Chapter 1203 Three bowls of steamed buns, more spicy
To the south of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi Province, there are continuous hills and ravines, and a piece of loess is blown up by wind and dust. Stepping on the dry land leaves a clearly visible string of large yellow footprints. A long stretch extends to the end of the hoof prints in the distance, where a small donkey can be seen.
Riding on it was an old man with a cowboy hairstyle and a drab gray robe.
"I ride on a white horse and go through three passes... I change into plain clothes and return to the Central Plains..." The old man on the donkey shook his head and half-squinted while humming a tune that he had only learned one song in his life, like
It was like a shoddy repeater repeating those old words over and over again.
The donkey under the old man's crotch raised its head at this time and saw the outline of a city appearing on the horizon of the high loess slope in the distance. The donkey snorted happily and then moved its four hooves "bah, bah".
Running wildly along the dirt road.
"Slow down, slow down, what are you so anxious about, you beast? You are just a donkey and you are doing something galloping with me. All the food in your mouth is dirt. You flat-haired beast, can you please slow down?"
"The old man on the donkey's back stretched out his hand, raised a willow stick, flicked the donkey's butt, and cursed angrily.
After a long time, the outline of the city gradually became clear, and a touch of the atmosphere of the ancient capital came to my face. The ancient city of Xi'an was right in front of me.
Before entering the city of Xi'an, the old man in khaki robes jumped off the donkey's back, held the reins and stood still, looking back at the disappearing Loess Plateau behind him.
After a long time, the old Taoist turned around and led the donkey into the city, leaving a desolate tone floating into the loess plateau behind him.
"People eat dirt all their lives, and in the end they will inevitably eat people once."
"Bata, bata, bah" the old man led the donkey into the city of Xi'an and strolled through the streets and alleys. Pedestrians on the road couldn't help but smile and look sideways at this scene. It was really the calf licking hair style and the calf licking hair on the old man's head.
A dusty gray color that is dirty but not rubbish
The Taoist robe and the donkey beside him are too nondescript. He is said to be a Taoist priest, but he has a three-quarter hairdo and a shiny hair style with low-quality hair oil. He is said to be not a Taoist priest, but he wears a very simple style.
Taoist robes make people laugh when they see them.
The old Taoist priest didn't take it seriously. He led the donkey and wandered all the way to Huiminfang, stopped at Xiyang City, then walked into a small alley, and finally stopped in front of a small door and tied the reins.
He landed on a stone and walked into a small shop with his hands behind his back.
There is a signboard hanging outside the door of the small shop, which reads "Lao Mi's Steamed Buns". There are only four tables inside, the tabletops are shiny and dirty, and there are a few elderly people sitting on two tables.
Locals in Xi'an have a saying about eating steamed buns, outsiders eat from Lao Sun's family in Dongguanzheng Street, Xi'an people eat from Lao Mi's family, but people in Huimin Street in Fangshang eat from Lao Liu's family.
The most famous one is that everyone who comes from Lao Sun's family goes there to eat. But to say which one has the most authentic taste, it has to be Lao Mi's. But what few people know is Lao Mi's steamed buns hidden deep in this alley.
It was the retired Mr. Mi who drove around to pass the time when he had nothing to do. As for the business that was interrupted in Xiyang City, it was his son who took over.
In terms of authenticity and taste, of course I am the most particular here.
"Old Mi Tou, come to a bowl of steamed buns and add more spicy pepper," the old Taoist said while sitting at an empty table and stretching his neck.
In the kitchen, an old man in his seventies with gray hair walked out of the kitchen. He was slightly bowed. When he saw the old Taoist priest on the table, he was startled. Then he nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, uh, that's it."
I'm going to bring you a hot bowl." A few minutes later, Lao Mi Tou served it himself.
He carefully placed a steaming bowl of steamed buns on the table. His hands were stained with oil stains from the bowl, and he rubbed them on his apron carelessly. He sat down on the stool and said eagerly: "
You haven't been here for a while, are you going to do something wrong?"
The old Taoist priest picked up a pair of chopsticks, put his hand into the bowl and stirred it twice, blowing on the hot air, picked up a large piece of mutton with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
"Hey, Mr. Mi, why do you make the steamed buns on this old street so much fuller than the ones here? You are not authentic." The old man at the table next to him looked over with a dissatisfied look on his face.
Lao Mitou raised his eyebrows and said in a loud voice: "What, what? I just want to do it, but do you want you to be more careful about it?"
The old men all laughed and didn't care. They were all regular customers. The old people in Xi'an had been eating steamed buns with rice heads all their lives. They might still be thinking about this bite before paying for the coffin.
The old Taoist priest said while eating: "I'm too lazy. There are not many people going down the mountain. I'm too old and don't like to move. If you have a stutter, it's fine. I don't want to come all the way to eat a bowl of steamed buns here."
Lao Mi Tou immediately became unhappy and said righteously: "What are you talking about? I want to eat it. What can I do if you just say something and go to the mountains with mutton soup and steamed buns? I'll give it to you."
So what if I do it for a few days?”
The old Taoist priest's mouth was full and he muttered: "As long as you have a heart, it's good, as long as you have a heart."
Lao Mitou sighed and said: "You have saved dozens of people in our Lao Mi family. How can a bowl of steamed buns be worth your great kindness? I really wish you could come to my place to eat one every day."
A bowl of steamed buns, haha, I miss you so much if you haven’t been here for a long time."
An old man next to him asked in a friendly manner: "Old Mi Tou, is this your family's benefactor?"
"Yes, yes." Old Mi Tou nodded hurriedly, puffed up his chest and said, "Without my great benefactor, how would the current Lao Mi family be, and how would we not have the steamed buns that you bunch of bad old men eat every day? You have to thank him too."
A few old men looked over suspiciously, and one asked: "Seeing as he is about the same age as you, how can I repay you for being so old? How much of a favor is this?"
Lao Mi glanced at Lao Dao, then turned around and said in a low voice: "When I saw him more than 20 years ago, he looked like this. If you don't want to call you Lao, why don't you call him Sazi?"
Several old men immediately shook their heads in disbelief and curled their lips and said, "That's nonsense."
Lao Mi Tou stretched his neck just in time to fight with them. The old Taoist priest tapped the bowl with his chopsticks and said, "Have another bowl."
Lao Mi Tou immediately became happy and said quickly: "Okay, let's have another bowl."
The old Taoist priest picked up a toothpick from the table and picked his yellowed teeth, burped with satisfaction, then took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one comfortably, humming the old tune again.
Not long after waiting, the second bowl of steamed buns was served, and Lao Mitou asked again: "How is that little kid doing now? But I haven't seen him for many years. His favorite food in the past was the steamed buns from E's family.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.”
The old Taoist priest paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and then said: "It's okay, it's okay."
After saying that, the old Taoist seemed to sigh inexplicably, his eyes were slightly red, and he ate the steaming steamed buns with chopsticks. After about ten minutes, he finished the bowl of steamed buns, and the old Taoist rubbed his stomach and thought for a while.
Then he said: "Let's have another bowl, add more spicy food."
Lao Mitou was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hand and said: "You can't eat any more, there are two big bowls, how can you bear it if you eat more?"
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The old Taoist shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm just going to eat this last bowl. If I want to eat again, I might not have time."
Lao Mi Tou was stunned again, and then said cautiously: "Are you going to go back to the mountains and not come down? Otherwise, if you want to eat later, I can go to the mountains. If I can't walk anymore, let me go."
Go ahead”
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later."
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