Chapter 505
Today, there is no new flag-raising ceremony and it is still carried out by three armed police soldiers.
There are more tourists coming specifically to watch the flag-raising ceremony than before, but they are still a minority compared to later times.
There was no need to run or squeeze among the crowd. Su Miao and his father waited quietly in front of the flag-raising platform.
After the flag-raising ceremony, the spectators slowly dispersed, but everyone's mood was still excited.
Because the memorial hall had not yet opened, Su Miao and Su Yuan walked around the square for a long time and caught the first wave before it opened.
Su Miao and his father followed the crowd towards the Memorial Hall of the Great Man. People were orderly and walked slowly and quietly forward.
While queuing, Su Miao saw the people around him, some of whom had serious expressions, and some had tears in their eyes.
They come from all over the country and have different accents, but at this moment, everyone has the same reverence in their hearts.
Some have serious expressions and furrowed brows, as if they are lost in deep recollection of the past;
Some people had tears in their eyes, which showed their deep remembrance and respect for the great man.
The team moved slowly forward, and the footsteps of the father and daughter became heavier. They knew that every step forward would bring them closer to the great leader.
The hall was solemn and dignified. Su Miao and his father gazed at the great man's remains with awe, and the suppressed sobs of everyone were heard in their ears.
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Coming out of the memorial hall, the sun has already filled the entire square. The breeze is blowing gently, and the flags are fluttering, as if telling the great man's magnificent life.
The sun rises in Shaoshan, shines on Jinggang Mountain, and the flag of Zunyi is red.
Recalling the Long March of thousands of miles, driving out the Japanese pirates for fourteen years, competing for supremacy in the Central Plains, and achieving many remarkable feats.
The rooster crows, and the east stands tall, proudly gazing at the sky.
There are heroes in every generation, and kings throughout history have always been inferior to them.
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It was only nine o'clock in the morning. Su Miao and Su Yuan were on their way back and went into a noodle restaurant.
The noodle shop is not big, but it is full of diners. The steaming hot air fills the air, mixed with the rich aroma of sauce, making people salivate.
I ordered two bowls of noodles with soybean paste. The noodles were chewy and had an attractive color. The shredded cucumber, bean sprouts, and shredded radish were in emerald green, tender yellow, and bright red, which looked very nice together.
In the middle is a spoonful of shiny fried sauce, and the aroma of the sauce is fragrant.
"Miao Miao! This is a bit similar to our dry noodles. It also uses these side dishes and then adds the sauce to mix, but the noodles are replaced with vermicelli."
"Yes, Dad, it's the same way. You have to mix it all together."
Su Yuanzheng usually likes to eat dry noodles, so he is particularly skilled in mixing noodles with soybean paste. The only difference is that the thick sauce requires a little more effort.
While his father was mixing the noodles, Su Miao stood up and went to the counter to pick up a few Laba garlic cloves. When he came back, he did not forget to give one to his father.
Su Yuan was staring blankly at the green garlic and asked, "Miaomiao, are we going to put this in and mix it in? Has the garlic sprouted after being left out for too long? It's even turned green."
"Dad, this is Laba garlic, it's this color, and it's soaked in vinegar.
I heard Jiayin say that eating noodles without garlic will reduce the flavor by half, and eating noodles with Laba garlic can stimulate the taste, reduce greasiness and enhance the flavor.
Su Miao took the lead in slurping up a mouthful of noodles, then biting off half a piece of Laba garlic, squinting his eyes and saying, "Delicious!"
Su Yuanzheng imitated his daughter and stuffed a big mouthful of noodles into his mouth. The mellow aroma of the sauce instantly spread on his tongue, and he took another bite of Laba garlic.
Hmm...it has a novel taste, a bit like leeks, but not the same thing.
The bosses I met these days seemed to be very talkative. After realizing that they were from other places, they proudly praised their noodles to them:
"Our fried noodles with soybean paste are made with authentic traditional techniques and are very particular about the food.
The noodles must be hand-rolled, not like the dried noodles you eat in the south! The side dishes must also be fresh and seasonal, so that they taste bright and colorful!
This sauce must be made with pork belly that has both fat and lean parts, carefully simmered with yellow bean paste and sweet bean paste. It takes an hour just to make this sauce!"
Su Yuanzheng heard the old Beijing people talk about the word "particularity" the most these days.
Su Yuanzheng smiled and replied to the boss: "Hearing you say that, I now understand that there are so many details behind this small bowl of noodles with soybean paste. No wonder it tastes so good. The way it is eaten looks a bit like our dry noodles in Yongcheng, but we don't spend as much time making the sauce."
The boss became even more excited when he heard this. He stood aside and continued with a beaming expression:
"That's right, this sauce is not easy to make. Stir-fry the pork belly until the oil comes out, then add the yellow bean paste and sweet bean paste in the right proportion and simmer over low heat.
Stir constantly to fully bring out the aroma of the sauce. Without this heat and effort, the taste will be far inferior."
After coming out of the noodle shop, the father and daughter, who had woken up early and had just eaten a full meal of carbohydrates, felt a little sleepy. They went straight to the courtyard, washed up simply, and went to bed to catch up on some sleep.
Wake up! I can climb the Great Wall again with full energy!
The car arrived at the foot of the Great Wall. As soon as Su Yuanzheng got off the car, he was shocked by the majestic Great Wall in front of him.
The winding dragon coiled on the mountains, majestic and imposing, as if it had traveled through thousands of years, telling the vicissitudes and glory of the past.
Su Yuanzheng was looking up at the Great Wall and couldn't help but sigh in admiration:
"This Great Wall is truly magnificent! I've only seen it on TV before, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I realize just how magnificent it is!"
Jiayin smiled and said, "Uncle Yuan, this Great Wall is our pride. When you climb up and look down at the surrounding scenery, you will surely be even more amazed."
They began to climb. At first, Su Miao and his father walked briskly, enjoying the surrounding scenery as they walked.
The sunlight shines on the ancient city wall, reflecting a warm glow, and every brick and stone seems to carry the memory of history.
But after a while, the Great Wall under my feet became steeper, which truly embodied the word "climb".
Each step required more effort. The other three strong men were fine, but the weak Su Miao was exhausted and out of breath after climbing for a while, and his steps became unsteady.
In the end, he was even carried to a flatter place by his father and Jiayin, one on each side.
Su Miao let out a long sigh, sat down on the ground, and didn't want to move anymore.
Looking at the magnificent scenery around her, she was filled with emotion. She thought, "From now on, if I want to see beautiful scenery, I can just watch TV! I won't come again! Never again!"
When Su Miao returned home that night, he felt like he was falling apart. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "I can't do it anymore. I've been playing for three days and I really can't do it anymore."
Su Yuanzheng also looked tired. He sat in a chair and rubbed his sore legs.
The father and daughter looked at each other and discussed it in unison: "Let's start preparing for the opening of the store tomorrow."
In the evening, Su Miao received a call from Brother Xiaopang.
On the other end of the line, the voice of the fat boy came, with a hint of excitement and mystery: "Miao! Hey! The fish is swimming over here!"
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