The high-speed train crosses mountains and rivers, and passes through the cold winter. Ice and snow fall on the windows, but they are quickly left behind by the speeding high-speed train.
When you come out of the high-speed rail station, the world outside is full of lights and feasting.
The heavy snow has been cleared away by hard-working people, and the water on the ground was originally intended to condense into ice, giving everyone a surprise.
But as people walked around, the small ice particles that had just appeared melted immediately.
After leaving the high-speed rail station, countless taxi drivers were waiting here.
Greet guests to board the car.
Ye Gui shook his head. This was not the first time he came to the city of Chang'an, so he was very familiar with it.
I took a bus and walked towards my destination.
"I found that I didn't go to the famous snack streets in the places I went before, such as Hubu Alley in Jiangcheng and Confucius Temple in Jinling, but the Muslim Street in Chang'an is still worth a visit!"
“Although Muslim Street is now full of commercial atmosphere, there are still many authentic traditional delicacies!”
Ye Gui sat on the bus and looked at the scenery outside the window.
The scenery on the street is very beautiful, and the colorful lights attract customers to come.
The merchant also very considerately prepared a stove for guests to keep warm.
Just like Jiangcheng’s hot dry noodles are everywhere in the streets, Chang’an’s Roujiamo is also available everywhere.
Except for the Roujiamo in some Internet celebrity shops, most of the Roujiamo are very delicious.
Because they are all made by our own family, you and I are ordinary people, why do we need to hurt each other?
Only capital doesn’t take people seriously.
The only people who can take people seriously are people!
After a period of taxiing, the bus finally arrived at Muslim Street.
As the most famous street, Muslim Street is synonymous with liveliness.
From morning to night, there are almost everyone!
"Ah, I smelled a very strong smell of Roujiamo the moment I came here!"
“In addition to Roujiamo, there are also various types of beef and mutton, all of which have a rich flavor!”
Ye Gui took a deep breath: "It happens to be cold, let's find some food to fill our stomach first!"
"That must be Roujiamo, and Roujiamo is meat-filled bun!"
“Even though Roujiamo is just three characters, these three characters represent a very rich history!”
"The Roujiamo is divided into the 'cured Roujiamo' which uses Baiji buns, Baoji Xifu's Roujiamo is made by adding vinegar to the meat sauce, and Tongguan's Tongguan Roujiamo!"
"The one that everyone eats the most and the one that is most heard about is probably the Tongguan Roujiamo!"
"If you want to talk about the difference between these Roujiamo, one is the ingredients used. Baoji Roujiamo is Roujiamo with vinegar in it. The difference between Baiji Mo and Tongguan Roujiamo is the use of meat from Baiji Mo.
The steamed bun looks whiter, it is a piece of pure white steamed bun with meat sandwiched between it!"
"Tongguan Roujiamo is brown in appearance, with clear stripes, and is layered inside. The cake body is swollen, the skin is crispy and tender, and the heat is perfect. It is best to eat it at a temperature that is hot to the touch, and the authentic Lao Tongguan Roujiamo is a hot bun.
Filled with cold meat, the cake is crispy and meaty, refreshing but not greasy!"
"First, we randomly select a lucky merchant to try their Roujiamo. Is it authentic?"
As he said that, Ye Gui saw a Roujiamo restaurant.
What attracted him to this Roujiamo restaurant was that the chopping board used to cut the meat was recessed.
"Damn it, this chopping board is probably older than my father!"
"Good son, daddy tells you that this guy is one year younger than me. Knock on the chopping board and call him uncle!"
"roll!"
While everyone was talking, there were already customers rushing ahead of Ye Gui to buy Roujiamo.
The boss first took out a steamed bun with golden lines from a steamer, put the steamed bun on an iron pot to heat it slightly, and then cut it horizontally with a knife.
The bun was immediately split into two, and a lot of residue fell down.
Seeing this scene, Ye Gui shook his head: "This steamed bun has been cooked for too long, and it's a bit crispy!"
The boss didn't hear this. He opened the rice cooker again and took out a piece of fat and thin meat as big as a child's fist.
The piece of meat was thrown into the middle of the chopping board and slashed with a kitchen knife several times.
This piece of meat fell apart immediately.
The color of the shredded meat is still whitish, but the color on the surface is very dark.
Ye Gui shook his head: "The meat is not marinated in the right time at all!"
The boss put the buns against the meat and used a kitchen knife to transfer all the meat dumplings.
"Wouldn't this be a wooden horse?"
"Me too, are you really not going to be able to eat this?"
"I don't dare to eat it anyway. It doesn't matter if I change the chopping board. Why bother looking for gimmicks in this matter? The real taste is more important than anything else!"
The boss packed the roujiamo, poured a spoonful of marinade on the meat, and gave it to the customer.
"Beauty, your Roujiamo is ready!"
The girl took the meat buns and left. Ye Gui originally wanted to go up, but he stared at the beauty and followed directly.