My secret love for Bai Yueguang turned out to be my blind date

Chapter 257

October 10th, Beijing, Huguo Temple.

At this moment, in front of Su Ye, Ma Xi, Xu Qingyuan and the others were three bowls of whitish bean juice and brightly fried burnt rings.

"Chinese people are in awe of food, otherwise they would not say that the people regard food as their heaven, and that every porridge and meal should be thought of as hard-won."

Su Ye sighed, "Senior brother, what about the two of us?"

Ma Xi chuckled, "You two can't do it. You have been in the capital for more than ten years, and you still haven't gotten used to drinking soy milk? In order to take care of you two, I also specially ordered hot soy milk. The taste is not so strong, so drink it while it is hot."

Soybean juice, the delicacy of the old capital, appetizing and relieving the heat, is famous for its taste like swill.

And the theme of this issue is exactly: food.

Su Ye and Xu Qingyuan gritted their teeth and took a sip, then put on pain masks
"Food is special to Chinese people. It carries the memories of Chinese people. Just like the eggplant box radish balls fried around the stove during the Chinese New Year, food is our childhood that we can never go back; I can’t eat the bowl of noodles tasted at home, and food has become our nostalgia; I think everyone has a dish in memory, which is a dish that their parents have made since they were young. It may be stewed ribs, or it may be A plate of ordinary hot and sour potato shreds, the food has become a taste of home; it may also be that we are in a difficult period of time, we can only rely on instant noodles to survive, and the bread in the supermarket is discounted before the deadline, and the food has become a witness of our embarrassment.”

Xu Qingyuan frowned, "Old Ma, although what you said was very touching, I really can't be moved when I face soybean juice."

"Look at my junior brother, he drank it one gulp at a time. At such an advanced age, he doesn't have any kung fu to nourish his qi."

"Senior brother, don't praise me, I just come here and I will be at ease." Su Ye unhurriedly broke off the focal ring, imitating the way the people around him, soaked in soybean milk before eating, "Everyone from China is here , harming people."

Ma Xi laughed loudly, "Since everyone is here, can I share with you the most impressive food?"

"The most delicious food in my life is dumplings stuffed with chives and eggs and sweet and sour pork ribs. My mother made big dumplings for me since I was a child. Sweet and sour pork ribs are the first dish that Bai Zhi made for me."

Ma Xi and Xu Qingyuan: How can they eat dog food anytime?

"But what I want to share is fish."

"Oh?" Ma Xi was a little curious.

Su Ye smiled and said, "Actually, I love fish, but I only found out after many years. Everyone learned a word 'xian' when they were young. It is composed of fish and sheep, which is enough to show that the taste is very good. But when I was young, because of family conditions , I can rarely eat it, to be precise, a few times, or at the wedding banquet, but the practice of squirrel mandarin fish is more, and it doesn’t feel fresh. Until many years later, the first time I ate steamed sea bass, Shocked to heaven."

Ma Xi and Xu Qingyuan couldn't help smiling kindly when they heard Su Ye's story. In fact, everyone has this experience more or less.

"What I want to share with this story is that food is amazing. We try our best to make it as delicious as possible, but when you eat it in people's mouth, it can be joy, surprise, sadness, pain, and so on."

"What is unforgettable is never the food, but our relationship." Xu Qingyuan felt a little sentimental, but the next words ruined the atmosphere just now, "But drinking soy milk will definitely only feel painful."

Ma Xi said helplessly, "Then let's change places to chat and eat shabu-shabu."

"Hahaha, it should have been like this long ago."

"It's not a big restaurant like Donglaishun, or a small restaurant in an alley, but I've been eating here since I was a child, and I guarantee it's authentic."

"It's a small shop like this that tastes good." Xu Qingyuan became happy.

Su Ye's heart moved, "Brother, it's convenient for me to call Bai Zhi over for a meal. We'll record the show later and let her eat by herself."

"Why, miss her?"

"No, Bai Zhi doesn't like meat, and she's bored at home by herself. Since senior brother said there is a delicious shop, I thought I'd let her try it too."

"Then come on, it doesn't take much trouble. It's rare that you can think about her all the time. Senior brother will definitely help you."

Xu Qingyuan sighed silently, the shabu shabu that he was looking forward to was no longer delicious.
Lao Zhang Shabu, with an unpretentious name, is a small shop with only seven or eight tables.

At this moment, the charcoal fire made the copper pot red, and a piece of mutton appeared from time to time in the tumbling soup.

The three of them had boiled the sesame paste with water and added leek sauce. This is the proper way to eat meat in the capital. When the meat is cooked, the three pairs of chopsticks will start directly.

The three of them were not outsiders, they were not polite, and they didn't talk about politeness. They just kept their heads down and did it without saying anything. After eating two catties of mutton, the three of them began to talk slowly.

"In the early years, I heard that big shops like Donglaishun had special sheep pens, which were eaten and killed immediately, and the emphasis was on freshness. At that time, someone could treat guests to a meal of boiled lamb, and they had to wait for this meal without eating for a day. Now the conditions are good. Not only has a meal of hot-boiled mutton become commonplace, even lobster and abalone can be eaten by ordinary families. However, some old traditions have been passed down, such as winter cabbage, which is the same throughout the north." Xu Qingyuan brought up the topic.

Su Ye continued, "So to some extent, food also carries history. In the old age, there is nothing to eat, and in winter, we rely on radish and cabbage to survive the winter. This is the same as Sichuan and Chongqing eat water. In the early years, these places were wharves. Coolies earn a living here, and the rich people look down on meat, but for the coolies, it is a rare food that replenishes their physical strength and can see meat, so they cook it with heavy flavors to supplement nutrition, and it is only later that they enter the Daya Hall. Let’s talk about Guizhou Province In ancient times, most of the mountains were inconvenient for transportation and had little salt, so Chili dipped in water for food in Guizhou province.”

Ma Xi raised her eyebrows suddenly, "Junior Brother, if you were simply a diner, would you think the hot pot in Rongcheng in your hometown is better or the hot pot in Beijing?"

Although Su Ye didn't know what Ma Xi was planning, he wouldn't make a judgment lightly, "I think each has its own merits, and hot pot is not just these two types, there are side stoves in Guangdong Province, hot pot with congee bottom, and hot pot in Guizhou Province. The sour soup fish hot pot and beef hot pot in Yunnan Province, the mushroom hot pot in Yunnan Province, and the sauerkraut and white meat hot pot in Northeast China are all delicious. To a certain extent, food represents character. Sichuan and Chongqing love spicy food, so the people here are very enthusiastic. She has a hot temper, and we call her hot girl. The food in Northeast China is very generous, so the people here are very generous.”

Unexpectedly, Ma Xi showed a smile like this before, "Little brother, you are dishonest now, I want to hear the truth, so let's interview a random diner."

As soon as the camera turned, Jiang Baizhi, who was sitting in the corner and silently eating melons, appeared in the camera. At this moment, she was like a little squirrel with a bulging mouth.

This is exactly the effect that Ma Xi wanted for the show!

"Oh, what a coincidence, Bai Zhi, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Why didn't Jiang Baizhi know that this was the effect of the show, and she blinked innocently, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet senior brother here."

"Bai Zhi, Su Ye is dishonest, so tell me, is the spicy hot pot in your hometown delicious or the hot pot in our capital?"

"I think each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and hot pot is not limited to these two types, such as side stove and porridge bottom hot pot in Guangdong Province."

Ma Xi quickly interrupted, "I want you to answer, not to repeat Su Ye's words."

Jiang Baizhi smiled and said, "Brother, don't you know what it means to be a husband who sings a wife?"

Ma Xi's mouth grew wide, and the effect of the show was full
(End of this chapter)