Lingnan Road is located south of the Five Ridges in the south, blocked by mountains, and its customs and customs are very different from Chang'an City. At that time, Guangzhou opened a shipping channel, and merchant ships from Persia, Tubo, Dashi and other countries used this as a transit point to penetrate into the Central Plains.
land.
Therefore, the rare features of Lingnan are the most unique in the Tang Dynasty.
At that time, Yu Jian traveled from Chang'an, through Xiangyang, and then to Guangzhou via waterway. The journey was an eye-opener.
She pondered for a moment and wrote a few lines of words on the tip of her pen.
"Jian." There was a knock on the door, and Dad Yu called her from outside.
Taking a book and covering it on the food list, Yu Jian answered, got up and opened the door.
"It's so late and you're still writing the food list?" Yu's father came in with a glass of milk. Seeing the decorations on the desk, he probably guessed what Yu Jian was doing.
Yu Jian smiled lightly, but the burden in her heart did not relax at all. She took a sip of the milk in the cup and asked, "Dad, do we have any famous dishes in Chaozhou?"
This spoke to Yu's father's heart. Yu Jian's grandfather had been working as a cook in a state-owned hotel in the county town in his early years. Yu's father had heard and heard about it. He had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running away.
"Teochew cuisine pays attention to one word: seafood, fresh fish, and even summer bamboo shoots, when our chef makes it, it means one word: beautiful!" Father Yu recalled the scenes he saw when he was a child, and he was very nostalgic, "I want to say you
When grandpa was still alive, who didn't say that his craftsmanship was good..."
It's just that my old father passed away early and I wasn't good at studying.
"What is Grandpa good at doing?" Yu Jian asked again. She had never seen Grandpa before, and was a little curious after hearing Dad Yu's description.
Father Yu looked at her serious look and knocked on the table with a smile: "Your grandpa is good at cooking ancient dishes."
Ancient food?
Yu Jian's eyes lit up, was it what she thought?
Just when she was about to ask again, Dad Yu stood up, patted her on the head, and pointed to the milk glass on the table: "Remember to finish drinking and go to bed early."
"Dad...you haven't finished speaking yet!" Yu Jian was a little angry, why did he like to titillate people so much!
Unexpectedly, Father Yu smiled mysteriously: "Get up early tomorrow and I will take you somewhere."
Monk Yu Jianzhang was left scratching his head, staring at the closed door for a long time...
Early the next morning, when it was still dark, Yu's father took Yu Jian out.
Mother Yu was awakened by the sound of movement in the living room. When she saw the two of them dressed neatly, she was a little confused: "Where are you, father and daughter, going so early?"
Yu Jian didn't speak, but looked up at Dad Yu. Dad Yu coughed lightly and whispered: "Go out for breakfast..."
It wasn't until the two of them walked out of the door that Yu's mother came to her senses. Didn't Yu Jianguo prepare breakfast last night? Why did he go out for breakfast again?
The car got on the elevated highway and started to drive smoothly. Yu Jian stared out of the car window intently.
She had never seen a capital city like this. It was deserted, with only rows of street lamps emitting a faint light.
Dad Yu explained on the side: "Today is the weekend, there are no people on the road. If it is a working day, there will be traffic jams at this point."
"Where are we going?" Yu Jian pulled the seat belt, sat up straight, covered her mouth and yawned again.
I was thinking about the food order last night, and it was almost two o'clock when I fell asleep.
Dad Yu looked at her red eyes and said distressedly: "Chengxi, it will take more than forty minutes. You can take a nap. I'll call you when you get there."
Yu Jian still wanted to hold on, but she could not resist the invasion of sleepiness. After a few minutes, she tilted her head and went to meet Zhou Gong.
Dad Yu glanced at it funny and reached out to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner.
West of the city, Siping Hutong.
Just after six o'clock in the morning, smoke was rising sporadically in the alley, bicycles and electric cars were passing through the lanes, and the laughter of old men and old ladies could be heard from time to time.
"Boss, a bowl of kway teow, less curry, and beef topping." The old lady, dressed in red and green dancing clothes, threw the water fan on the table and shouted to the owner of the breakfast stall.
A hearty voice answered with a smile: "Ah, are you eating beef so early? Are you afraid that you won't have enough energy to dance later?"
The old lady was not angry after hearing his teasing. She glanced sideways at him and said, "I'm in good health!" She replied in authentic Hakka dialect.
Yu Jian followed Dad Yu and walked for a long time. As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the alley, she heard the familiar dialect of her hometown.
She glanced at Dad Yu, who smiled back at her and walked towards the breakfast stall.
There are more and more people eating breakfast one after another. Most of them are old men and women, carrying teapots or wearing exercise clothes. When they see each other, they say hello and chat a few words.
They all used the Hakka dialect that Yu Jian was familiar with.
"Brother, two portions of rice cake." Father Yu found a seat and asked Yu Jian to occupy it first while he went to order.
"Okay, what kind do you want..." The boss was frying kway teow quickly in his hands. He accidentally looked up and saw the smiling face of Dad Yu.
He was stunned for a second, and then he laughed and said angrily: "Why are you here to join in the fun!" This was also Hakka, or the accent of a fishing village.
Father Yu pointed at Yu Jian behind him: "Bring your daughter to try your craftsmanship."
The boss glanced over, his eyes bent, nodded to Yu Jian, then looked at Yu's father, his tone was a bit complaining: "Jian is so old! She didn't say anything about her coming to the capital, and he even brought her here.
In a small alley.”
Dad Yu was not happy now: "What happened to the alley? The alley is so lively, and there are so many uncles and uncles from my hometown, so kind..."
The boss thought about it and realized that he was indeed right. He raised his chin and motioned for him to sit down first: "If you have anything to do, wait until I close the stall."
"Okay!" Dad Yu took the chopsticks at the side and accepted the order with a bang.
Yu Jian held her chin up and looked at the old people around her curiously.
It seems that they have lived in the capital for a long time, and their movements have unconsciously adopted some habits unique to the capital. But when they get together, they can naturally speak the dialect of their hometown.
"Jian, what are you looking at?" Father Yu handed over the chopsticks, and his daughter's eyes kept wandering around as she looked around, just like her son.
"Look at them."
Father Yu followed her line of sight and saw a group of old people having breakfast, and smiled: "These are Chaozhou people in the capital. This is the gathering place for us Chaozhou people."
"oh."
Father Yu looked at his daughter's dumbfounded expression and nodded her forehead in a funny way: "Although I live in the capital, I can never forget the food in my hometown."
Yes, you are a stranger in a foreign land. These old people may have gone north when they were very young, worked hard all the way and finally settled in the capital, or they may not return to their hometown for various reasons.
But the memory engraved in the bones will not change, just like this bowl of rice noodles filled with nostalgia. Eat it in your mouth and leave it in your heart.
Watching the old people patiently blowing away the hot air, scooping up a mouthful of soup and swallowing it, they let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Between the eyebrows, that feeling is happiness...
Yu Jian's heart moved, something flashed by, but she didn't catch it.