The stone street is bustling with people, with tempting fragrances floating everywhere. The busiest place is in front of He Ji’s fried dough sticks shop. The fat Mr. He’s mom-and-pop shop is in full swing. He stands in front of the steaming oil pot, with the firewood in the stove. A huge fire was ignited, and the oil pan, which had been calm just now, boiled in an instant.
Mrs. He flipped up and down on the chopping board. The dough that had been mixed on the table was long. She picked up the sharp knife and cut it into strips that were as long as a child's hand and a finger wide. After sprinkling flour for the last time, he skillfully picked up the two long strips and stacked them together. He pressed them lightly with a chopstick in his hand, then held one end in each hand, stretched it out again before putting it in the pot, and gently put it into the oil pan.
In an instant, several of them were put into the pot. They rolled, absorbed the heat, and their bodies expanded like magic.
Look at Boss He, the long bamboo chopsticks in his hands are like eyes, turning them accurately. The fried dough sticks are lined up in the huge oil pan. The first one has been completely transformed, from the pink and white just now to bright yellow and golden color. Yes, the tangy fragrance penetrates into every cell of the diners.
The first fried dough stick is freshly baked. I hold it between bamboo chopsticks and put it aside to dry. The oil at the bottom drips into the residual oil collection basin. The sound is like the tinkling of spring water...
"Boss, two sticks and a bowl of spicy soup."
"Boss He, it's the same old rules." The voice of the landlady opposite Yangchun Noodles was really nice, "The guests are waiting!"
"It will be available soon, wait a moment."
Mr. Shen smelled the familiar aroma and walked into the noodle shop: "Here comes a bowl of Yangchun noodles and two fried eggs."
"Boss Shen, thank you for your support! You can sit down first and we'll be there in a moment." Yangchun Noodles is doing a booming business and is overcrowded every day, with guests vying for a seat.
"Baozi, fresh buns, green vegetables, shepherd's purse, horseradish, and meat buns so big that they are so oily. Don't miss them when you pass by. Zheng Ji Baozi is reserved for you." The boy from the bread shop diagonally across the way shouted...
Mr. Shen tasted Yangchun noodles and Heji fried dough sticks. He repeated this breakfast every day.
I have been eating this for decades. If one day I don’t eat a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles or chew two Heji youtiao? He will feel uncomfortable all over.
The shouts of the lai sellers on the streets, the noisy shouts of the fried dough stick shops, the cries of the steamed bun shops... the group of voices finally merged into a lively and wonderful symphony, and the name of the song is called the Ancient Town Overture.
In the morning, people were coming and going on the green stone road, and a thin layer of mist floated on the canal. As the sun gradually became stronger, the mist dispersed, and the boat people started a new day. After a while, the smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and the men got on board. From the river embankment, go down the wide steps and you will immediately have a panoramic view of the Hexia Ancient Town.
Some buy steamed buns, some buy fried dough sticks. Some first ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a noodle shop. The taste of Yangchun noodles made the boat people linger.
Mr. Shen brought a few fried dough sticks home with him. He could almost count the number of pieces on the bluestone road, and he could even tell the well-known story of each piece of stone...
"Master is back!" The servant came up to greet him with a smile.
"Where is the young master?"
"Morning exercise!"
"Yes." Mr. Shen walked through the front hall. His wife was making breakfast. He put the fried dough sticks on the table under the pergola and walked back.
The garden was full of foliage, flowers blooming, and the unique rockery and running water tinkled. After passing the garden, Mr. Shen saw his son relaxing his arms lightly, holding a long spear in his hand. .
Youdao is to sweep a large area with a stick and prick a line with a gun. When he was young, Master Shen became a disciple of the famous Hong Qiye in Hexia Street. He made great contributions to the court with a silver spear, but he resigned and returned home because of a serious injury.
Although he can't fight after recovering from his injury, opening a martial arts gym is really tricky. In the past few years, he has conquered all the gangsters in Hexia Street one by one, and now they help Qi Ye run the martial arts gym together.
But she said that after Zhao Min washed up that night and entered the guest room, she was particularly touched by the considerate wife. The clothes on her body fit so well, as if they were tailor-made for her. The benevolent Lord Huo reminded her even more of her biological father, Murong Yunhai, a first-rank official in the imperial court.
She took three sticks of incense and lit them. The smoke dispersed, and she prayed to the Bodhisattva: "Father and mother, rest in peace! My daughter is far away from the capital now. The kind-hearted boatman saved her daughter's life. My dear Mr. Huo They are my reborn parents."
"Don't be sad, miss. Master and madam are fine." Maid Xiaoling comforted Zhao Min.
"Well, Xiaoling, you will be my sister from now on." Zhao Min, who was already in bloom, hugged Xiaoling.
"Miss, isn't this bad?" Xiaoling became worried upon hearing this.
Zhao Min took her hand: "In this way, we can be sisters in private, okay?"
"good."
"Since we are sisters, we will sleep together." Zhao Min made the bed and put two pillows on it.
"Ah?" Xiaoling's eyes widened.
"Miss, I'm one by one"
"Xiao Ling, I have always longed for a sister. God has mercy on me and allowed me to meet you. Can't you let your sister hug you?"
Xiaoling was so moved after hearing the young lady's words that she rushed forward and threw herself into Zhao Min's arms. The two sisters' hearts became closer.
"Goddaughter, who are you?" The door creaked open and Mrs. Huo asked curiously.
Zhao Min recognized her maid Xiaoling as her sister, and the two sisters hugged each other excitedly. Mrs. Huo barged in from outside the door and saw her goddaughter and Xiaoling hugging each other. She quickly asked what was going on.
Zhao Min quickly wiped away her tears, let go of Xiaoling and greeted his wife: "Mom, we are having fun."
"oh."
"Min'er, this will be your home from now on. If you have anything to say, do you want to tell your godmother?"
"knew."
Mrs. Huo waved the cattail leaf fan in her hand, and the two of them came to the small courtyard. The moon hung high above the head, and the moonlight shone like water on Zhao Min's face.
"Don't tell me, this dress really fits you." Madam looked at the handsome man in front of her and praised herself.
"Mom, this is really good news to me." The lady said sincerely.
Mrs. Huo looked at Zhao Min and said sadly: "My unlucky daughter died of tuberculosis two years ago."
"Mom, don't be sad, I am your biological daughter."
"Well, forget about the past, you are my little cotton-padded jacket." The more Mrs. Huo looked at Zhao Min, the more she realized why she fell in love with her at first sight. That was because Zhao Min and her daughter looked so similar.
The wife was so moved by the scene that she couldn't help but hug Zhao Min in her arms. It was pitiful that the two sad people cherished each other so much.
Feeling his wife's heartfelt maternal love and the true love of the best in the world, Zhao Min sobbed in his wife's arms, leaving her confused.
"My child, what's wrong with you? If you tell me what my godmother did wrong, I will definitely change it."
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
