House Dad’s Literary Life

This week, Yang Lan and Yan can't go to the fitness center to play boxing with Lanzhou Kai and Lan Xin. Although I heard the news, I am very interested, but because Murphy's magic concert will be held this Saturday. At the beginning, Yang Lan and Yan are going to the Magic to support Murphy's concert!

To this end, Yang Lan also gave me two days off, and started with Murphy on Thursday.

It was so bold that he drove directly to Murphy to stay at the hotel, and he also booked a room on the other floor of the hotel.

"This is called black under the lights. The more entertainment reporters are strictly guarded, the safer they are. After a while, I walked out of the hotel with a big bang, and no one would put our two ordinary people in the eye! "Yang Hao picked up an eyebrow and settled in the room with Mo Xiaojuan, and then Murphy sneaked over the door and said proudly."

"Hey, look, your father is bragging, the cow is almost blown up by him!" Murphy couldn't help but pull her daughter and laughed.

I believe it is true, she turned her head in confusion, looking for a circle, confusedly said: "Where is the cow?"

This is really not bragging, Yang Lan has this grasp!

In the afternoon, Yang Lan took out the cockroach and went out to play. He took a few reporters with long guns and short guns and walked out of the hotel door. As a result, others looked up and looked at Yang Lan. When they found out that they didn’t know, they continued to bow their heads and played mobile phones. Birds them again.

"Hey, why don't we play with Ma Ma?" He was held in his arms by his father. She curiously looked around the environment and snorted in Dad's ear.

Yang Lan walked past a reporter and looked as usual. He said very calmly: "Because my mother has to go to work in the afternoon! We are here to accompany our mother, not to disturb my mother's work, right?"

I was nosy nodded.

Yang Lan drove the car and carried it on the streets of the magical capital, but he was not aimlessly chaotic. Before Yang Lan came, he was on a tourist forum and explored with some netizens who love to play. He wants to bring it today. It’s a very famous old street.

"Yuyuan Road!" When he arrived at the place, Yang Lan took the car and took the hand, pointing her at a signboard with a blue and white background, and said with a smile.

“One yuan road?” I first looked around curiously before I lifted my small head and looked at the direction that my father pointed, followed by reading, but the pronunciation was not standard.

"It is Yuyuan Road, stupid..." Yang Xiao smiled and corrected her daughter's pronunciation.

"Okay!" He didn't have any interest in this. She discovered the New World. The little girl snorted and took her father's hand. She said with a happy head. "Hey, let's go there and see, there is good. Strange!"

Where is it strange?

It turned out that the attention of the old is the old-fashioned buildings, one layer connected, like the Tiananmen wall, but not so grand, more like shrinking, but a series of seven arched teak The door is very visible.

The above is a palace-like building. The yellow glazed tiles, like gold, are coated with a splendid golden light. The heavy cymbals, the flying rafts and the arches all indicate the rich historical heritage of these buildings.

However, it is not a palace.

"This is Jing'an Temple." Yang Xiao smiled and said to her daughter, "Do you know what the temple means?"

"What do you mean?" He opened his arms and asked his father to pick it up. The little man was short and was blocked by the vehicles on the road. He couldn't see it.

Yang Lan will hug and say softly: "Remember that Dad told you the story of Journey to the West? Tang Yan came back from the Western Heaven, so that Buddhism can develop better in the middle, and the temple is Tang Yin. The place where monks live."

"Then, is there Tang Yan here?" His face showed a pleasant surprise.

"No, there are no Tang Yan in the devil, they are in the north." Yang Lan said.

"No Don Juan?" It was a little disappointing.

Because there is no Tang Yin, the expectations of Jing’an Temple have dropped a lot, and, with Dad, I looked at it. The deep, quiet and empty temples in the courtyard are not the type that I like. The little girl didn’t take a moment. Dad left.

It doesn't matter, Yuyuan Road has many beautiful sights for the father and the daughter to watch.

Interestingly, these attractions must be turned into different small alleys to discover, and this deep and narrow alley, along the way row of green trees sprouting the phoenix tree, this is a good scenery in itself!

There was no noisy car, and I was willing to walk down. Yang Lan looked at the innocent little girl and couldn’t help but pick up the SLR in her hand and took some pictures of her.

"You are standing next to this tree, yes, laugh one!" Yang Hao commanded, and occasionally pressed the shutter to capture a few lovely moments.

“Hey!” The little girl smiled like a flower. She leaned against a brown, sloping brick doorpost, holding a white mottled French sycamore trunk, and the green bushes in the garden next to it slid out. Give the girl a background.

"Hey, I want to make the photo, and then put it in my big one." I forgot what the album said, and I can only try my best.

"Of course!" Yang Yan smiled and nodded to her.

I don't have to look back, I turned my head satisfactorily and walked forward.

"Hey, look, this building, it’s weird!" It didn't take long for the little girl to find something that couldn't be built. She turned and ran back to her father, and said, holding her father's hand.

What I found was also an attraction that Yang Lan planned to visit. It was a former residence of celebrities. Of course, this celebrity Yang Lan is not very familiar, but his former residence is very luxurious. It is an Italian Gothic castle building.

This is said in writing, but how to classify it, Yang Lan does not understand himself, he is pure appreciation.

I also appreciate, the little girl is still happy to share her discovery with her father: "Hey, look, you see that!"

"Well, what happened to the roof?" Yang Lan came down and looked over his daughter's fingers. The gray exterior wall was inlaid with red bricks in the middle, and the blue four-sloping roof was quaint and elegant. There is a vivid sense of liveliness.

"There are two here, this thing, a small house, just like my building blocks!" The little girl's fingers are drawn one by one, and the description can be serious.

Yang Lan understands, he said that the two dark blue tiger windows on the roof, an evolution of the skylight, looks like the building blocks that make up the house in kindergarten, much like a zoom out Version of the house.

"You watched it very carefully! Dad gave you a praise!" Yang Xiaochong gave her a thumbs up.

Oh, this laughed happily.

Yuyuan Road is basically an old building. However, it is not all celebrities' former residences or scenic spots. There are also many small shops with literary atmosphere on this street.

The most is the coffee shop and the refreshment shop. Yang Lan visited several of them, but it also opened an eye-opener. Looking at the arrangement of other people's coffee shops, Yang Lan suddenly felt that his coffee shop had been opened for half a year. It seems that he has not grown much. Compared with others, the literary atmosphere is much less!

"Maybe it should be a little changed!" Yang Lan thought secretly.

In the evening, the sunset has not yet fallen, and after an afternoon of hunger, Yang Lan took her to eat Napoleon, just in the restaurant of Mr. Nu_nice (good Mr.) in Yuyuan Road. A highly recommended place.

The Napoleon cake here is actually a misunderstanding in translation. The essence of this cake is the layer of crisps. However, it is more advanced than the layer of cakes. The pastry has a crisp taste and a sandwich. The ingredients are also more abundant, with fresh cream and custard sauce.

Of course, the strawberry Napoleon, the middle of the sandwich is naturally indispensable bright and attractive strawberry cut!

Yang Lan had eaten this kind of cake before, and he also studied how to do it, but his craft is still a little worse. Nothing else is the meringue. After applying whipped cream and cheese sauce, Yang Lan can't guarantee it. Unless it is applied, it will be eaten immediately. Otherwise, it will soften after a few minutes.

However, this technique is the secret of the chefs. Yang Lan has not found a trick for a long time. He has not had time to catch a chef to ask questions. In this world, he has no chance... he only met. Just try someone else's craft.

What makes Yang Hao somewhat regrettable is that the shop's strawberry Napoleon did not reach the ultimate kind of food he had eaten in Europe before, but for 曦曦, it is enough!

Crunchy meringue, fragrant cream, and fresh strawberries, sour and sweet, are all very satisfying.

"It's delicious!" The little girl ate a mouthful of cream and made a full meal, only to laugh silly with her father.

Yang Lan smirked his daughter with a funny mouth. He said softly: "Just dad texted her mother. She didn't have time to eat dinner. She was still busy. Should we pack some cakes for her?"

"Well, Ma Ma can also eat! I like it very much." He patted the small palm and said happily.

"You like it very much, so Mom will like it, right?" Yang said with a smile. "But it's just that the cake is not nutritious enough. Let's buy something else for the mother."

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