It turns out that history has really been changed because of a time travel. Zhao Kuangyin in this world did not die prematurely. Zhao Guangyi, who had once wondered why he had not found any traces inside and outside the palace, did not inherit his brother's throne inexplicably.

Zhao Defang, who was more decisive than Zhao Kuangyin, inherited the throne of the New Song Dynasty. Since then, history has sprung this foot on a road that Fu Hongye had never heard of, and rushed all the way.

There was no world war, only the ever-ending foreign wars of the monarchs of Song Dynasty.

As the maps were drawn one by one, the people of Song knew the greatness of the world and the endless frontier beyond their horizons.

It inspires generations of monarchs to be urged and keeps moving towards prosperity and strength.

very nice!

Being a woman for the past seventeen years is worth it!

Fu Hongye laughed when he thought of this, but after seeing the crow's feet that Mrs. Fu had grown up because of the past two days of worry, he slapped his thigh and dedicated Mrs. Huarui's own private treasure.

"Mom, I have an ancient skin care recipe here, let me tell you..."

With the happy reunion of a family, the story of the eleventh world finally ends, and the dust returns to the dust and the soil returns to the soil.

It is rare that Gu Zheng, who is not melancholy, knows that in the real world, his brotherhood is actually not something that is lacking, right?

For example, now, he had not had time to sigh, the person who knocked on the door of his courtyard must be a rude smoker.

Alas, let’s serve this ancestor who is getting nervous as the commercial street is about to open up.

Gu Zheng, who responded to the door opening, had a passionate expression on his face when he saw the smoke gun.

Sure enough, a person who can become the leader of the Hongmen Village village is so generous to do things.

Just from the food box held by Yan Gun, Gu Zheng could recognize it at a glance. It was the only three-story restaurant on the side of the road diagonally opposite the entrance of the village, and the packed food box from the Peking Restaurant.

This antique wooden food box prepared for your nearby home is also convenient that only neighbors nearby can enjoy.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng naturally enthusiastically gave the smoke gun to the yard.

Press the switch of the simple light bulb under the big locust tree, and then placing the food box steadily on the small dining table under the locust tree.

At this time, Gu Zheng was still saying insincere words: "You said you, Brother Yan Gun is too polite. You are just from the neighbors, you are here, what else are you bringing?"

The smoker was not polite to speak. He sat on the top of a flower-woven stool, and while opening the food box, he greeted Gu Zheng, "Of course I came here to ask for you."

"This is not because the person who asks for things doesn't do things seriously. I have to let you eat my mouth short before I can feel at ease."

Gu Zheng was really convinced when he heard this. He lifted the lid of the food box without hesitation and returned: "Then I am not that easy to bribe. If the things you have prepared are too slow, I will not only not do my best for you, but I will also make trouble for you at will."

After saying this, Gu Zheng's food box was lifted up, and the things inside were serious, revealing their entire appearance.

"Drink!" Seeing the plates of exquisite dishes inside, Gu Zheng suddenly felt energetic. He slapped the small table and instructed: "Brother Yanbing, wait for me, wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned around and went to the innermost kitchen of his yard, dragged out the Yanjing beer from the refrigerator, and turned back to the table in a hurry.

At this time, Gu Zheng was not as reserved as before, and he devoted himself to the three alleys that the Yan Gun brother brought to him.

Not to mention, only the people in this hutong can understand the essence of these three things.

The summer is hot, and the wind blowing through the hall is full of heat.

But against the backdrop of the palm-leaf fan mat, nothing is more refreshing than the coolness brought by delicious food.

The feelings of the old capital people are nothing more than the cunning part of using food to relieve heat. The most common ingredients will become supreme food in the hands of the master.

cucumbers,

Mustard pillow,

And red and chilled fried red fruit

Combining them together means a feast of taste formed on the tip of the tongue after combining various flavors such as sweet and sour, sweet and mustard.

The green straw cucumber, due to its shape and its unique treatment method, has upgraded the ordinary cold cucumber to an extraordinary state of deliciousness.

The fancy knife skills allow diners to pick up a whole cucumber from one end with chopsticks, just like an unfolded banquet, and it will never break from beginning to end.

The yellow, tender and fair melon pulp, because of its delicate knife skills, sucked the minced garlic covered with it and the pepper and sesame oil poured on it to improve freshness, and it sucked to the fullest state.

Finally, with the company of light soy sauce and aged vinegar and extremely fresh flavor, we achieved the most perfect balance... about sour and sour.

Make the most ordinary emerald green the most perfect cold dish with beer.

If you can fry the right time and chew the more you chew the more fragrant the deeper the deeper you want, and then pour the last bite of beer, you will feel a comfortable feeling of hair standing upright and pores opening.

This may be the most enjoyable way for a man to relax after working for a day.

If you feel that this kind of pleasure is not transparent enough, then those who like the spicy mustard pen will naturally find a companion for this life in the alley.

This Siliangcai, which once occupied a pivotal position among the Beijing-style New Year dishes, is now squatting in a small plate with grievances, appearing alone under Gu Zheng's chopsticks with other inexplicable partners.

Although it is like a straw raincoat cucumber, the mustard pillow is still named after its shape, but its main ingredient is the cheaper cabbage.

Take the essence of cabbage and remove the dish. You can't even bring the thickest at the bottom.

Instead, the inner core and the part of the yellow tender leaves should be carefully scalded open, and when it extends halfway like a flower, it will be artificially rolled into a grievance roll.

Layer layers of bubble gum, like large rolls, turned into a whole cabbage like a flower petal.

However, what is so popular about this dish is never the cabbage itself, but the mustard itself watered on the cabbage core like a flower stamen.

This food that is closest to the ancient Chinese method brewed by thousands of years and returned to the origin of the Song Dynasty, and that the fact that mustard was originally passed down to the Tang Dynasty to the surrounding countries was promoted to the extreme.

A little bit of sugar, a little salt, and locally produced yellow mustard are carefully cooked on low heat. It is so sticky that it has been tickled, but it has not been stuck in the pan. Just water it directly on the half-open cabbage core at that heat, and a flower called mustard trunk will bloom in prosperity.

The unparalleled spicyness for those who dare to try this dish with tears and snot.

But when diners wiped away the nasal that they could not control with a rough tissue, a coolness that could reach the sky cover could be retracted for a long time in the hearts of everyone who likes this dish and could not dissipate for a long time.

‘Huha!’

The favorite of the two alley people was sucking the cold air, but they kept stuffing mustard into their mouths.

At this time, the fried peanuts could no longer suppress the prosperous mustard dumplings. At this time, the extremely light-tasting Beijing-style bakery cake was very useful.

It is also from the hands of the people, and the baking cake can be said to be inherited from China.

There are unique production methods everywhere.

The reason why I brought a Beijing flavor was nothing more than a more crazier selection of materials in the alley.

Mianbai sugar is replaced with brown sugar, while delicate millet flour, or pumpkin powder, becomes a combination of corn flour and mianhong beans.

The steamed cakes are so big that even ordinary people can't stand it.

But the rough and indifferent taste, coupled with the unique fragrance of brown sugar and red beans, directly conquered the feelingless taste buds that had been stimulated by mustard, making Gu Zheng's tongue come alive again.

Not sweet enough, not enough!

At this time, the pitiful crystal red fruit that was thought to be able to give children sweet mouths was regarded as the protagonist of the ending.

This dessert made with three simple raw materials: agar rock sugar red fruit, the beauty lies in the heat.

If you lose one point, the crystal red fruit will quickly melt and decompose after it is put out, and it will become a sticky ball of cravings without appetite.

If you have more, you will feel a bit mushy and it will be unbearable.

Losing the most important function of appearing in summer as a cold dessert... that is cool.

Unfortunately, the Peking Restaurant is an existence that is as old as a small courtyard where Gu Zheng is.

These simple three things were made into a court dish.

After eating this kind of field, what else does Gu Zheng not understand? He patted his chest and let the smoke gun feel at ease: "Tomorrow's ribbon cut, brother, I will definitely reveal all my skills on that platform."

"Just look at it."

After saying this, he felt as if he had just remembered something, and felt guilty: "Well, Brother Yan Gun, do you recognize anyone from the Peking Opera Troupe? You can use a costume to wear it."

"What? Do you want to perform?" Yan Qing, who disliked Gu Zheng's wine glass, was too small, and a sip of wine blew into the bottle, was put into his nostrils.

"Ahem, Gu Zheng, brother, can you stop playing with me?"

"Okay, even if I know someone from the Peking Opera Troupe, I have brought you a costume overnight, but the question is, can you sing?"

"Aren't you a mess? Even if you go to the middle of my game, I won't say you're making trouble."

But Gu Zheng was not polite at all. He put the wine glass in his hand and nodded: "Actually, my level of acting is average, and because it is not used for a long time, it may be a relatively weak item compared to my martial arts value."

"But you think, the performances of cultural folk villages and operas are more appropriate, right?"

"So, as the finale of this street, you always have to give me a decent costume, right?"

But after Gu Zheng finished saying this, he only saw the bleak appearance of the smoke gun as if it had been ravaged by four or five stout women. He was desperate and looked at the sky in the courtyard where there were no stars.

Isn't believe him?
Chapter completed!