51 Pan-fried Lamb Intestines
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Xie Linchuan stood in front of the Xue family's gate, shook the black whip in his hand, and was a little surprised.
This Xue family is so well-dressed, how come their family is so shabby? The black paint on the gate is almost peeling off.
He tilted his head slightly, letting the cool snow brush against his stern features, and asked Pinglin for confirmation: "Is this the place?"
Pinglin nodded and immediately started blabbering: "It's right here. Mr. Xue is the youngest son of the Xue family, Chengping..."
Xie Linchuan was impatient and too lazy to listen to his nagging. He kicked the door open and left like an arrow.
"Hey! Master!" Pinglin jumped anxiously, "There's a living Buddha in there!"
Xie Linchuan walked into the yard.
The surroundings were quiet, the tall pines still green. A little boy was quietly sweeping fallen leaves under the porch.
He was about to arrest the man and question him when he saw an old man with gray hair coming out of the second courtyard. Although his hair was white and his skin was wrinkled, and he looked very old, his expression was serious and he was dignified without being angry.
Xie Linchuan was stunned when he saw him.
"Censor Xue?"
Xue Lian is the most upright person in the Censorate.
On that day, in the Tanzhou Zhenzhu corruption case, it was he who carried the coffin to the court and forced Emperor Chengping to lift the fig leaf of the Ministry of Revenue.
But compared to Jiang Yuan, this person is too old-fashioned and pedantic. Whenever he sees something "against the rules", he will make a remonstration.
Pampered young men like Xie Linchuan had often been drowned in his saliva.
That time, a second-generation official surnamed Qin tried to rape a little girl, but Xie Linchuan kicked him and broke his leg.
After Xue Lian found out, he sued both his father, Qin, and Xie Linchuan, accusing the former of poor parenting and the latter of lawlessness...
It turns out that Xue Qi is the son of the censor Xue Lian?
Xue Lian was also surprised and said unhappily, "Why is Master Xie visiting my humble abode instead of drinking in Fengle Tower?"
The two of them are old rivals.
Xie Linchuan thought to himself: This old man is not easy to deal with, it is better to have less trouble than more.
He looked around, touched his nose and said, "I have something to talk to your young master Xue Qi."
He thought his words were polite and righteous. Unexpectedly, Xue Lian flew into a rage, gritting his teeth and saying, "That rebellious son has nothing to do with my Xue family!"
Xie Linchuan was stunned.
Old man Xue looked similar to when his father scolded him.
I don’t know how Xue Qi, who always smiles at everyone he sees, could have offended him.
Just as I was curious, I saw a man and a woman walking hand in hand outside the gate.
The man was wearing a green velvet cloak with a flying fish pattern and had a smile on his face. He was none other than Xue Qi. The woman was wearing a satin jacket decorated with gold and had deep brows and eyes. She did not look like someone from the Central Plains.
Servants also came in one after another, carrying various boxes and gift boxes.
Xue Qi bowed to Xie Linchuan and said, "Prince Xie is here too? Is he here to celebrate my father's birthday as well?" He did not mention anything about what happened at the Xinghua Restaurant before.
Xie Linchuan thought to himself: This guy can actually endure what ordinary people can't. He couldn't help but curl his lips and looked at him straight in the eye for the first time.
Before he could even open his mouth, Xue Lian shouted, "You evil creature! Who allowed you to enter the Xue family?" He glared at the girl, "And you, you witch! Get out of here!"
It turned out that after Xue Qi passed several imperial examinations, he resigned from his official position and went to the Liao Kingdom to do business.
By chance, he met Xiao Yali, the daughter of a Liao noble. They fell in love and secretly decided to spend their lives together.
But for a man like Xue Lian, who already regarded his youngest son's abandonment of his official position to go into business as a heinous crime, how could he tolerate him having an uninvited affair with a Liao woman?
Xiao Yali tilted her head with an innocent expression and said to Xue Qi in broken Chinese, "What did he say? I don't understand a word he said."
Xue Qi shook her hand, smiled, and said to Xue Lian shamelessly:
"Father, please don't be angry. When I came in, I saw the main door wide open, and I thought you knew I was coming and were waiting there on purpose."
After hearing this, Xie Linchuan felt a pang in his heart.
He was so smart that he had already figured out the general idea from the few words exchanged between the father and son.
Seeing Xue Lian's two glares piercing him like sharp swords, he touched his nose and said thoughtfully, "This is my fault. I pushed the door a little too hard."
The two of them sang the same tune, as if it were really true. And Xue Lian, who was standing by, was almost helpless and furious!
Because Xie Linchuan, an outsider, was present, he couldn't get angry, so he turned around and walked angrily into the inner courtyard.
Xue Qi followed closely behind him: "Father, please be careful not to fall."
"If you fall, and my brothers are away on duty, it will be me, your unfilial son, and Yali, your unfilial daughter-in-law, who will have to take care of you."
When Xue Lian heard this, he was so angry that his beard was crooked, but his pace really slowed down.
Xue Qi and Xiao Yali took the opportunity to hold Xue Lian's arms on the left and right, appearing to be pious but actually being mischievous, and held him together as they walked forward.
Xie Linchuan folded his arms and watched from behind, he was so happy.
Only his youngest son could make the famous Censor Xue so angry that he was speechless. It was a pity that Zhu Ming didn't see this scene, so that he could vent his anger.
At this moment, Mo Shan came running over breathlessly and whispered in Xie Linchuan's ear, "Master Liu from the Lin'an Prefecture Office has something urgent to discuss with you."
Master Liu is Liu Changfeng, the eldest princess’ old friend and his master.
The master never changes his expression even when faced with a huge crisis. If he says there is something urgent, it must be a big deal.
It just so happened that Xie Linchuan was too lazy to look into the Xue family’s trivial matters, so he just walked away.
Xue Qi escorted his father inside, but then chased him out again, bowing and saying, "I'm sorry that my family scandal has been exposed today, my lord."
Xie Linchuan stopped, looked him up and down, with a half-smile on his face, and walked out leisurely.
He suddenly felt that Xue Qi was somewhat interesting.
That was just at the Xinghua Restaurant...
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
The storm was thus settled, and we will not mention it for now.
On the second day of the winter month, when Wang Huiniang returned to the Xinghua Restaurant from the market, she had a letter in her arms.
She looked around.
Hu Zi and Tuan Tuan put their heads together and squatted by the grass by the river, watching intently. They must be helping the girl catch grasshoppers.
She took out the letter and whispered, "Sister, this is a letter from a friend of mine in Bianliang. Could you read it to me?"
Wang Huiniang was illiterate, but because she had worked as a housewife for many years, she had learned some common characters from her son, so generally speaking, she could still read the letters.
Seeing Jiang Qinglan's surprise, she explained, "My friend can't read, so he asked a letter writer on the street to write it for him."
Looking at the incomprehensible handwriting, she speculated, "I guess the handwriter has changed. I can't even understand what he wrote this time."
After hearing this, Jiang Qinglan looked carefully.
When I looked up, I saw the word "sister-in-law".
The first paragraph below reads: "I ask how my sister-in-law and my nephew Hu Zi are doing. Are the pines and cypresses in front of my brother's tomb standing tall and majestic like a canopy? I am in Bianliang, thinking of you every day..."
Jiang Qinglan read it and thought:
Last time in Songlin Village, Sister Hui told me that her husband had died on the battlefield. It was only thanks to a sworn brother named Zheng Wang, who brought his ashes back from a great distance, that his soul was able to return home.
It turns out to be this person.
She said, "Since it's a letter from Hu Zi's uncle, why not have him read it? And then write a reply. Firstly, it would preserve their uncle-nephew relationship, and secondly, it would be a test of his academic performance."
After saying that, he called Hu Zi in.
When Wang Huiniang heard this, her face changed drastically and she quickly waved her hands, "No, no, no, he must not know about this."
Seeing Jiang Qinglan's curiosity, she just said shyly, "Good sister, I will explain it to you in detail later. Just remember this belief first."
Jiang Qinglan looked at it carefully again.
This person rambled on about everything, from the change of the prefect in Bianliang to the opening of a restaurant, to the blue-purple bloom of the water lily in Jinming Lake. He wrote about everything in a rambling way.
The largest amount of space is spent on writing about food.
He said that a kind of noodle called "Zhu Se Jia Zi" is popular in Bianliang nowadays.
The dish is made by cutting root vegetables such as lotus root, eggplant, and gourd into chunks, adding the prepared meat filling, and then steaming or deep-frying them. [1]
Among these "clips", he thought the bamboo shoot and meat clip was the most delicious.
The pork filling should be 40% fat and 60% lean, mixed with chopped wild onions and ginger water, and stuffed between two slices of winter bamboo shoots.
Coat the "clip" with a thin layer of flour and fry it in rapeseed oil.
When eaten, the winter bamboo shoots are fresh, slightly bitter, and soft with a crisp texture.
As for the meat filling, it is neither too fat nor too lean to get stuck in your teeth, and the aroma of wild onions lingers in your mouth.
Bamboo shoots are smaller, so you don’t need to bite them apart like you do with eggplant or lotus root shoots. You can eat one in one bite and never get tired of it.
Jiang Qinglan read it carefully and said with a smile:
"Brother Zheng doesn't mind the high price charged by the calligrapher. Writing so much must cost at least one or two taels of silver."
"The water lilies in Jinming Pond have bloomed; his neighbor's boy has passed the imperial examination; his clerk, Xiao Zhuzi, has grown taller; and the flour he bought from Old Zhang has gone moldy, and he wants to settle the score..."
Wang Huiniang spat, "He's always been a fool!" Then she asked anxiously, "What else did he say?"
Jiang Qinglan then mentioned the bamboo shoot and pork sandwich, adding, "He said he's learned how to make it. He'll come to Lin'an City in a few days and make it for you and Huzi."
Looking at the signature again, I found that this letter was written two months ago.
At that time, the government-run post office was called a horse delivery post office, and generally speaking, it could only deliver official documents, military intelligence, etc. Private mail could only be delivered by caravans traveling between the two places.
But the caravan's whereabouts were unpredictable, and sometimes the next stop would be changed at the last minute, so the letter would be delayed. Perhaps Brother Zheng was already on his way to Lin'an.
After hearing this, Wang Huiniang did not show any joy. Instead, she frowned and her eyes were full of sorrow.
"Write to him and tell him not to come. I'll spend some extra money and have someone I know at the horse-drawn delivery service send it to Bianliang quickly."
Seeing Hu Zi still having fun by the Chunbo River, she took out paper and pen from the counter and urged Jiang Qinglan to write a letter.
Jiang Qinglan could see that this Zheng from Bianliang had feelings for Wang Huiniang. Since she hadn't mentioned it, she didn't point it out, and quickly finished the letter.
Wang Huiniang secretly took it to a horse delivery shop, but on the way she met a boy from a shoe shop who brought back a letter.
Jiang Qinglan saw that the letter was from Xue Qi, and it discussed some business matters. He had chosen Yanqiao City as the location for the first Xueji Auction House, and it would open soon.
Following the chain operation model, Xueji Paihu imitated KFC and formulated the concept of product standardization and service process standardization, but it took the low-end route of Mixue Bingcheng.
The main food is wolf tooth potatoes, rice crust potatoes, French fries, and several kinds of matcha taro drinks.
The waiters are trained uniformly, have uniform clothing and uniform slogans.
The store will open in a few days, so please invite her to visit.
Jiang Qinglan was so happy after reading this. He didn't have to worry about anything, and he had money to share. He almost woke up laughing in his dream!
Of course, she didn't know that someone was annoyed by her like a cat scratching at his heart.
——
Outside the gate of Genshan, a cold wind was blowing.
In the martial arts arena, Mo Shan was walking timidly, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a cold feathered arrow grazed his neck.
Mo Shan touched it, oh my god, blood!
His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, almost peeing his pants!
Pinglin picked up the feather arrow and saw his cowardly look. He wanted to laugh, but then he thought about his own situation and realized that it was not much better, so he couldn't laugh anymore.
The two of them walked in with their heads down. Seeing the cold weather, Xie Linchuan was only wearing a soap-colored singlet and was wiping his sweat with a snow-white towel.
A hundred steps away, in the cold wind, haystacks were lying all over the place, each one full of feather arrows.
Pinglin bowed and stood aside.
As for Mo Shan, his neck was still cold, and he started to shiver when he saw the feather arrow.
But he was always smart and knew that wealth and honor come from taking risks, so he put on a smile and said, "Master, Master Zhu sent someone to say that we should go to Fengle Tower for a drink later. Do you want to go?"
Xie Linchuan's face was still serious. He threw the towel casually and it fell on Mo Shan's head.
"No."
Mo Shan took off his scarf and said with a smile, "Then... do you want to go to the government office and discuss military strategy with Master Liu?"
Xie Linchuan lifted his robe and walked towards the bathroom next door like a whirlwind. "No."
Seeing that someone was about to enter the house, Mo Shan gritted his teeth and poked a hole in the window paper: "Master, I heard that the Chunbo River is frozen. It looks really beautiful standing on the Eight-Character Bridge. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Xie Linchuan stopped, raised his eyelids and looked at him.
What's so good about ice? This guy, did a dog eat his brain?!
However, the Eight-Character Bridge...he did feel a little itchy in his heart.
But……
He felt like a cat was scratching his heart, and he became irritable: "I'm not going anywhere, let's go back to the palace!"
Mo Shan and Ping Lin looked at each other and groaned inwardly.
My God, don't stay home and cause trouble for others! You quarreled with others and it turned into a misunderstanding. Now, you can't bring yourself to make peace. What are you blaming us for?
They have been in a lot of trouble these days.
This gentleman is either dissatisfied with the red flowers or the green grass, and he always finds fault with everything.
Even the gatehouse dog nearly ended up in a pot of dog soup because it barked as he passed by!
The two of them had bitter faces, pushing each other, and no one was willing to go to the bathroom to serve closely.
At that moment, a child came running in, panting with exhaustion. It was Qingfeng, the errand boy from the outer courtyard.
Mo Shan scolded him: "Shh! Keep your voice down! I'm bathing inside. If you disturb his peace, how many lives do you have to pay for it?!"
Qing Feng was not afraid. He took out an envelope and said with a smile, "My two brothers, this is our life-saving talisman! Lord Yang from the government office said that as soon as I see this, I will definitely be happy!"
It turned out that Xie Linchuan was unhappy, which not only caused them to complain, but also made Yang Song rack his brains and jump up and down.
Although Pinglin and Moshan were a little confused, Yang Song was always cautious, so they handed the envelope in.
Xie Linchuan was resting with his eyes closed in the bathtub. When he heard the letter, he lifted his eyelids to take a look.
Pinglin looked at it intently. Hey, that look was like a nail stuck in his head; once he saw it, he couldn't move his eyes away.
Xie Linchuan curled the corners of his lips, and the cat that was scratching in his arms suddenly disappeared.
He stood up suddenly, wiped it roughly with a towel, rolled up his narrow-sleeved shirt and left.
"Prepare the horses, and go to the Eight-Character Bridge to see the ice!"
…
The morning market had passed, and the lunch market had not yet arrived. There was not a single customer in the Xinghua Restaurant. The few people who came were all buying drinks to go.
It was a leisurely time, so Jiang Qinglan picked a bright yellow pomelo to peel.
Speaking of pomelo, you have to cut it into petal-shaped cuts with a knife and then peel it with your hands.
If you peel the fruit directly, the flesh will be damaged and the fruit will be wet when you break it into pieces, which is not only unsightly but also looks dirty.
If you peel it with your hands, firstly, you can get the flesh completely, and secondly, the aroma of the pomelo will spread everywhere, and the fragrance will linger on your fingertips for a long time, which is quite elegant.
This pomelo is quite big. After peeling off the yellow skin, the white flesh inside is about the size of a football.
Even though Jiang Qinglan often flipped the pan in the kitchen and had developed strong hands, he still couldn't break it in half at once.
She lowered her head and said, "Sister Hui, please pass me a towel..." When the snow-white towel came to her, she took it, wiped her hands, and tried again, but still couldn't open it.
"Let me help you." Xie Linchuan leaned forward and looked at her with a smile, very kind and friendly.
It was the dead of winter, but he seemed not afraid at all, and wore a white shirt with a round collar and narrow sleeves and a curly grass pattern.
The biting frosty air around him made his cheeks pale, but his black hair and eyelashes were very thick and black, giving him a kind of wintry handsomeness.
When did he come in? Jiang Qinglan frowned slightly.
Seeing his smiling face, she began to wonder: Did he lose his memory? Or was he suffering from a double-faced disease?
Ignoring Youzi, she clutched the towel tightly in her hand, her clear eyes wary of him, her tone very cold: "I said last time, this place is not fun..."
"Hey, I'm here on business this time." Xie Linchuan interrupted her with a flicker of his eyes.
He took out a piece of paper seriously, and said with a smile:
"There's something wrong with your dental certificate. The householder's name doesn't match, and there's a suspicion of impersonation. According to the Great Song Law, you should be fined one tael of silver."
The license for opening a restaurant was different from the one used for setting up a stall. Wang Hui Niang personally applied for the new business license for the Xinghua Restaurant. She was a prudent person, so how could she make a mistake?
Jiang Qinglan was suspicious and took the certificate with her fingertips. After a closer look, she found that the character "Qing" in her name was missing a dot.
It could be the clerk's carelessness, or it could be the cursive writing.
What's the big deal? He's just looking for trouble!
She sneered in her heart.
It turned out that what Yang Song had sent him was this tooth plaque with a little "flaw".
At this moment, Xie Linchuan saw that Jiang Qinglan was silent, so he took advantage of the situation and pursued him:
"Madam Jiang, I'm at the government office, so I'll help you pay the fine. It's only right that you should treat me to a meal."
After saying that, he sat down on the bench with a lazy smile on his face.
Jiang Qinglan raised his eyes from the tooth post, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. His scoundrel look was really disgusting!
When he's angry, he wants to beat or kill people, playing with their lives. But when he's not concerned, he just brushes it off with a simple word. Why?
In your hands, are human lives really worthless?
"We've sold out all our food," Jiang Qinglan said coldly. She took out the sieve and used a towel to scoop out the white pulp from the pomelo.
Xie Linchuan still had a smile on his face, and he stretched his neck to look at the counter:
"Doesn't the sign say today: Egg custard, lamb intestines, roasted pork belly, orange, pear, and sugar-coated taro balls in water? Everything's on offer..."
Jiang Qinglan didn't even raise his eyelids and said lightly: "Those are not for sale, especially not to you." After that, he shook the towel that had just been used to wipe the table with a "bang".
All of a sudden, some white flying particles floated in the air, which were the tiny inner pulp of the grapefruit stuck on the towel.
There were countless small white fluffs flying in front of his eyes. Xie Linchuan's temples jumped and a nameless fire rose.
Okay, okay, okay, he swallowed his pride and took the initiative to make peace, and this is how she acted.
She was always cheerful and friendly with Lu Fei, Xue Qi, and even random people on the street, but she was so cold and indifferent to him.
It really gave her face!
Just as he was about to slam the table and stand up, suddenly, Liu Changfeng's words from the day before, "Love means tolerance," echoed in his ears.
That’s right, it was his fault what happened to Xue Qi the day before yesterday.
He tried his best to endure it, picked up a bit of white hair with his fingertips and flicked it away.
He sighed lightly and said with a forced smile:
"If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. Pinglin, go outside and buy me some steamed buns. The Finance Department is cooperating with the Street Department to enforce the law today. We must supervise your restaurant to see if it's encroaching on the road or cheating on weights!"
A clumsy lie.
Jiang Qinglan sneered.
"Then please sit down and relax, my lord. I am busy with my business and cannot accompany you."
She spoke politely, but didn't even serve him a cup of tea. She just left him there and walked away leisurely.
Xie Linchuan's jawline was extremely tense, and his dark eyes were fixed on the pale blue figure. He waited until she crossed the curtain and entered the kitchen before he looked away.
Mo Shan was still alert. He poured tea and went out to buy snacks, making the table full of delicious food.
At this time, a northerly wind blew outside. The sun was dim and invisible in the thick clouds, and a light snowflake floated in the air like catkins.
——In Lin’an City, the first snow of the fifteenth year of Chengping came.
There were not many people on the road. Only the peddlers selling lunchtime snacks were not afraid of the cold. They walked with their loads on their shoulders and shouted:
"Hot roasted chestnuts—hot roasted chestnuts—"
"Fine-grain steamed buns—thin skin and big filling—"
"Sweet glutinous rice balls - sesame and brown sugar - sweet and sweet -"
But gradually, as noon approached, the shouting could no longer be heard, because the Xinghua Restaurant became more and more crowded and noisy.
At noon today, the special dishes served include: meat-sauced egg custard, roasted pork belly, and pan-fried lamb sausage.
The soup is mutton soup.
The drink consisted of orange juice, pear, sugar and taro ball juice. However, the pears were not fresh, but preserved pear slices made from the autumn pear harvest.
The mellow mutton soup, two sweet drinks, and three meat dishes are really a perfect match.
Among these dishes and drinks, the fried lamb intestines are the most rare, because fresh lamb intestines are not always available.
This dish is a bit like Northeast China blood sausage. It is made by infusing sheep's blood into the large and small intestines of sheep and then boiling them in boiling water.
The difference is that it needs to be fried again before eating.
The word "xuan" means "quickly." "Xuanjian" means frying and eating immediately. This way, you can avoid eating cold food and also remove the fat, avoiding a greasy taste.
Both the large and small intestines are stuffed to the brim with fillings. After being boiled in water, they turn brown with a hint of white.
Frying over low heat, the oil sizzles and the unique aroma of mutton fat, mixed with cumin, Sichuan pepper, and pepper, exudes a strong fragrance that is so stimulating that it makes your mouth water.
The fried white sausage has a uniform golden crispy crust. Gently cut it open with a knife to reveal the bloody brown goat blood and the alternating fat and lean minced goat meat.
When you put it in your mouth, the casing has been fried until crispy, and when your teeth touch it, there is a slight "crackling" sound.
Then, the rich aroma of fat melts in your mouth. The fat part melts in your mouth, while the lean minced meat and lamb blood are slightly chewy. The more you chew, the more you feel the glutinous and crispy blend, and the rich taste.
At this time, take another sip of hot mutton soup.
The mutton soup is extremely fresh and added with white pepper and coriander. The unique pungent aroma fills the mouth and can neutralize the greasiness of the fried intestines.
Besides, that hot mouthful not only satisfies the oral cavity and warms the stomach and intestines, but also warms the heart.
The lamb sausage was so delicious that diners rushed to buy it, and it was sold out by 2:30 PM. But people's interest did not diminish, and they set their sights on pork belly, meat-scented egg custard, etc.
In the Xinghua Restaurant, everything was warm and bustling, except for one place which was cold and deserted.
Xie Linchuan watched coldly as Jiang Qinglan greeted and saw off guests, smiling sweetly at everyone. Only when she looked at him did her expression change.
He suppressed the rage in his heart and smiled instead of being angry. He wanted to see what she was going to do!
By the time they finished their snow-white, soft steamed buns and drank several pots of tea, the sun had already set in the west. The guests at the Xinghua Restaurant had dispersed, and quiet had returned.
At the end of noon, a shadowy figure rushed in, bringing with it a gust of cold air: "Madam Jiang, hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"
This person was none other than Yang Song.
He was still a long way from the errands, when Princess Baoqing came to play mahjong with him, and he had played so much that he had forgotten his lunch break. He was worried that others would not know the princess's taste, so he hurried over in person.
He rushed into the house and chattered until he realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw Xie Linchuan sitting there, his face frosted, and Jiang Qinglan also had a strange expression on his face.
He had originally thought that with his carefully crafted dental plaster, the issue between the two of them would have been resolved long ago. This situation was actually adding fuel to the fire and making things worse?!
He became alert on the spot.
Jiang Qinglan came forward and said with a smile:
"Mr. Yang, it's been a while since you've been here. What would you like to eat today? Recommended dishes include roasted pork belly, pan-fried lamb sausage, and meat-sauced egg custard."
"Unfortunately, we're out of lamb sausage. Well, no matter what you eat, since Mr. Yang is an acquaintance, you can get a 20% discount."
She smiled, asked me to sit down, poured me some water, and offered me a discount. Her enthusiasm was so warm that it was like she was entertaining an old friend.
Yang Song glanced at Xie Linchuan with his small eyes and whispered softly, "Since Madam Jiang is busy, I won't disturb her..." and then he raised his foot to walk out.
Jiang Qinglan stopped him sideways and said with a smile: "It's not busy at all, and there are no other customers..."
"Jiang Qinglan!" Xie Linchuan shouted.
【Author’s words】
[1] See Li Kaizhou, Food in the Song Dynasty, p50.
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