"It's more satisfying than hotpot!" Jian Yunxi dragged Chen Shasha and Song Xing into the crowded shop. The mottled posters on the wall were printed with the shouts of old Beijing.
The proprietress was just opening the lid of the pot. In the bubbling broth, the roasted pork had absorbed all the juice. The lungs and large intestine were faintly visible in the red oil, and the aroma mixed with coriander and mashed garlic went straight into the nose.
"That's it. I've seen it on Zhao Yiran's Penguin Space before!"
"Zhao Yiran is also in Beijing?"
"Well, I came with my brother for the Qingming Festival."
Jian Yunxi didn't know either, because she didn't even have the contact information of Song Mian and Zhao Yiran, not to mention that she was not really familiar with them.
Chen Shasha hesitated and didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks. She had never eaten large intestine before.
But seeing that Song Xing and Jian Yunxi were eating so happily, she resolutely picked up a piece of large intestine and put it into her mouth. The moment she bit it, the casing was chewy and the inside was soft and sticky, and the marinade mixed with garlic and spicy peppers exploded on the tip of her tongue.
Her eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped because of the heat, but she was reluctant to let go: "Hiss - this is more addictive than hot pot!"
"It doesn't stink at all, right?" Jian Yunxi was also afraid to eat it for the first time, fearing that it would have a strange taste. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he was worrying too much.
Jian Yunxi also ordered three bowls of fried liver with steamed buns.
“This is also a Beijing specialty, stir-fried liver.”
"This...how can this be called fried liver?" Chen Shasha asked in surprise. It was clearly a thick soup.
Jian Yunxi took a bite of the freshly-cooked bun, dipped it in the sauce of the fried liver, and said with a smile: "The fried liver in old Beijing is characterized by 'thickening but not watering, and the aroma of garlic'. It is said to be fried, but it is actually boiled. In the past, old Beijingers would hold the bowl, without chopsticks, and just sip it in circles. It was so exciting!"
Chen Shasha has really broadened her horizons.
Jian Yunxi booked a triple room, which was very convenient. After washing up, they sat on the bed and chatted.
"Xixi, how are you and Lu Yang?"
“It’s pretty good.”
"That's great. After all, it's better to be in love with high school classmates. You and Sasha are the same."
I don’t know why Song Xing made such an exclamation, but Jian Yunxi had a hunch that something must have happened to her.
"Xingxing, what happened?"
"I also had a relationship that ended in failure."
"ah?"
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