The next day, Song Shuxi woke up to the sound of her two children humming and laughing.
Wei Jianguo is serious about training.
Take the kids to boxing early in the morning.
When Song Shuqian heard the sound, she quickly got up, changed her clothes, and went out for training.
After exercise, sweat gushes out of your pores. Song Shuxi loves that kind of exhilarating feeling.
After a quick packing, they went out to look for food, of course taking their three dogs with them.
There is a state-owned hotel nearby.
When it comes to ordering food, it’s naturally Song Shuxi who can speak Jinling dialect.
"Four bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, two taels of soup dumplings, four taels of beef pot stickers, and three pieces of rice glutinous rice cakes" is their breakfast.
They are all Jinling's specialties, especially the soup dumplings, which Song Shuqian has been thinking about for a long time.
“There are some rules for eating this soup dumpling. First, lift it gently and move it slowly.
Use chopsticks to gently pinch the edge of the soup dumpling and move it to your bowl. Move slowly, otherwise it will break.
Then we need to poke a small hole on the top of the soup dumpling, which we call opening a skylight.
After opening the skylight, you can put your mouth close to it and gently sip the soup inside. This soup is made from bone broth, which is full of essence.
Then eat the whole soup dumpling. You can eat it directly or add some dipping sauce.
This dipping sauce is a mixture of vinegar and shredded ginger. The ginger flavor is not very strong, you can try it."
After Song Shuxi finished her explanation, she demonstrated how to eat one. She liked to add dipping sauce.
Wei Jianguo tried one first and found it was indeed delicious.
It's just too annoying.
People who are used to eating big Northeastern steamed buns in one bite have to suppress their temper when eating these soup dumplings.
The beef pot stickers are more suitable for him.
Wei Jianguo joked, "Wife, I am a wild boar and cannot eat this fine bran. I will leave this good stuff to you."
Song Shuqian rolled her eyes at him and said, "You have a pure heart. You never get tired of worldly pleasures, but when you encounter elegant things, you are like a fish in a dry field.
I found it strange at first, but after getting to know you, I realized that this is what makes you so lovable.
Besides, eating a bun is just a difference in eating habits, there is no difference between vulgar and elegant. I can eat two big bowls of stewed goose in an iron pot."
Looking at his wife's proud little expression, Wei Jianguo felt like he was drinking a cup of hot tea in the coldest days of winter, warming his body and heart.
His wife is like that. She never thinks there is anything wrong with him and won't allow him to say anything bad about him.
The two children have become accustomed to their parents' clingy nature.
Be able to eat without distraction.
The two of them did as their mother said. They first poked a small hole in the soup, then gently sipped the soup, added a little dipping sauce, and ate it all.
It’s really delicious. I have to tell mom that I want to eat it again tomorrow.
Wei Jianguo divided a large bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup into two halves and gave them to the two children, "Eat slowly, and wash your clothes if they get dirty."
The two children have also become accustomed to their father's different treatment.
Wei Jianguo asked them to eat as much as they wanted, and if they couldn’t finish the food, they could continue eating it at the next meal.
When it came to Song Shuxi, Wei Jianguo had no more requests. She could eat whatever she wanted and give the leftovers to him and he would take care of it.
The double standards are obvious.
An An touched her round belly and said, "Mom, I like Jinling's food, it's delicious."
Song Shuqian rubbed his head and said, "If you like it, just observe how these are made and then go back and make them yourself."
Song Shuxi can't cook these. She learned cooking after getting married, so she can only cook Northeastern dishes, and her best dish is steamed seafood.
She can master the timing of cooking different seafood to ensure the best taste.
After dinner, the family held hands and strolled around the neighborhood.
Look at the houses with white walls and gray tiles, which contrast with the river.
In the sunlight, the water surface ripples, and the white walls and gray tiles form a sharp contrast between light and dark. The bright white walls are like a lit canvas, while the shadows of the gray tiles are like light ink inadvertently dropped by the painter, outlining the contours and layering of the building.
The trees on the shore are an indispensable finishing touch to the painting.
The weeping willows are swaying, intertwining with their reflections in the water.
The two children couldn’t say much, they just felt that the house was very different from the one they lived in in the staff housing estate.
It seems a little bit rougher and more casual there.
Like dad and mom.
In addition, the people here speak in a melodious and graceful voice, like a folk tune.
The people here would sit on the stone steps and beat their clothes with a big stick.
Lele hid in fear next to Wei Jianguo, "Mom, what's wrong with the clothes?"
Song Shuxi didn't keep up with the child's thinking. What could go wrong with clothes?
Wei Jianguo reminded, "Do the laundry."
Song Shuqian understood.
They have a well at home and use a washboard at home. I have never seen this kind of thing.
"This is washing clothes. You use a stick to beat out the dirt in the clothes. Then you rinse them in the river."
Looking at the very simple Confucius Temple in front of her, Song Shuqian was speechless for a moment. How could it be so dilapidated?
Confucius Temple was once a place that was out of her reach.
This was once a sacred place where great scholars gathered.
All of them have great talents and the ambition to build a stable and prosperous country.
Young Song Shuxi had stared at this place in a daze countless times.
Now that she can come in, it's run down.
An An Le Le Le held her hand and called her back to her senses, "Mom, where is this?" "This is Confucius Temple. It's where students studied in the past. It's the same as the Peking University we saw in Beijing. It's a school."
These things are quite sensitive now, so Song Shuqian didn't say a single extra word.
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Just looking at the damaged and demolished buildings, the dilapidated Confucius Statue, the Zunjing Pavilion that had become a cultural center, and the Dacheng Hall that had become a shop, she felt inexplicably angry and trembling with anger. This was once out of her reach.
Song Shuqian took the two children and left quickly.
Seeing all this in Beijing, she could look at it all like an outsider.
She couldn't stand seeing this in Jinling.
She knew that Jinling was the capital of the Yong Dynasty and where she grew up.
Coming here, she felt so familiar because this was where she grew up.
Times have changed, but the feelings for my hometown remain the same.
Fortunately, that feeling comes and goes quickly.
Wei Jianguo brought them to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some delicious food.
"Babyberry, Sucui pear, blueberry", this season in Jinling is the time when fruits are ripe.
These were all new things they had never seen in Huludao.
At the pastry counter, "Osmanthus Sugar Cake, Cloud Cake, Duck Oil Sesame Cake" are all delicacies that have never been seen in other cities.
Go to the candy counter and buy two cents of maltose, then use a small stick to stir it while eating.
Sweet food can cure unhappiness.
The sadness Song Shuqian had just felt had completely disappeared.
He took Wei Jianguo to introduce the former prosperity of the Qinhuai River.
"The Qinhuai River, also known as the Mother River of Jinling, is 110 kilometers long. It has been a gathering place for dignitaries since ancient times.
Mist shrouds the cold water and the moon shrouds the sand. I moor at Qinhuai near a tavern for the night.
The ten miles of Qinhuai River remind me of its heyday, and the Six Dynasties have gone through vicissitudes.
They all say it.
Notable families also like to gather here. The Wuyi Lane over there was the gathering place of the two big families of Wang Dao and Xie An in the past."
Wei Jianguo and his two children listened with fascination.
As if lost in memories, Song Shuqian said, "During the festive season, this area seems like a dreamland.
The lanterns on both sides of the river are as bright as stars, stretching endlessly.
There are exquisite rabbit lanterns, mighty tiger lanterns, lovely lotus lanterns, auspicious carp lanterns, and the most beautiful ones are the annual palace lanterns.
At night, the two banks are brightly lit, with golden and powdered buildings lined up under the light, and pleasure boats shuttled across the river, with the sound of oars and the shadows of lights intertwined. Young men and women are dressed in gorgeous clothes and are full of vigor and vitality. In groups of three or five, they stroll along the shore, some recite poems, some go boating on the lake.
Occasionally you can see river lanterns floating in the river, swaying with the current, carrying the secrets of girls in the boudoir.
Looking up, you will see Kongming lanterns floating by, which are the younger generations praying for the elders in the family.
It is truly a prosperous place. "
Through Song Shuqian's description, Wei Jianguo seemed to feel the prosperity of this place in the past.
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