. Fruits are very eye-catching.

I am afraid that the people in the temple have changed a few times. Of course, some people like Yunyan returned to them, insisting on resting and digesting here before fighting.

After Yunyan brought Zhao Yunchu back to eat another dish, they went to Yuntang, which is one of the monasteries, 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 still didn't know about this, he didn't even know that Zheng Ling could draw.

"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 and the sight is good. "

Not long after, the two found Zheng Ling. There were many sheets of paper on his table, with scribbled drawings on them. He hurriedly described the demeanor and movements of various hawkers and pedestrians, all of which Zheng Ling observed. example.

He is holding his chin in a daze now, and when he sees Yunyan coming back, he scratches his head, "Brother Yan."

Yunyan replied: "Are you resting or being lazy?"

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

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

"What... Easter eggs." Zheng Ling has long been used to it, Yun Yanhui always pops up some words that are probably his own creation, some of them can be understood literally, and they are quite appropriate, but some It's baffling.

Yunyan replied: "Oh, I mean, you remember to add us to the painting, I, Master Mingran, my mother, Shuangyi, Xiaobao, the abbot..." He saw Zhao Yunchu staring at him I added another sentence, "And Yun Chu, you must be able to capture our demeanor and condense it into a small space in the canvas, right?"

"You can still do this..." Zheng Ling murmured, "Then do I want to add my whole family?"

Yunyan replied: "...you're happy."

"Really, it's a good idea!" Zheng Ling's eyes lit up, "I scattered everyone around such a large canvas, and after painting, you can come and find out where you are. !”

Yun Yanhui didn't expect to click Zheng Ling, he could still think of this gameplay, and praised: "Very good, this is very innovative."

Zheng Ling happily looked at the canvas. After he had started to make up his mind, how did everyone find their own appearance in the vast crowd.

"I didn't expect you to really be able to draw." Zhao Yunchu recited.

Zheng Ling said unhappily: "Why, I can't have any skills yet?"

Zhao Yunchu snorted and said nothing.

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

Zhao Yunchu was angry at the time and went to pull Yun Yanhui's sleeve.

Yun Yan didn't want to stand in line when she returned, so she deliberately stumbled out of the way, and pretended to say, "Oh, look there, I didn't expect so many people to come to our food saving party."

The place he pointed to was deliberately decorated, with many flower-decorated booths, just to attract lovers.

But 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 away. There was a middle-aged man nearby, and the two were talking softly.

Yun Yan's eyes widened in return, 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 half covering her face with a kesi fan in her hand, Yun Yanhui can recognize it just by looking at her figure.

The middle-aged man next to him was tall and strong, and his face was too far away to be seen 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. Zheng Ping squatted politely, and then took it.

However, no matter how polite you are, you can see that the atmosphere is extraordinary. If Yun Yanhui guessed correctly... Which **** helped, Zheng Ping actually agreed to go on a blind date!

Yun Yan Hui decided to pretend she didn't know for the time being, so as not to be embarrassed by Zheng Ping. Seeing that Zheng Ping had hope of getting out of the shadow of the bereaved husband, he was very happy.

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

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

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

Yun Yan Hui suddenly smiled, "Why is there nothing good-looking? You don't even know how good-looking it is, like a dream."

Yun Yanhui came back here after a thousand years. When he faced Bianliang, he was always full of inexplicable emotions that others could not understand. This was a dream-like experience that allowed him to witness everything in front of him.

The sun shines on the glazed tiles of Daxiangguo Temple, reflecting the dazzling light. The colorful buildings are full of joyful doors, and the flowers are like brocade.

This is a prosperous and beautiful era, a city of the Song Dynasty that can be painted.