The old man’s son has eaten fresh winter bamboo shoots.

He has a greedy father, and all kinds of ingredients in the sky and the earth are rare that he has never tasted.

In the past, he liked to eat fresh bamboo shoots, not dried bamboo shoots. Although dried bamboo shoots are not astringent, most dried bamboo shoots are not well made and the taste is lost, so they lose the fresh sweetness.

But the fresh bamboo shoots are delicious, no matter how you deal with them, what a good chef, he feels sour and tight in his mouth after eating them.

What I ate today was definitely different.

The fried fresh bamboo shoots sold at this small stall in front of me are crispy when bitten, and they are ripe again. Suddenly, a stream of juice bursts out, mixed with the fragrance of shrimp and pork. If it is thicker, it will be greasy, and if it is lighter, it will not be enough. It is really just right.

The thin slices of meat fried with the bamboo shoots are slightly curled and are as wide as half a palm when they are clamped, browned and transparent, with a hint of warm jade.

"call."

The old man's son ignored the hot mouth and squeezed four or five pieces into his mouth in one breath. It melted in his mouth. And - "Is this fat meat? It's very crispy, huh? There are shrimps? What else is this? The taste is so special!"

"There should be oil residue. Is there coriander in it? It's not just coriander, what exactly is there?"

"It's coriander."

Gu Xiang was a little surprised. He looked up at the old man who had to sit on the bench with aggrieved sucking his stomach, and smiled, "It's just that the coriander was wrapped in chicken skin, chopped into paste, and it was melted inside. It was only taken to season, which was generally not something that could be eaten."

"No wonder the taste is so special and the fragrance is long."

The old man stirred the chopsticks, and two bamboo chopsticks skillfully wrapped the noodles around, and a large ball was wrapped in one breath, "Ah oh ^"

With a mouth full of his mouth, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and he unconsciously showed an extremely enjoyable expression.

This is how you eat noodles.

His son covered his face and was simply invisible.

His father's disciples saw that he might be about to collapse and his faith collapsed. His father is now recognized as a Confucian scholar in the world. Mr. Fengming Yun Zizhan, not only his dynasty, but also the people of the two places in the west and north. All scholars respect his father like a god.

Unfortunately, this god still has to dress and eat, and he has to shit and fart. He has a lot of minor problems, that is, all of their reading seeds are invisible.

This guy can pretend to be very good in front of his students, and his masterful demeanor, whoever sees him thinks he is full of poetry and literature!

I really want those scholars who praise him to come and see his current moral character of eating!

Yun Zizhan ate half a bowl of noodles in one breath, then put down the chopsticks and picked up two pickled garlic cloves from the small plate.

The garlic cloves were sweet, Yun Zizhan nodded while eating: "This garlic is delicious, I think it's just this garlic, I can eat several pancakes. My little lady, do you sell this sweet garlic?"

"Sugar garlic? I really don't know how to sell it. Well, if Mr. Old Man likes it, then it costs five cents a jar?"

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "Don't think that this garlic is not valuable, but the sugar I use is all good sugar, not cheap."

The old man hurried to touch his purse: "With my little lady's skill, it's not expensive to buy fifty jars per jar. Give me fifty jars!"

Gu Xiang: "..."

She was so amazed and laughed: "I can't put the sugar garlic, I'm just cooking and eating it now. If I put it for a long time, the taste will be too strong and it will not be formal enough."

After thinking about it, she took out two small jars.

"Don't, how many are there in such a small jar? At least forty jars are given to me. I have more family members and I will finish them in a few days. I can't waste it."

Gu Xiang laughed: "I haven't pickled so much in total."

The old man suddenly became depressed, holding two small jars and not letting go, and he was reluctant to leave. He was tired of being in front of Gu Xiang's stove. Gu Xiang just laughed, and he was planning to take a break for a while, so he was not in a hurry. It was Yun Zizhan's old son so anxious that he was sweating.

"My mother is still waiting at home. As soon as you go out for half a year, you are about to arrive in the capital. Why don't you hurry up--"

Before the old son could finish a word, he suddenly felt chills behind his back. He looked up and saw the little chef reaching out to grab the garlic jar in his father's hand and throwing it hard.

The old son froze immediately, and the jar flew over to his scalp. With a bang, he suddenly turned around and saw two old men dressed in vendors lifting their shoulder poles to block them. Although they blocked the two jars, the shoulder poles were scattered, revealing two thinner knives.

"ah?"

The old son was shocked.

Yun Zizhan was also shocked, and his face turned pale in an instant, and he felt heartbroken and reached out to his son.

The old son felt a little better in his heart - his father really valued him!

"My garlic!"

Yun Zizhan's eyes were red.

Old son: "…"

Gu Xiang: "..."

Yun Zizhan shouted out, obviously feeling something was wrong, and said angrily: "Who are you, under the feet of the emperor, how can you dare to commit a crime? My son is nearly fifty years old and has many illnesses. If you are scared out of illness, what will you pay for?"

Old son: "..." Although it is also a concern, why does it become more uncomfortable to listen to it?

Gu Xiang reached out and took the lid he had just made to cover his chopping board, then looked up and saw that Xueying had already stood in front of the desk.

Zhao Ying silently put her raised feet back, gently brushed the hem of her lower clothes, and sighed in her heart: For some reason, the maid next to Sanniang actually had a scree? It was so fast that it would be better to go to the Imperial City Department to explore the camp.

snort.

The old dog and Wang Ermu, and a group of personal soldiers also surrounded him.

Zhao Ying was squeezed back one step.

Gu Xiang looked at him and nodded slightly, very satisfied. The Duke of China is noble and he will have trouble if he is injured. Brother Wang and the others are doing a good job, and these days they are becoming more and more steady.

In a flash, I had already handed over not far away.

No one moved. Lao Gou and Wang Ermu, one with a steel knife and the other with a hatchet, danced tightly and did not get any disadvantage when fighting with these two old men.

Gu Xiang was overwhelmed with the sight of her eyes, and she didn't have time to be afraid, just watching the fun.

"careful!"

The fight here was very lively. Zhao Ying suddenly frowned, shook the cloak on her body, and covered her head on Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang struggled in a daze for a few moments before she heard a short scream in front of her. Before she could move, she was lightened and she was stuffed into the carriage like a cloud of mist. Only then did she lift her cloak and blink.

Qiu Li and Cherry pulled her arm with fear on their faces, their voices hoarse: "A boy came out of the crowd just now - he actually wanted to pour oil on the little lady!"

Gu Xiang was startled and hurriedly pulled the curtain to open the car, but saw that the old dog and his group were standing still. Xueying was also standing next to the car, Bao Jianyou was in the scabbard, with a faint expression - but the pig's brain was almost blown out in front of him.

Leaning against the car window, Gu Xiang saw two familiar figures. They were carrying a dry and thin boy and bursting hammers, hitting the boy's head and face full of blood.

As far away, Gu Xiang could still see the boy's ignorant expression.
Chapter completed!