The leisurely life of rebirth

When the young shopkeeper talks about his family's past, he is both proud and proud, "At that time, our stall was close to the theater, and the business was booming. Many people came here to have a bowl of food after the theater.

After the opera, I had a bowl of braised pork and went home warm. Some famous actors in the Liyuan Garden, including Master Mei Lanfang, Zhang Junqiu, Xin Fengxia, etc. all ordered a bowl of braised pork as a late-night snack after the opera. At that time,

It was so loved by the people that they gave it the nickname 'Small Intestine Chen.'"

From his description, you can imagine the bustle of the steaming roadside stalls back then.

"Really, fake!" the people in the shop shouted.

"I can prove this." An old diner said, "I have old photos at home to prove it." His hair is almost completely white, and the age spots are clearly visible on his face, which shows that the old man has lived a long life.

"Wow..." The young shopkeeper jumped up to the old man and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Uh... old man?" [

"I want to see the photos!" The old man raised his eyes and squinted at the shopkeeper and said with a smile.

"He doesn't just want to see it!" The diners next to him laughed.

"That's right! Posting old photos in the store will definitely attract a large number of old people who remember the past."

"Hehe..." The young shopkeeper's face turned red after being exposed, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

As expected of a person from the capital, bathed in policies, his mind works very fast and everything is about money!

The young shopkeeper looked at the old man expectantly. After waiting for a long time, the old man finally said, "You can see the photos."

The shopkeeper was not overjoyed, because the highlight had not yet been revealed! There must be a but.

"But I won't give it to you."

I had known this would happen. The shopkeeper didn't look disappointed either. It was expected.

"However, I have many old newspaper clippings at home, maybe they contain those old photos."

"Uncle, you are really good at whetting people's appetites."

"But this is an idea. If there are no photos, old newspapers will do!"

"It's easy to say, who will stay after so many years? The key is whether they can stay or not!"

Newspaper! It’s good if it’s not a piece of paper for wiping your butt.

"Yes!"

"This depends on chance."

All the diners said one after another.

The shopkeeper clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, young and old gentlemen." Although I don't know if it can be done, it is a good idea.

"Shopkeeper, please go on! You haven't mentioned after liberation yet?" the diner said.[

The young shopkeeper added, "After liberation, due to the public-private partnership, all the master chefs were absorbed into major hotels, so the name disappeared. Just the year before last, my cousin, who was about to retire, quit his job. Again

I picked up this craft again, and now I have Xiaochang Chen.”

"It doesn't matter whether we make money or not, the most important thing is that we don't want this ancestral craft to disappear. Of course, it would be better to make money." The shopkeeper said with a smile, looking friendly. Being friendly makes money! "I couldn't do it in the past, but now I can do it.

, while these old arms and legs can still move, let’s have an impulse.”

The shopkeeper said, everyone laughed, "You are so impulsive! We are in for a treat."

"Look, look, Master Chen is about to perform a stunt." All the diners held their breaths and looked at the chef.

The kitchen is open, and you can clearly see Master Chen's performance.

The nearly sixty-year-old man took out the main ingredients from the hot pot, raised the knife and dropped it. In a moment, the chopping board was covered with slices and pieces, clean and neat.

Put it into a bowl using a knife as a spatula, then pour vinegar, garlic juice, chili oil... The aroma goes straight to the heart. It's called a crispy meal. The diners don't even blink when they look at it, it's very satisfying.

This hand job is simply a performance.

It also expresses the sentiments of the common people under the imperial city, recalling that in those days, it was really only on the table, and the prosperity will never change for thousands of years.

Soon the braised small intestines were brought up one by one. He Junyao picked out the small intestines, liver, lungs, tripe, etc., as well as the pork belly for Brother Yu. He thanked the little guy for his cleverness and hid out last night.

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The diners were muttering about how this sea turtle could eat cooked food! The bird's beak was fragrant, which was very rare.

Fang Monan looked at them and warned, "If you don't eat it, the taste will be compromised if it gets cold."

"Oh! Oh!" All the diners came to their senses, lowered their heads, and never looked up again.

Fang Monan also agreed with them. The intestines are fat but not greasy, the meat is rotten but not bad, the fire is thorough but not sticky, and the soup is rich and mellow, which is unparalleled.

Fang Monan and the others hadn't finished finishing, but there was already a long queue outside the shop. Some of the diners were probably repeat customers and were familiar with the young shopkeeper, so he said, "Xiao Chen, the business is so prosperous, why don't you expand your business?"

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"That's right! That's right!" Others agreed, saying it was early today, otherwise he would have to queue up in the cold wind, and no one would want to suffer that feeling.

The young shopkeeper shook his head, "We will not expand our business."

It's not that he doesn't want to but that he doesn't know how to do it at all. After hearing his words, the diners were puzzled, and they didn't need the money that was delivered to their door.

The shopkeeper explained, "You must personally participate in this business. You have to rely on your own family to select and put the ingredients, so that the taste can be authentic. If the stall is too big, I will definitely not be able to take care of it. If the taste is not authentic, I will not be able to take care of it."

Our own sign has been ruined, we can't do such a thing." He insisted on his philosophy, "And my cousin and I have the same idea. The old man is still active at his age, and he does everything himself to make the most authentic and delicious food.

Delicious food. Besides, most of the people who come here are repeat customers and regular customers. They come in, say hello, and chat for a while. If I don’t come for two months, I will remember it in my heart, and I will definitely have to come back next time.

Asked, 'Why haven't you come here in two months?', the customer felt warm in his heart. When he said it, it was the snack culture of our imperial city, but when he said it, it was a joy." Shopkeeper Xiao Chen smiled,

You can see the happiness his persistence brings him.

The old man with the old photo just now echoed, "This is the small one I want. If it's bigger, it won't taste right!"

"What do you mean?" All the diners looked at the oldest old man in front of them.

The old man put down his bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "You know Wonton Hou?"

"You know, our time-honored brands in Beijing, the first batch of time-honored brands to be restored in the 1980s, have opened many chain stores!"

"I used to go to Dongfeng Market almost every night to listen to the opera. After the opera ended, it would be around eight or nine o'clock in the evening. This was the time when the 'Wonton Hou' stall was bustling. The shopkeeper at that time was there every day.

In his stall, he cooks and bakes at the same time. The thick chicken soup is boiled in a big pot, and the shopkeeper can control the rhythm very well.

Just right, there are always three or five people queuing up in front of the stall, chatting and eating. When there are more people, the shopkeeper will ask the waiter to add chicken soup. The waiter will carry a large pot of chicken soup and go to a crowded place.

Shouting, 'Take two steps, I'll get out of the way, the wontons are getting extra soup', and all the diners around will shout 'OK'."[

He looked nostalgic, and then added, "Not long ago, I went to eat at the Wonton Hou restaurant in Beijing. The environment was nice and the soup was okay, but I walked out shaking my head."

"Why?"

He recalled, "At that time, there was a shop selling drunken shrimps next to Wonton Hou. The shrimps were shipped from Tianjin every day, and the wine was from Shanxi Province. The boss's surname was Sun, and he was very close to Mei Lanfangmei.

After eating the wontons, I always order two ounces of drunken shrimps and two ounces of wine, then do a scene with Boss Sun, and when I’m a little tipsy, I’ll take a rickshaw home. Now that the wontons are still there, so should the drunken shrimps.

But the feeling of being tipsy is gone.”

"What I'm eating isn't wontons, what I'm eating is memories!" Fang Monan said with a smile.

"That's so right." The old man shouted, "Now the pace of life has changed. The original Beijing-style snacks need to be eaten slowly. What's important is the workmanship, the atmosphere, and the taste. Now,

The alley is gone,

The courtyards are gone, replaced by tall buildings of 200 to 300 meters, with a nine-to-five work schedule, so people also begin to pursue strong taste stimulation, spicy, smelly, sour, and it is natural that the authentic snacks will taste bad.

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"Hmm! Go check out something like Donghuamen Snack Street. Cooking it all at once and making it hot enough to burst your belly when you come in doesn't represent Beijing's snacks. Neither does the fried mutton skewers that fill the street. The old taste can only be found in the alleys.

I've been searching deeply, but now there are fewer and fewer alleys." The old man said with emotion.

"This is a complex that lingers in my heart. Not to mention that this Chenji Braised Sauce is delicious, but just not going to the store for a day and not hearing the greetings from shopkeeper Xiao Chen makes me feel uncomfortable." The old man said with a smile.

"Haha...it turns out I'm so charming!" the shopkeeper said with a smile as he touched his chin.

"Yes! It's really comfortable to chat with you and reminisce about the past." The old man said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to make room for the people queuing behind." The old man stood up, paced with his hands behind his back, humming Peking Opera and walked out.

Hula la... Other diners also got up and left, and soon the shop was full.

There are countless luxury restaurants on the streets today. If you want to have a big meal, there are plenty of places; if you want to change your taste, you can find flavors from the east, west, north, and south. But the reason why people still think, read, and search for these memories is

Snacks are more of a fear of losing the warm feelings deep in our memory that snacks once brought us.

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"Where should we go next!" He Junyao asked.

"I want to buy hand-carving tools." Fang Monan said lazily, leaning on the backrest.

Fang Monan wanted to equip everyone in the family with a feng shui magic weapon to protect themselves. She had Taoist spells to use, but she couldn't use this thing casually. At least she had to find a reason that someone could accept, so now she is slowly

Developing in the direction of a 'goddess'. There is an excuse that everyone can believe, but her official job is still a doctor.

Anyway, we have a lot of jade seeds at home, and a large underground warehouse on the farm is full of them.

Jade in the 1990s was very worthless. Someone once spent a few hundred yuan to buy a bag of jade and put it in a fish tank at home. In ten years, it would be worth millions! (To be continued...)

ps: please pink, please