Chapter 503

Seeing that they really couldn't drink any more, the old man suggested:

"Try soaking the doughnuts in it and see if you can. You might like it. The smell isn't as strong! The doughnuts are fried in oil and are very fragrant!"

Su Miao and Su Yuanzheng soaked the doughnuts in soy milk before eating them, but they were barely able to swallow them. However, if they were eaten directly, they tasted very delicious.

The old man started to talk to them and explain to them the snack that made them proud.

Fried dough rings are also known as "little oil ghosts". The rings are as small as bracelets, golden in color, and fried until crispy and fragrant.

The history of Jiaoquan can be traced back to the Northern Song Dynasty. Su Dongpo, a famous gourmet, once wrote a poem that is later considered to be the first product advertising poem in history:

"Slender hands rubbed it into jade, and green oil fried it into a tender yellow. The spring sleep at night was light and heavy, and the beautiful woman was wrapped in gold on her arm."

In the end, the fried dough sticks and sesame cakes were all eaten, but the two bowls of "soy milk" were wasted.

Because they really can't drink it. For those who can't accept this unique taste, insisting on drinking it is almost like suffering.

While eating, Su Yuanzheng said to his daughter, "Miao Miao, although the fried dough sticks and sesame cakes are very fragrant, they are very hot. I need to make some soup to cool down my body when I get home tonight. I wonder if there are any wolfberry leaves for sale in the market here."

"It seems that we in the south eat more wolfberry leaves, but less in the north. Let's go to the vegetable market and find out the prices here."

The two people who came out of the small shop felt a little disappointed. Su Yuanzheng said to his daughter: "Miaomiao, I feel a little hungry. How about we find something else to eat?"

"Okay, Dad, what do you want to eat?"

"Eh? There seems to be quite a long line up in front, let's go check it out!"

Su Yuanzheng, who didn't believe in evil, took his daughter to a crowded breakfast shop on the roadside.

Looking at the mottled price tag, Su Yuanzheng seemed much more cautious this time:

"How about some sugar-coated pancakes? Tofu pudding? They sound more normal. Tofu pudding should be our tofu pudding, it shouldn't be bad. Okay, I'll take these two."

Su Miao looked at his father who was eagerly paying. Tofu pudding? Hmm... not necessarily.

really……

"Ah? Why is this tofu pudding black? Did you put brown sugar in it? We always put white sugar in it. Let me try it first. Miaomiao! This tofu pudding is salty!!!"

Su Miao said to his shocked father, "Oh! I forgot! Jiayin told me before that they like to eat salty tofu pudding here."

She took a bite and nodded, "It's actually not bad. It's a bit like the tofu soup we make, but the taste is a little different."

Su Yuanzheng felt like his worldview was about to collapse. Huh? The differences between the north and the south were truly enormous!

Su Miao understood her father's shock very well. After all, in her previous life, when she heard her college roommate say that their family added chopped green onions, coriander and chili oil to their tofu pudding, her eyes widened like bells.

Compared to tofu pudding, sugar and oil cakes are much more compatible. A cake is bigger than your head, and it is added with brown sugar and fried. It is hard to imagine that it tastes bad.

After being fried, the sugar becomes crispy, forming a layer of sugar crispness. The dough in the middle is very thick and chewy, but it does not make people feel too sweet.

The father and daughter ate with gusto, but Su Yuanzheng still couldn't let go of the "heat" issue. He felt that if he continued to eat like this, he would soon get a sore throat, so he would have to cook some porridge tomorrow to nourish his stomach.

This little episode about breakfast became an unforgettable memory of their trip to Beijing, and also allowed them to more deeply appreciate the differences and charm of regional culture.

The focus of today is still shopping. Su Yuanzheng feels that he will have plenty of time to stay in Beijing in the future, so he can slowly explore the tourist attractions. Now he has to arrange the trivialities of life before he can settle down.

So, the Su family father and daughter, with bulging pockets, under the guidance of Jiayin and Ziyi, bought all the big and small items they needed for their home.

The tricycle, refrigerator and television were all brought in and installed.

I also went to the nearest big vegetable market and bought a lot of vegetables. I also prepared all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and planned to eat it at home tonight.

The package sent from Yongcheng contained a jar of tightly wrapped sour bamboo shoots. Using the sour bamboo shoot juice in this jar as a base, more sour bamboo shoots can be "bred".

Knowing that Su Yuan was going to make pork offal for his old friend tonight, Jiayin and Ziyi were overjoyed and worked even harder.

They loved this flavor when they were in Nanning, but they haven’t been able to eat it for so long since they came back to Beijing, and they miss it so much!

Steaming hot dishes were placed on the table, including Laoyou pork offal, as well as some special dishes from Nanning.

"Come on! Let's try it. Even though the kitchen has been changed, does the food still taste the same as in Yongcheng?"

Jiayin and Ziyi were already drooling, so they started eating without hesitation.

The two of them picked up the pork offal and put it in their mouths. The pork offal had different tastes. The sour and spicy bamboo shoots were appetizing. The rich sauce jumped on the tip of the tongue, stimulating the taste buds. The familiar taste instantly bloomed in the mouth.

“It’s so delicious, exactly the same as what I had in Nancheng. Maybe because I haven’t eaten it in so long, I even think it tastes better!”

Tang Ziyi ate with big mouthfuls and praised.

Jiayin also nodded and praised:

"Uncle Yuan's cooking skills are incredible. The pickled bamboo shoots taste so authentic, I feel like I could have eaten three bowls of rice with them. Luckily, my parents weren't here, or they would have definitely been scrambling to eat them."

Uncle Yuan, Miaomiao, my parents originally wanted to come visit, but they had some family matters and couldn't leave, so they said they would come back in a few days."

Tang Ziyi raised his hand and said, "My parents too! They want to come and eat... No, they want to visit too!"

Jiayin burst out laughing and said, "Since Ziyi came back, he always praises your family's food in front of Uncle Tang and Aunt Tang, which arouses their curiosity."

Jiayin's parents are very familiar with the Su family, but as for Tang Ziyi's parents, I had only heard that they had a complicated background. They should have eaten all kinds of delicious food, but I didn't expect that they would be interested in their own food.

Su Yuanzheng said somewhat embarrassedly:

"This is just my ordinary cooking skill. It's not worth coming here specially for a meal. I might disappoint them. Don't praise me too much!"

"It's okay, Uncle Yuan. My parents have the same taste as me. Whatever I like, they will definitely like even more! Aren't you planning to open a shop? I'll ask my parents to ask someone to help you find a shop, so you can save a lot of trouble."

Ji Ling Miao's ears twitched. Wow, these two families are veritable local tyrants! Wouldn't it be better to have their help than to wander around like a headless fly?

So he fawningly picked up some food for Jiayin and Ziyi:

"Hey, brothers and sisters! Eat as much as you like! Uncles and aunts, please come anytime when it's convenient for you! We welcome you warmly with open arms!"

Seeing her smile that looked worthless, Jiayin and Ziyi both laughed and cursed: "You little bastard! You're the only one who's smart!"

But they also ate up all the food she picked up with pampering.