Chapter 574
The hot meat buns are served, with thin skin, large fillings and eighteen folds, the folds are even and the appearance is beautiful.
The dough was white and shiny. Su Miao took a bite and found the bun skin soft and chewy, the meat filling fresh, fragrant and fat but not greasy, and the rich meat aroma filled her mouth.
"Dad, these buns are delicious. I like this kind of bun skin. Some buns are fluffy but feel rough when eaten. I don't like them~"
People don’t eat noodles very often in Nancheng, and Su Miao doesn’t know much about leavening and kneading dough. She just thinks that this bun skin is indeed the most delicious she has ever eaten.
The waiter who came to serve them the cooked dishes heard what she said and explained:
"Comrade, our martial arts skills are now standardized, and apprentices need to practice for many years before they can fully master them.
The bun skin must be made with old fat and used immediately after mixing to produce such a taste.
One ounce of green onion and one ounce and a half of sesame oil should be added to one pound of stuffing. Everything must be weighed, without any error.
"It uses no MSG or water, but instead uses broth to make the diced meat filling, then tops it off with premium red soy sauce. Summer and winter, the fat-to-lean ratio is adjusted seasonally, and every step is meticulously crafted to achieve its fame."
The waiter spoke professionally, mixed with a lot of jargon. Although Su Miao only understood a little bit, it did not affect her enjoyment of the meal at all.
After eating the buns, the father and daughter followed the direction indicated by the driver and saw a snack stand on the road.
Under a shed supported by bamboo poles, the master chef was pouring batter into a hot oil pan with an iron spoon, frying it into golden circles. On the wooden sign was written "Ear-shaped Fried Cake" with chalk.
Su Yuanzheng paid for two. The old master didn't even raise his head. He used iron tongs to turn the fried cakes in the pan, picked out two from the fried cakes, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to them.
There is an aluminum pot on the small coal stove next to it, with deep red bean paste boiling in it, exuding a sweet fragrance.
Su Miao took the still hot fried cake and gently bit it open. The crispy outer skin crackled with a "crack", revealing the soft filling. The delicate and sweet bean paste melted on the tip of the tongue.
"It's so delicious!" She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and when she finished eating, there was a circle of oil on the corners of her mouth.
Next, the father and daughter started shopping and eating. They ate hemp twists, sesame cakes, and gaba vegetables, visited the busy market, bought local specialties, listened to crosstalk, and it was already 8:30 in the evening when they returned to the restaurant.
They will set off again tomorrow. After returning, the father and daughter will have a good rest. Su Yuanzheng told his daughter to remember to call him if anything happens.
Su Miao took a shower and read a book in bed. The more she read, the more energetic she felt. She didn't feel sleepy at all. Looking at the exquisite layout of the room, she wanted to walk up and down the stairs a few times and take a good look at this hotel that could rival a museum.
Su Miao pushed open the door quietly. The warm yellow light in the corridor, although not bright, had a unique charm.
The old wooden floor made a slight creaking sound, but most of it was absorbed by the thick carpet.
She slowly walked up the spiral staircase, her fingertips sliding across the carved handrails. The warm touch of the wood bore traces of time.
There is a yellowed old photo hanging on the corner of the fourth floor. In the glass frame, a group of businessmen in long gowns and jackets are standing in front of the hotel, with several rickshaws parked behind them.
The bronze plaque below the photo is engraved with "XXX Annual Meeting of the International Chamber of Commerce".
"Ma'am, is there anything I can help you with?" An old voice suddenly came from behind.
Su Miao was startled and turned around to see an old man in a navy blue uniform, who looked to be in his sixties.
He held an old-fashioned lantern in his hand, and the light cast deep and light shadows between his wrinkles.
"I...I want to tour the hotel." Su Miao felt a little embarrassed, thinking to himself, are there actually such old employees in the hotel?
The old man nodded in understanding, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed, and he pointed to the carved wooden door at the end of the corridor.
"That's an old dance hall. It was the most fashionable social venue in Jinshi half a century ago. Do you want to take a look?"
"May I?"
"certainly."
The dance hall was closed at this time. The old man pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the moonlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful shadows on the wooden floor.
The light was turned on with a "click". In the corner stood an old phonograph, and the edge of the copper speaker had some signs of oxidation.
"Emperor Puyi used to love coming here to dance."
As he spoke, he pressed a white key on the piano. A trembling sound was heard, and a trembling note slowly sounded, as if traveling through time and taking Su Miao back to that decadent era.
The old man took Su Miao on a tour, and it was indeed comparable to a museum. There were traces of celebrities in every corner. Mr. Sun had a meal here, Yuan Datou read a newspaper there, a president lived in that room for a long time, and a master of opera had taken photos on this balcony.
Su Miao thanked the old man who walked her back to the door of her room: "Thank you for taking me to the restaurant so late. Good night."
"This is what I should do. Sweet dreams."
After the old man finished speaking, he took the lamp and left silently.
It was indeed a sweet dream. In the dream, Su Miao traveled through a hundred years, watching all kinds of people walk by him. The scene changed, and he was back in the small courtyard in Ning County...
In the morning, Su Miao was woken up by the light because he forgot to draw the curtains last night.
She looked at her watch. It was already nine o'clock.
She got up and washed up when there was a knock on the door. She opened the door and saw her father standing outside.
"Miao Miao, are you up already? We are going to have breakfast and then set off."
"Okay, Dad, I'll just put the things away."
The father and daughter checked out directly and drove to eat at Goubuli again. After all, it would be difficult to eat authentic Goubuli after they left.
Today we have to drive more than 300 kilometers to Quancheng, which is a tough battle.
Su Miao also played the role of co-pilot for a rare time and chatted with his father halfway through the journey.
After driving for more than two hours, the two got off the car to rest for a while and ate something for lunch, planning to have a good meal when they arrived at their destination.
After getting in the car again, Su Miao couldn't help but start pecking at rice like a chicken.
"Miao Miao, you should get some sleep. You don't have to talk to daddy anymore."
"Um... Dad, I'll sleep for a while, just a little while..."
Su Miao responded vaguely and fell asleep soon after.
Su Miao didn't know how long he slept, but he felt the car stopped.
She opened her eyes just in time to see her father unbuckle his seatbelt and prepare to get out of the car.
"Dad? Where to?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"It's probably still over an hour away, but I think something's wrong with the car. I'm going down to check it out. You stay in the car."
Seeing his father get out of the car, Su Miao scratched his head and felt like letting go, so he got out of the car and went to the grass by the roadside.
When she came back, her father was squatting next to the front wheel and looking at the flat tire.
"Miao Miao, our wheel was punctured by a nail."
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