The leisurely life of rebirth

Fortunately, the snow on the road has been cleared, it is still early before work, and there are not many cars, so He Junyao can drive so fast. In future generations, unless your car can fly, you will have to move at a snail's pace step by step.

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"Here!" He Junyao's thoughts moved, and a palm-sized gift box came into his hand from the back seat, and was stuffed directly into Fang Monan's arms.

Fang Monan couldn't hide the surprise on his face at the small gift he rudely handed over, but he looked into He Junyao's dark eyes. He was calm, but the joints of his hands that were clenching the steering wheel turned white.

, rubbed the steering wheel twice, and seemed... a little nervous?

Fang Monan shook his head in amusement, but he never forgot to practice.

After Fang Monan's eyes wandered around him, his starry eyes lowered and he looked down at the small box in his arms. He was a little curious about what he would give. He opened it and saw an unexpected gift, "Wow... I like this flower.

It's edible!" It was a three-dimensional sugar-painted flower basket. There were bright red roses in the basket. It smelled sweet, and Fang Monan took a lick of it childishly. It was indeed made of white sugar.[

The flower basket has rich and gorgeous colors, crystal clear texture, and clear three-dimensional effect... These roses are even more admirable than real ones.

Her liking made the man sitting in the driver's seat opposite feel relieved. As expected, she likes these traditional old things, and she is always so practical and will never waste money. If she gave them real roses, she probably wouldn't like them.

Fang Monan raised his head and looked at him with a very happy smile. But what was that flash of sadness in his eyes?

Fang Monan patted him on the shoulder and said exaggeratedly, "Brother He who knows me!"

She really liked him so much, she didn't expect that he, who was rigid and serious, could be so interesting.

Money can’t buy your love! Of course the other person will like it if you give it a gift.

It was the first time in her past life that she found a flower, especially such a special flower. Of course she couldn't help but be overjoyed. Compared with roses, they were only for rich people to show off. She preferred the natural blooming and withering of roses instead of roses.

Being picked up and played with. Women like men to send flowers, but what she likes more is the thought.

"Where did it come from?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked curiously. At this time, a lot of old craftsmanship has been abandoned. Besides, even if you can see it, you can only see it in large temple fairs, but those are traditional sugar-making people and paint sugar paintings.

It's very thin. But it doesn't have the realistic style of the flower basket in her hand. The roses are detailed and lifelike, with a three-dimensional feel.

"You can't be the one who made the online game Heroes of Troubled Times!" Fang Monan said with certainty. "It's really you who made it." I didn't expect it! He still has this skill.

"Yes!" He Junyao nodded. He glanced at the flower basket as if he was sad. It seemed like he was remembering!

Fang Monan rubbed his chin and looked him up and down. There must be a story, and it was hard to find out when he looked sad. Maybe there is a chance!

Fang Monan leaned forward, touched his cheek with her small mouth, and quickly withdrew without letting him catch him this time. A trace of cunning flashed across his lips. He hoped that this could erase the sadness in his eyes.

"I love so much!"

He Junyao was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and pursed his lips. Fortunately, he drove steadily, and a smile flashed across his eyebrows. If he hadn't driven again, he would have killed her on the spot and kissed her thoroughly!

In response to the worried look she gave him, He Junyao could only touch the top of her head reassuringly to show that he was fine.

Fang Monan asked with a smile, "Where can we have breakfast?"

"I'll take you to taste the real flavor of Beijing, the charm of Beijing." He Junyao said.

Fang Monan smiled knowingly after listening to his words. What she wants is such a down-to-earth feeling. Romance cannot be eaten as food. They have long passed the green years when they used nausea as fun. Only this kind of subtle consideration can

It reassured her that her eyes looked at him surprisingly tenderly.

He was sitting in the driver's seat. The bright sunshine shone on him, making his cold face soften a lot. Under the sun, he was like a smooth silhouette of flowing clouds, with an extremely breathtaking charm.

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The real flavor and charm of Beijing may only be found in history as the city undergoes transformation.

Under the ever-changing imperial city, it is very difficult to accurately locate a time-honored snack shop. Maybe an alley that is full of fragrance today will become a dinner for locals tomorrow. Those old shops with a long history

, time should not be spent in exhausting thoughts. Since there is no way to predict tomorrow, let Fang Monan and the others enjoy the present and appreciate the authentic delicacies of the capital.

Of course, to appreciate the splendor of the Huangcheng Gen'er breakfast market, you also need to go to alleys, alleys, and streets to eat and experience it. There are breakfast shops and breakfast stalls, as well as mutton beds, stores selling fresh beef and mutton, and steamed bun shops.

, join as a "part-time" noodle shop.

He Junyao parked the car in Beixiao Street, near Siyanjing. The two got out of the car and locked the door. He Junyao took Fang Monan's hand and walked into the alley. The snow had been cleared away.

When Fang Monan and the others walked in the alley early in the morning, they could smell the smell of oil smoke and find a breakfast stall. There were many mutton buns and the market was not small. The mutton buns were hot on the stove in front of the door, and the stewed offal was in the pot.

The soup smelled fragrant from afar, and the boy in the shop shouted: Eat, the hot buns you just got are very oily in one bite. Buy a few, wrap them in lotus leaves, and add fragrance to make you greedy.

"Insect" is not negotiable.

There is absolutely no unruly scene here like when there is a traffic jam at work. Everyone is lined up in a row, and they are all people from the street who jump in line and can't afford to lose the person. People who come to buy breakfast are mostly people in their thirties and forties, young people.

But I can't get up, so I'm still sleeping in with my quilt on my back! There are not many young people coming to buy breakfast in life. Many young people come to eat egg-filled pancakes on the way to satisfy their hunger.

Breakfast on the street can be dry or thin, soft or hard, cold or hot, salty or sweet. Fried cakes and fried ghosts are eaten and fried right away; soy milk, bean juice and noodle tea are always hot; sugar ears in the glass cabinet,

Sugar-roasted, large crisps, burnt rings, fried pastry, bean paste-roasted, snails, beef tongue cake, bean flour cake, open smile... colorful and tempting to the appetite.

Speaking of "lively", the breakfast stalls on the street not only have shouting sounds, but also have "professional voices" to recruit people. In the sesame cake shop, the chef works quickly and bakes the sesame cakes well, especially throwing the dough on the chopping board and rolling out the dough.

The rolling pin continuously hits the chopping board, commonly known as the "flower stick". When people hear the rhythmic sound of throwing noodles and the sound of the flower stick, they know that the biscuits are being rolled out in the oven.

Fang Monan looked at the people queuing up to buy breakfast. They had all kinds of things in their hands. Some were holding basins, some were holding pots, and some were holding cold bottles. It was really eye-opening.

As soon as Fang Monan and He Junyao stepped into the breakfast shop, the old diners inside looked at the two new arrivals in surprise. Such handsome and young unfamiliar faces really made them wonder!

The girl's bean green knee-length long wool cashmere coat has a round baby collar and a circle of purple mink fur around the collar. Her skin is as delicate as pink porcelain and as smooth as jade. Her eyebrows and eyes are smiling. She is more rounded and cute. She wins immediately.

Everyone's favor.

The man next to her was wearing a long black coat, he was cold and resolute. He looked at her from time to time, lowered his head slightly, and had a very slight smile on his lips.

The breakfast shop is not big, but it is clean and tidy, and it is not full yet. Fang Monan and the others chose a smaller table and sat down. Only then did the diners in the shop come back to their senses. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They had never seen it before.

"Two things, sesame sesame pancakes, fried ghost pancakes, and water chestnut pancakes." He Junyao ordered.

"Okay! Wait a moment!" the boy laughed cheerfully.

After He Junyao finished ordering, the two old men at the next table looked at him in surprise, "What a nice guy! What you ordered is the most authentic in this store. This store has the most authentic taste in the whole capital." One of them came up.

The old man with gray hair said.

"I just came here because I knew the food here was delicious." He Junyao said calmly.

The two old men kept nodding. From what they heard about Beijing movies, they were locals, so they probably didn't live in this area.

"Yes, yes. Today's young people have lived in buildings for a long time. They are used to milk and bread for breakfast. Those things are foreign devils' stuff. Where can we have people to support us!" the old man continued.

Fang Monan smiled and said, "A land and water can support a person."

"The little girl said it right, that's the truth." Another old man said. He had black-rimmed eyes and a crippled eye. He used white tape to stick a pair of spectacle legs. "Oh! This is the real place.

In the old capital, high-rise buildings are devouring the lives of people below our imperial city." His tone was regretful and sad.

This is the fate of urban development. It is always after destruction that people remember the good things of the past, and desperately look for the traditions handed down from the old capital. People always wait until they are lost before they know how to cherish them.[

The taste of Beijing is so memorable, and we hope to revive its prosperous past and not become an "intangible heritage". It would be too early.

"Brother He, what are these two things?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked with a smile on his lips.

"The little girl doesn't know!" the old man wearing glasses said with a smile, "the two are meatballs and tofu soup! There are two kinds of braised meatballs, thickened or not. The croquettes are not complicated and cannot be separated from mung beans.

Noodles, crushed vermicelli, and five-spice powder. After deep-fried, they look like jujubes. They are yellowish brown and not salty in taste. They must be stewed and eaten. The pot for cooking the meatballs is covered with two semicircular willow lids, and the meatballs and bean paste are soaked.

Cook together."

"Here! It's here. See for yourself!" he muttered.

The shop assistant brought two items and placed them in front of Fang Monan and the others, a large white porcelain bowl with blue edges, with meatballs and tofu floating in the soup! Then he placed the hot sesame sesame cakes, deep-fried ghosts, and water chestnuts cakes that had just been baked out of the oven.

A plate was brought up.

"Two kinds", topped with sesame sauce, fermented bean curd sauce, chopped coriander, chopped chives, and a few drops of chili oil.

"Little girl, try it quickly! This is the best thing to eat in winter. It warms the stomach and wards off the cold!" the old people at the next table urged.

Fang Monan took a spoon and took a sip of the soup. After the meatballs were no longer hot, he ate it in one bite. Yes! It's spicy and hot. Not only are the meatballs delicious, but the soup is also better. You can add more meatball soup.

The more you drink, the more moisturized you become.

"How about it? It's delicious! In the early days, it was called "Yangqi Meatballs". There were carrots and day lilies in the stew, and now it's even more delicious with freshly baked sesame seeds." The old man wearing glasses continued with a smile.

Talking about the delicacies they have experienced over the years, it feels like they have tasted the delicacies of the world, but nothing more.

ps:

Please pink, please.