The leisurely life of rebirth

He Junyao broke open the horseshoe biscuits, which were hollow inside, then sandwiched a fried ghost inside and handed it to Fang Monan.

The gray-haired old man looked at He Junyao's movements and said with a smile. "As the old saying goes - a group in the east and a group in the west eat horseshoe biscuits with fruits early, which is called horseshoe biscuits."

Fang Monan took a bite, and it tasted crispy, sweet, and very delicious. After swallowing the sesame seed cake, he pursed his lips and said, "It's delicious!"

"Your brother is so kind to you!" The old man said with a smile, "Not bad! The young man knows how to take care of his sister!"

Fang Monan pursed his lips and looked at him jokingly, and looked at He Junyao, who had a depressed look in his eyes.[

"The little girl is from out of town, right?" the gray-haired old man asked with certainty.

"Yes! That's why I asked my brother to bring me here to eat authentic Beijing food." Fang Menan insisted on the word "brother".

He Junyao grabbed her hand under the table and gently scratched her palm, like a cat scratching her. It tickled her. He tried to pull his hand away, but was grabbed even tighter. This guy's

Revenge is so direct.

"No wonder you don't know two different things, fried cypress!" the old man wearing glasses said kindly.

"Isn't he a fried ghost?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked doubtfully, his voice sweet and waxy, and in the eyes of these two old people, he was particularly cute.

"Fried ghost" is also called fried fruit. Out of resentment towards the traitor Qin Hui who framed the national hero Yue Fei, the older generation used to pronounce "fried ghost" as "fried cypress". We all called it the aristocratic peasants.

"The gray-haired old man said with a smile.

"Now this is the only place where you can eat authentic fried cypress. This oval-shaped fruit was often sold in porridge shops before liberation and in the early days of liberation. Now! Fried dough sticks are usually served in breakfast shops." Dai Dai

The old man with glasses said.

Fang Monan nodded. After hearing what they said, the fried cypress was really similar to fried dough sticks, and tasted crispy!

"It is said that people in Yangcheng eat the richest and most particular breakfast (morning tea). Let us tell you! This breakfast in the old capital is definitely on par with them. Why is the emphasis on 'old' here, because the breakfast on the streets nowadays is different from others.

It's hard not to admit defeat." The gray-haired old man was in high spirits. It's rare for young people nowadays to listen to them so seriously when they "talk about ancient times", so he spoke with great enthusiasm.

The old man wearing glasses continued, "When we were children, our impression of Beijing's delicacies started from breakfast. In those days, families with elderly people in the imperial city rarely made breakfast by themselves. They mostly bought it from outside or went to the local restaurant.

Go out to eat.

It was very convenient for us to have breakfast at that time! Don’t go to the streets, there are breakfast shops and stalls at the alleys. If you are lazy again, you can pick up wontons on a cart and sell fried cakes, hot cakes, and even Japonica rice porridge.

Sellers of fried dough sticks and sesame cakes go around the streets and hawk at the gate of your courtyard.

We lived in a large courtyard at that time. I remember that Grandma Li in the east room of the courtyard shouted at the wheelbarrow vendor selling Japonica rice porridge at the door.

Shaobing, delicious pickles as a gift to Bai Rao and Hou Baolin’s cross talk

Teacher Dai looked at Fang Monan's delicate smiling face and looked like he was willing to hear the details. It's rare that there are still young people who like this. He said happily, "Okay, I'll tell you about it!"

Teacher Dai put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, pursed his lips, and stuffed it into his pocket again. He put one hand on the lame leg's eyes and asked, "Do you know what Sheep Head Diaozi Soup is? Baishui Sheep Head

Have you ever eaten it? You haven’t! Tsk tsk, if you’ve eaten this, it’s like being ignorant of meat for three months! Little girl, let me tell you! When eating meat, you can’t eat the tip of the buttocks or the parts of the belly, that’s all

Fat bag! If you want to eat meat, you have to eat offal with all the sinews and bones. If you want to eat chicken, you have to eat chicken feet. If you want to eat duck, you have to eat duck tongue. If you want to eat pork, you have to eat fat intestines. For mutton, you have to eat sheep head family!"

"Mutton is a great supplement! It's best to eat it in winter." The gray-haired old man nodded in agreement.

Other diners said, "Teacher Dai, we know that Donglaishun's hot-boiled mutton is delicious! There are others that are better than it."

Teacher Dai straightened up, showed his belly, and put on an expert posture, "The hot-boiled mutton in Donglaishun is good, but it's not even close to what I said. It's not the most delicious here."

"I know about Langfang's No. 2 stall 'Sheep Head Horse', which is fried with paper-thin pepper and salt." He Junyao said calmly and calmly.

Teacher Dai glanced at him in surprise, always with a cold face, and silently congratulated Junyao, "Okay! Young man, you know your stuff!"

"Okay, Mr. Dai, stop showing off." The gray-haired old man said eagerly.

Teacher Dai suddenly laughed and began to explain with excitement, "In "Ode to Miscellaneous Foods of Yanjing", it is said that the Ma family's Baishui sheep heads from the sixth generation: In October in Yanjing, there is a cold wind, and the sheep heads are tasteless when they are on the market. The salt flowers are scattered like this.

Xuefei, crisp and not greasy, refreshing flavor." He paused and continued, "The founder of this white water sheep head is an old artist from Langfang named Ma Yukun, known as 'Sheep Head Horse'! Beijing in winter

The northwest wind is blowing, and Uncle Ma is in the small alley of Xi Si Er, driving his small car with copper-wrapped corners and wooden wheels, shouting his exclusive secret white water sheep head!

"I saw Uncle Ma wearing a halal cap, a blue cloth coat, a white shirt, and rolled up white cuffs. He was driving a wooden handcart with a wheel at four o'clock every afternoon. The cart was surrounded by copper corners.

Exclusively homemade salt and pepper. When night falls, it is time to light up the business. Lao Ma stands in the middle of the car, holding a beef ear knife and slicing the lamb head meat, as fast as a knife. The meat slices are as thin as paper, and sprinkled with pepper and salt in the horns.

, placed on the green lotus leaves, the fragrance overflows. Oh, that’s a fragrant smell!…

Every day, there are a lot of people around Lao Ma's car, watching Lao Ma's slices of mutton head meat. Over time, it has become a scene outside the front door. Lao Ma's selling of mutton head meat has another special feature. If you use salt and pepper,

After all, no matter how much sheep head meat is sold, I will not sell it. So I left a catchphrase: The sheep head meat sellers don’t have fine salt when they go home (a joke). It seems that eating white water sheep head meat, if you don’t leave Lao Ma’s custom-made

Salt and pepper will lose its flavor."

Teacher Dai's unique Beijing movies are like a stand-up comedy, which makes people intoxicated when listening to it. It also makes all the diners laugh all over the floor! I can't wait to try this delicious sheep's head horse now!

Next, Teacher Dai talked about the pea yellow, kidney bean cake, bean juice coke rings, tea soup and noodle tea from various time-honored brands in Huangcheng Gen. Which store’s pea yellow is the most fragrant and refreshing, and which one’s bean juice is the most refreshing.

It's delicious, with the tone of a senior expert, and his posture is like Emperor Qianlong's comment on the Manchu and Han banquet. What the commentator said is clear and logical.

The listeners were so mesmerized that their voices kept flowing.

"My dear! I have lived here at the foot of the Imperial City for so many years, and my life has been in vain. You must try it!" All the diners said in unison, "That's it! That's it! It's affordable, so why not eat it!"

"If you know how to drink, you'll have to drink, it's going to be great!" Teacher Dai added with glasses.

"Of course I know. You can break it into pieces with your hands. It tastes crispy, salty, fragrant and has a lingering aftertaste. This was a good food for schoolchildren and ordinary people in old Beijing to satisfy their hunger. When I was a child, I was given a lot of food when my buttocks were bare.

My old man buys dry fennel to drink with!" One of the diners, about forty years old, said with a smile.

His words evoked the nostalgia of the older generation. They all had the experience of using money to buy dry rice cakes for their old men. The remaining two cents of steel were used to buy a piece of White Rabbit toffee in winter and a piece of white rabbit toffee in summer.

Buy a popsicle. The toffee is divided into several pieces when you go home. The younger brothers and sisters take one piece each. The popsicle is chewed one by one. If you eat too much, you will be beaten. This will make the neighbors envious for a long time.

In the early 1960s, the packaging of White Rabbit toffee was a little different from today. The white rabbit was lying down, and later it was changed to a jumping white rabbit. But for many people born in the 50s and 60s,

He said that it is impossible to eat it often. "It is good to be able to secretly eat white sugar on weekdays, how dare you expect milk sugar."

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