"Don't just sit there and put your drawing board away quickly."
Tang Tang didn't make any movement yet, but Guan Lang became anxious for her.
Her painting is still attached to the drawing board. If it were any slower, the painting would be soaked by the rain.
If the painting she had worked so hard on was ruined by the rain, Guan Lang would feel sorry for her.
Only then did Tang Tang slowly take the drawing paper off the drawing board, roll it up and put it into the drawing tube.
Fortunately, Guan Lang warned him early and allowed the drawing paper to dry, so he could save it.
Lao Song calmly put the fishing equipment into his bag and whistled like an innocent man.
"Let's go back to the scenic spot to take shelter from the rain. We don't know when the rain will stop." Guan Lang suggested.
The rain fell in patter, splashing high on the surface of the quiet and deep pool, and ripples spread out in circles.
There are puddles in the deep sunken mud, and the plants are washed green in the continuous rain. The picture is so beautiful that it seems unreal.
The gentle wind carrying the raindrops blew by, bringing with it a coolness and earthy fragrance.
It really echoes Zhao Shixiu’s saying that during the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
However, Guan Lang now does not have the luxury to appreciate the lingering rain of yellow plum blossoms in May and June.
His idea of catching two more fish in the afternoon had to be put on hold due to the rainy season.
The annoying rain!
If it weren't for it, he might have successfully completed the mission long ago! It must take the blame for this.
Guan Lang attributed his failure to catch the other two fish to the uncertain weather.
Looking at the lively crucian carp swimming in the small bucket in his hand, Guan Lang decided not to give up and would continue fishing after it rained.
Anyway, there are still ten hours before the end of today.
In the city of Chongjiang, people were crowded in the holes in the city walls and under the narrow eaves of the streets, wherever there was space for people to stand.
Souvenir shops and restaurants are also overcrowded.
Guan Lang and the others arrived relatively late, so they had to walk a little longer and found a small shop selling plum juice in an alley to take shelter from the rain. The alley was remote and there were no other tourists in the alley.
Guan Lang did not take advantage of others and bought three large bowls of sour plum juice as a reward for sheltering from the rain.
With consumption, sitting will not be too embarrassing.
When the three porcelain bowls filled with sour plum juice were served, Guan Lang did not have high expectations for them.
Many of the shops in tourist attractions like this just buy plum juice raw materials online and pack them back to cook.
It’s not that the taste of the soup cooked with raw materials is bad, it’s just that the sour plum soup cooked as a fixed recipe is the same everywhere. If you drink too much, it will be a bit boring, and there will be a little less expectation and surprise.
Moreover, most of the ingredients in the raw material package are not very fresh, and the soup cooked with these bad raw materials will be turbid in color and lack a refreshing taste in the mouth.
Of course, there is another way that is worse than cooking from a package of raw materials, which is to directly buy sour plum paste, sour plum crystals, and plum soup blended with various artificial additives.
Sour plum soup is an enduring and long-established holy product for relieving summer heat. The recipe can be easily found on the Internet.
As early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the ancients knew to use plums to extract sourness to make drinks. By the Ming Dynasty, sour plum juice had developed into many categories, including plum soup, green plum soup, yellow plum soup, etc.
It is said that the recipe of sour plum soup we drink now was invented by Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang. Many sour plum soup craftsmen regard this emperor as their ancestor.
It is said that at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang worked as a small vendor selling ebony plums. At that time, the plague was rampant. Unfortunately, he himself was infected and could not afford to fall ill. When he was dizzy and hot, he smelled the sour odor of ebony plums in the warehouse and immediately felt energetic.
He cheered up a lot, but by some strange mistake, he made a soup using ebony as the main ingredient, hawthorn and licorice, two traditional Chinese medicines, and water. After taking it for a few days, he unexpectedly recovered.
I don’t know whether this piece of unofficial history is true or not, but Emperor Zhu did have a special liking for sour plum soup. As a result, sour plum soup became a daily health-preserving drink in the Ming Dynasty court, and later spread to the people. It has developed to this day and has become a common household drink.
A common drink that relieves heat, quenches thirst, and removes oil and greasiness.
Guan Lang himself has cooked and drank sour plum soup, and he is quite familiar with the secrets inside.
When he saw the color of the sour plum soup that was served, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The color of this bowl of plum soup is thick brown, not the light red color of the blended soup on the market.
And when you smell it, it also has a faint smoky smell.
"This sour plum soup should have a very pure taste." Guan Lang concluded that the sour plum soup would not be bad before he even took a bite.
After hearing this, Tang Tang couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and prepare to taste it.
Old Man Song glanced at Guan Lang strangely. Perhaps he was unconvinced by Guan Lang's confident look and retorted: "You can tell the taste just by looking at it?"
"Yeah." Guan Lang nodded, not commenting on Lao Song's question.
He is a novice at fishing, but he is very good at eating.
Tang Tang was a little curious when he heard the two people "arguing". He put down his spoon and looked at Guan Lang curiously with his big eyes, waiting for an explanation.
"Lao Song, do you smell a faint smoky smell? This smell is because the raw material of ebony plum flavor is smoked, so the plum soup also has this unique flavor. If it is blended
It's sweet, but it's not pure in the mouth, and there's no smoky flavor, so it must be brewed by the store itself, rather than blended with sour plum paste." Guan Lang explained with a smile.
He usually read cooking books when he had nothing to do, and gradually he understood more.
Tang Tang looked at Guan Lang with admiration. He didn't expect that a bowl of sour plum soup would have so many details.
Unlike Tang Tang who cooperated with him, Old Man Song looked like an old thorn.
"Why don't I smell smoke? And even if it is brewed by the store and not blended, the taste is pure?" Lao Song suddenly became incomprehensible.
Guan Lang looked at him strangely, why were there so many questions?
But he continued to explain patiently: "Although the ingredients used to make sour plum soup are similar, the quality and freshness of the ingredients are different. Only high-quality raw materials are boiled together for two hours for two hours to combine black plum, osmanthus, hawthorn,
The flavors of the raw materials such as tangerine peel, licorice and rock sugar are fully cooked, and the color will be rich and dark brown. Looking at the color of the soup in this bowl, you can see that the store has worked hard to brew it, so the taste will not be bad. "
Tang Tang's eyes were even more filled with admiration. She, a snack foodie, had an instinctive reverence for the more sophisticated foodies.
Guan Lang was slightly proud, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Everyone likes this feeling of being admired.
When Lao Song caught a glimpse of this scene, he nodded slightly, as if he was pretending to be a fool.
It was only because he looked at Guan Lang as before and had the affection for his nephew that he was so interested in her.
The three of them moved the spoons, took a spoonful and put it into their mouths.
The plum soup is mellow in the mouth, with a hint of ice, cooling the heart and spleen.
The soup has a light herbal flavor and the aroma of osmanthus, but it is not bitter at all. It feels like a black plum has exploded on the tip of the tongue. After one sip, one can't help but take another spoonful.
The sound of dripping rain can be heard. In this humid plum rain season, it is particularly pleasant to sit in a quiet and quiet alley and slowly drink sour plum soup.