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Notes on Entering Sichuan (Jia Pingwa)

All five of us are Guanzhong men and all like to eat Chili. When we go out to far away places, we must take a bottle of pepper with us. When I entered Sichuan, I realized that this was ridiculous. When I first entered the restaurant, I saw the red oil noodles and danced with joy. I made up my mind to eat this kind of red oil noodles every day, and I don't want to walk around.

Only then did I know that all the food here is spicy, but the snacks are the same. I haven't finished eating for ten days. All day, my stomach is not very hungry, but when I meet a snack bar, I will go in and eat. I really don't understand how tight this belly is! It's often midnight. When I came out of the teahouse and walked back leisurely, I turned the corner and saw three houses and five houses on the street, with bright doors and windows. Immediately, two small pits were trapped under my chin, my throat bone was moving, and saliva was pouring out under my tongue. In the light, the signboard is clearly displayed, or copied by hand, or tofu noodles or steamed beef, or tofu brain; The font size is strange. All foods are preceded by the family name of the head of household, such as Duck, Bell jiaozi and Old Tofu. Go to a copy shop, then go in,

The shop is very small, with only one facade, separated by a wall in the middle. The family is inside, the shop is outside, and the cooker is on the steps outside the door, just under the window. The husband is a chef, and the wife is a waiter, and three tables are called to sit down. When asked to eat and drink, the wife shouted, "Two bowls of wonton soup!" " "The husband actually said in front of the stove," Two bowls of wonton soup! "The wife came to ask about tea and wine. The wine includes LU ZHOU LAO JIAO CO.,LTD Co., Ltd. and Chengdu Xiaoqu, a plate of sauced meat and sausage, a plate of beans and beef, and the rabbit with a strange smell, which is mixed with red oil, pepper, sesame sauce, sesame oil and monosodium glutamate. The wine is mellow and soft, and the meat is tender and strange; Suddenly flushed and sweaty on his forehead. When the wonton soup was cooked, my wife leaned against the window and scooped up a hedge. The skin was as thin as white paper, the stuffing was tender as paste, and the soup was muddy and spicy, but she refused to stay in the chopsticks. Go out, 80% drunk. Staggered away, thinking about god, and so did the fairy. As expected, thousands of poems poured in, only wishing that I could not show myself without pen and paper. I went back to the hotel to lie down and stayed up all night. I got up early in the morning and remembered the poem at night, but I forgot to print it out. I couldn't write a word.

Feng Zikai's Eating Wine

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Wine, you should say drink, or drink. However, we southerners call it eating. There is a saying of "eating tea" in ancient poetry, so wine may also be called eating. Speaking of drinking, I can't forget the following situations:

When I was in my twenties, I met Huang, an international student from Chongming. This person loves to eat wine and is in a leisurely mood. I often drink with you. On a sunny day, we took a small train to visit Jiangzhi Island. On the seashore of the island, there is a flat land with lush grass and shady willows. There are many low sofas in the middle, and the sofas are covered with red carpets, which is in sharp contrast with the environment. We were sitting on the sofa, and a woman with a red belt came to entertain us. "Two bottles of authentic, two pots of burning." Authentic Japanese yellow rice wine is as good as Shaoxing wine in color and taste. Stewed meat is a famous dish here. The Japanese name is tsuboyaki. It is a big snail named Sasser. It is about the size of a fist and has many thorns on its shell. If you trim the thorn, it can settle down, just like a tripod. Burn this big snail, take out the meat and chop it up, then put it in, add seasonings such as soy sauce, cook it, and use this shell as a vessel to invite guests to dinner. This kind of vessel looks like a pot, so it's called pot cooking. It tastes fresh and is really a good wine. Chopsticks are better: these chopsticks are packed in paper bags with the words "disinfection and cutting" printed on them, and a toothpick is inserted into the bag for use after eating. Pull out the chopsticks from the paper bag, but see that half of the chopsticks have been split and the other half are still connected together, so that the guests can split the chopsticks themselves. This kind of wood is sterilized and has never been used, so it is very fast and comfortable to use. It's not a pity to throw it away after use. I think this kind of chopsticks is the most progressive thing in the world. Westerners use knives and forks, which are too heavy and can only be reused after washing; People in China use bamboo chopsticks, which are washed and reused, which is very unsanitary, even ivory chopsticks are unsanitary. The disinfection and cutting of Japanese chopsticks, like toothpicks, are only used once, which is really a great invention. They also have a toothbrush, which is very simple. It is sold in grocery stores everywhere, and the price is very cheap. It is also discarded after only one use. This shows that the Japanese are very smart. Suppose Lao Huang and I had a pot of soju in Dao Jiang, and we drank three cups, and all our worries disappeared. Seabirds sing long and the wind vibrates their sleeves. But I feel relaxed and happy, as if I were in a fairyland. Lao Huang loves to tease. When he saw a young maid, he would chat her up and ask her age and hometown, which aroused her life experience and made her cry. So I gave more accounts before I left and agreed to come back one day. It seems that we are in a novel again.

There is another situation that I can't forget. The opponent who eats wine is still Lao Huang, but the location is in Shanghai Chenghuang Temple. There is a vegetarian restaurant called Feng Chun Song Yue Mansion, which is a century-old well-known shop. Lao Huang and I are both teachers in Shanghai. In our spare time, we meet for vegetarian wine. Our way of eating is very economical: two Jin of wine, two bowls of "over-the-water noodles", a bowl of mushrooms and a bowl of ten views. The so-called watering means that the topping is not poured on the surface, but placed in a bowl as a dining table. Wait until the wine is finished, and then you have to eat. When people say goodbye, they usually call it "crossing the bridge". The mushrooms here are very fat and fresh, and the top ten scenic spots are also very tasty. There are many ingredients. There is still some left after drinking, which can be poured on the noodles. We often go to eat. Later, the waiter got acquainted with us. When he saw us go in, he shouted, "The bridge guests are coming. Please sit down! " Now, Lao Huang has already passed away, and this vegetarian restaurant has been completely transformed beyond recognition.

There is another situation, which was discovered in a difficult situation. That year, when the Japanese invaded China and Shimen Bay fell, our family of nine people, old and young, fled to Hangzhou, moved to Tonglu and rented a house by the river outside the city. The owner's surname is Sheng, and there are four brothers. We rented the third room, next door is the boss named Bao Han. He has a grandson named Zhenqian, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He likes reading and often asks me questions. Therefore, Bao Han and I are also very close and often invite me to his house. The old man is about sixty years old and in good health. He often sits on a round stool beside a small table. As soon as I arrived, he asked me to sit in the chair opposite him. Stand up, lift the lid of the drum stool, take out a big hip flask and pour two cups in the cup on the table. Then he took out a handful of peanuts from the drum stool and interacted with me. His drum stool is filled with cotton wool, and his hip flask is wrapped with cotton wool to keep warm. The two bowls of yellow rice wine poured out are steaming. This kind of wine is brewed at home, with good color, flavor and taste. We just drank peanut wine and chatted. What people talk about most is his grandson's modesty. He only has this grandson and loves him very much. He said, "This little man reads books all day, and his health is not good ..." Reading is reading, and it is for nothing in Tonglu. I comforted him with empty words and tricked him into drinking. I cheated too much. Sorry, I'll thank him later. But we lived in Hetou for less than a month, and Hangzhou fell. We left in a hurry and finally didn't thank him for the wine. Now, the old man doesn't know if he is still alive, and Zhen Qian has entered middle age. The situation is unknown.

The last situation was found on the shore of West Lake in Hangzhou. At that time, I lived in a small apartment next to Zhaoxian Temple in Lixihu Lake, opposite the lonely mountain, so my friend gave me a couplet called "Living next to Zhaoxian Temple in Geling, with the door facing the lonely mountain". When you are at home, you can sit on the stone bench by the lake and enjoy the lakes and mountains. Every time I see a middle-aged man, he squats on the shore and goes fishing by the lake. He caught shrimp instead of fish. A grain of rice hangs on a hook and a stone on the shore. After a while, there was a prawn. The man kept it in a bottle. So I put rice on it and hung it for fishing. After catching three or four prawns, he hid the bottle in the rattan basket and got up and left. I asked him, "Why not catch more?" He smiled and replied, "Enough wine." I went with him and saw him walk into a hotel next to Yuefen, picked a head and sat down. I sat down at the table next to him and asked the bartender for a catty of wine and a can of peanuts. He also ordered a catty of wine, but didn't order vegetables. He took out the bottle, tied three or four shrimps with fishing line, dipped them in the boiling water of the bartender's hot wine, and soon fished them out, and the shrimps turned red. He asked the bartender for a small dish of soy sauce and shrimp to serve together. I think he eats vegetables sparingly, and it takes a long time for a shrimp, which shows that this man is an alcoholic.

This man often comes to the shore in front of my house to catch shrimp. I was awakened by him, and I often went to Yuefen for drinks with him. We know each other well, but we don't ask names. We all drink alone and talk to each other without company. He knew I lived here and asked me why I didn't catch shrimp. I said I didn't like it. He persuaded me to try my best to publicize that shrimp is delicious and nutritious. And taught me the trick of shrimp fishing. He said, "Shrimp likes to hide beside rocks on the shore of the lake. If you go fishing in the middle of the lake, you'll never catch it. This thing loves to eat rice grains and earthworms, but earthworms hate it. If it eats, you eat it, which means you eat earthworms. So I always use rice grains. You see, it is dead now, and it still contains rice grains. " He showed me a prawn, and I saw that it still contained half a grain of rice. He continued: "This thing is much better than fish. Fish, when you catch it, you must cut it, clean it and burn it with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. How troublesome. This shrimp is much simpler: as long as it is boiled in boiling water, it is delicious. It doesn't cost money, it's still very fresh. " I really admire his eloquence in catching shrimps.

This shrimper often comes to my house to catch shrimps, and I have been to Yuefen wine with him several times, which is considered to be a good friend, but I have never had a name. Once, in summer, I took a fan to eat wine. He borrowed my fan, saw my name and cried in surprise, "Ah! I don't know mount tai! " So he told me that he read my essays and cartoons and said many compliments. I also asked his name, knowing that his surname was Zhu, and his name has now been forgotten. That's a lettering stand in front of the lakeside hotel. In the afternoon, I closed the stall and often came to Lixihu to catch shrimp and drink. This man enjoys himself admirably. Unfortunately, I soon left Hangzhou to travel abroad and never met this shrimp catcher again. When writing this anecdote, I recovered from a long illness and gave up drinking again. Looking back on the above, wine is full of excitement. Exactly: "In the past, I was tired of perfume bottles. This fragrant bottle is afraid of shallowness. " 1972

The story of Acheng eating.

How to eat? There are two kinds, one is more luxurious, that is, Zhajiang Noodles, where dry noodles are mixed with fried bean paste-but it is by no means the kind of hot sauce that Chongqing people eat. The other is muddy noodle soup, that is, a big bowl of noodles with soup. For example, you ate three bowls of turbid noodle soup. In fact, you only ate one bowl of plain noodles, and the other two bowls were soup. In other words, a bowl of dry squeezed sauce noodles is equivalent to three bowls of muddy noodle soup.

His method of cooking dried noodles is this: buy a beef bone stick from the market and take it back to the dormitory. Then, use the dumbbells we usually exercise, break the thick bone stick and put it in the pot to start cooking. Boil them into delicious oil and water, add salt, and then add dried noodles (the order is correct). Boil, boil, boil, and then serve in a large bowl of coarse porcelain. Everyone is holding a big bowl and eating it hot, so the two of us are sweating like a sauna and look rude. An average person eats a bundle of dried noodles.

The noodles made by the assistant director are very special. Even now, I occasionally follow his noodle method, that is, boiled noodles. Specifically, after the noodles are cooked, they are taken out and cooled. The procedure of crossing the water is very important, so we must grasp the time. If it is long, it won't work. Short words are too soft, short words are too hard. Wait until the noodles are completely cold, and then put them in a bowl. Then add the yellow vinegar soaked in minced garlic, and add the flavor element (why is it called flavor element? How strange), sprinkle some shredded cucumber, green coriander leaves and thin sesame sauce. Eating like this, eating in your mouth, God, is very refreshing.

My so-called home-cooked cake is actually chopped green onion cake. The method is: pour the oil on the rolled bread, sprinkle with chopped green onion, sprinkle with salt, sprinkle with pepper noodles and sprinkle with monosodium glutamate, then roll it up, cut it into pieces, twist it into pimples and roll it into small cakes one by one. Put more oil when baking, so that the baked cake is fragrant and crisp, and you will feel that life is so full of vigor and vitality.

My daughters like my signature oil cake very much, with millet and mung bean porridge, or rice and mung bean porridge, and some seasonal vegetables, the so-called cooking, will have a better effect.

There are several kinds of cold tofu. One is to scald the tofu with hot water, spread the fried minced meat and chopped green onion sauce on it warmly, and then dig it with a spoon. It's delicious. Another method is to scald tofu with hot water, then use a tablespoon wok, add soy sauce, chopped green onion, minced garlic, Jiang Mo and various seasonings, boil it into thick juice, and pour it on tofu.

At first, wonton was a bowl of 14 cents. There is a small blackboard hanging on the wall of the restaurant, on which the ingredients of wonton are written in white chalk. In addition to diced lean meat, there are shrimps, mushrooms and laver. From the perspective of modern people, the wonton in the 1960s is very exquisite, exquisite and sincere.

The rice fried with soy sauce is rice, which is a little red in color. Some of them put some eggs in soy sauce fried rice, while others put some chopped green onion. Either way, it is very delicious.

Mo Bosang's suicide stone

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First, she took out a small pottery basin, a delicate silver cup, and then a big pottery bowl with two cut chickens covered with jelly. Later, others saw many good things wrapped in the basket, such as cakes, fruits and sweets. All these foods are prepared for a three-day trip, so it is difficult for people to stay in the inn.

Handle kitchen affairs. Between these food parcels, the bottleneck of four wine bottles sticks out. She took a chicken wing and ate it with a bun, which was called "regent" in Normandy.

All eyes were on her, and the fragrance soon dispersed, which enhanced people's sense of smell, made people's mouths ooze a lot of saliva, and at the same time, the cheekbones contracted painfully under the ears. Several women's contempt for this "girl" has become more intense. It's like a kind of jealousy, trying to kill her, or linking her with a silver cup and a basket.

All the food was thrown into the snow under the car.

However, the bird's boss stared at the pottery bowl with his eyes. He said, "How nice! This lady is more considerate than before. Some people always think of everything. " She looked up at him and said, "Would you like some, sir? Hungry from morning till now is enough. " He bowed: "To tell the truth. I won't refuse, I won't put up with it any longer.

I can't live. You fight like a war, don't you, madam? "Finally, he looked around and said," at such a moment, it is very happy to meet someone to help him. "He has a newspaper with him, and now he spreads it on his knees to avoid getting his pants dirty. Then he took a knife out of his pocket and pulled it away.

It holds a chicken leg full of shiny jelly with its tip. He opened it with his teeth, chewed it with obvious satisfaction and let out a sad sigh in the car.

..... but the first step is more troublesome. People who cross the Lubicon River can simply do whatever they want. Everything in the basket has been removed. It also contains a foie gras, a lark jelly, a smoked beef tongue, many pears from Crasa, a sweet bread from Bishop‘s Bridge, many small candies and a small magnetic jar filled with vinegar soaked melons and onions. Boule de suif also likes raw vegetables like all women.

Hong Qigong and Yang Guo eat centipedes together.

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After only drinking a cup of tea, the two have climbed to the top of a deserted mountain. Hong Qigong loved him for his courage and flying skill. With his extensive knowledge, he can't see the origin of this young man's martial arts. He wants to be questioned, but he is worried about food.

Now I walk to the edge of a big stone, grab the soil with both hands and throw it aside. Soon a dead rooster appeared in the soil. Yang Guo was surprised and said, "Hey, why is there a big rooster?" Then he realized, "Ah, your old man hid it."

Hong Qigong mentioned the rooster with a smile. Yang Guo saw clearly under the snowy light that the chicken was covered with hundreds of centipedes seven or eight inches long, red and black with colorful patterns, all covered with them. He has been wandering the rivers and lakes since he was a child. He was not afraid of drugs, but suddenly he saw many big centipedes, and he couldn't help being afraid. Hong Qigong said proudly, "Centipede and chicken are the same in nature.

Dick, I buried a rooster here yesterday. Sure enough, I attracted all the centipedes around me. "

Now I take out my bag, wrap the chicken and centipede together and slide down the mountain happily. Yang Guo followed, scared: "Do you really eat centipedes? Look at his expression, he didn't mean to scare me. " At this time, a pot of snow water has been boiled hot. Hong Qigong opened the bag, grabbed the centipede's tail and threw it into the pot one by one. Those centipedes struggled for a while and were all scalded to death. Hong Qigong said: "When the centipede died, it spit out all the poisonous urine, so this pot of snow water is extremely toxic." Yang Guo poured poisonous water into a deep valley.

I saw that Hong Qigong took out a knife and cut off the head and tail of the centipede. With a gentle pinch, the shell fell with his hand, revealing white and transparent meat like prawns, which was very beautiful. Yang Guo thought, "I don't know if I can really eat like this." Hong Qigong cooked two pots of snow water, washed the centipede meat, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes, big and small, from his backpack.

Come on, the box is full of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He picked up the frying pan and poured the centipede meat into it for frying, and a smell immediately came to the nose. Yang Guo was pleasantly surprised to see him swallowing saliva.

Hong Qigong, after the centipede is fried slightly yellow, mix it with seasoning. He put his hand into the pot and put it in his mouth. He chewed a few times, closed his eyes slightly and sighed. He only feels the happiest in the world. He put a wine gourd on his back and said, "Don't drink after eating centipede, or it will spoil the delicacy of centipede." He ate more than ten pieces at a time.

Article, he said to Yang Guo: "Eat, what are you polite about?" Yang Guo shook his head and said, "I won't eat." Hong Qigong zheng, immediately laughed and said, "Yes, yes, I have seen many heroes, and none of them dared to ask me to eat centipedes. Hey hey, you are a coward after all. "

Yang Guo was excited by him and thought, "I don't chew with my eyes closed. Just swallow a few. Don't let him underestimate me. " Now I use two twigs as chopsticks and put a fried centipede in the pot. Hong Qigong had guessed his heart, and said, "You don't chew a dozen with your eyes closed. This is called a rogue, not a hero. " Yang Guo said, "Is taking poison a hero?" Hong Qigong said: "There are many people who claim to be heroes, but few people dare to eat centipedes." Yang Guo thought, "Nothing is great except death." Chew the centipede in your mouth. I just chewed it down, but I found it delicious, crisp and fragrant, sweet and sweet. I have never tasted such a strange smell in my life. I chewed a few more bites, swallowed them all at once, and then took a second bite with my arm. I even praised it: "wonderful, wonderful."

Hong Qigong was overjoyed to see him eating sweetly. The two of them robbed me and ate more than a hundred big centipedes. Hong Qigong put his tongue into his mouth and licked the juice. I wish there were another hundred centipedes. Yang Guo said, "I'll bury the rooster again and bring the centipede to eat." Hong Qigong said, "No, the ferocity of a rooster is exhausted, and there are no fat centipedes nearby.

Go down. "Abrupt stretch, yawn, face upwards to the snowdrift-then pour, and say:" I'm in a hurry to catch the gangster, and I haven't slept for five days and five nights. It's rare to have a good meal today, and sleep him well for three days. Even if the sky falls, don't wake me up. Take good care of me, don't let the wild animals take advantage of me and bite me half a head. " Yang Guo smiled and said, "Yes, sir." Hong Qigong closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Jiang Rong's Wolf Totem

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Back to the old man's yurt, it was all dark. Into the bag, the beautiful carpet has been restored to its original state. Three Lamps District's twisted goat oil lamp shines brightly on the wide yurt. Two large pots of blood, intestines and blood bags just out of the pot are placed on the short square table. The mutton belly and fat intestines and the hand-grabbed meat are steaming and fragrant, and the stomachs of three people who have been busy for a day are crying. Stark Chan quickly took off his fur robe and sat down at the table. Gasmai has been holding a meat bowl, turning Stark Chan's favorite sheep fat intestines to him, and then holding another meat bowl, turning the old man's favorite sheep thoracic vertebrae to the old man. Then, I handed Stark Chan a small bowl of mushroom soy sauce, which was made of Beijing solid soy sauce and Tricholoma matsutake. This is Stark Chan's favorite seasoning when eating handmade meat. This seasoning flavored with Beijing grassland has now become a regular product of their two yurts. Stark Chan used a Mongolian knife to cut off a section of sheep intestines, dipped it in seasoning and stuffed it into his mouth, so that he almost forgot the wolf cubs. Grassland sheep fat sausage is the top grade of grassland meat, only one foot long. It is said to be fat intestines, but it is not fat at all. Fat intestines are filled with the greasiest strips of belly, small intestine and thoracic diaphragm. Sheep fat sausage collects almost all the discarded items of a sheep, but it matches the unforgettable food in Mongolian dinner. It is tough and crisp, fat but not greasy.

Stark Chan said: Mongolians seldom eat sheep, and they don't want to throw away their breasts. They are still so delicious.

The old man nodded: Hungry wolves eat sheep, even wool sheep hoof shells. When there is a catastrophe in the grassland, it is not easy for people and wolves to find food. If you eat sheep, you should eat them clean.

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Sanjay's ox cart arrived, and several people carried their prey on it. Batu motioned the dog to continue eating in the same place, and the hunter and ox cart returned first. The woodpile in the camp is ready. As soon as the bus arrived, everyone first picked the biggest wild boar, let it get off and unload the meat. Grassland herders eat wild pork like sheep, but they don't eat it if they have to skin it first. After a while, the smell of roasted wild boar floated over the bonfire. Wild boar is not as fat as domestic pig, but it has a lot of fat and oil in its stomach. Yang Ke can learn to wrap it up and roast it with lean meat wrapped in clean oil. It is oily and sizzling, which is much more fragrant than domestic pig barbecue. As early as when hunters unloaded meat, Yang Ke dug up a large number of wild onions, garlic and leeks. This time, he also tasted the original flavor of grassland barbecue with spicy wild vegetables and game, and he felt very proud and satisfied. He not only saw the swan peony that Stark Chan didn't see, but also enjoyed the rare wild boar barbecue on the grassland. After returning to the yurt, he can brag to Stark Chan about his novelty and luck in eating.

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Gao Jianzhong came back excitedly with the ox cart. He shouted: We succeeded! I robbed half a bucket of wild duck eggs! The three men ran to lift the heavy bucket from the car. There are about seventy or eighty rectangular duck eggs in it, some of which have been broken and cracked, and golden yellow juice oozes from the cracks in the eggshell.

Yang Ke said: You killed a flock of wild ducks at once.

Gao Jianzhong said: They are all fighting in Wang Jun. On the edge of steamed bread in the southwest, in the sand nest in the grass by the river, you can find a nest of wild duck eggs within a dozen steps, with a dozen in each nest. The person who went first robbed several barrels. With who? Fight horses. The horse went to drink water and stepped on a large area. The edge of the bubbles by the river is covered with egg yolk and broken eggshells. It's really sad to watch.

Stark Chan asked: Is there anything else? Let's grab some more and pickle salted duck eggs if we can't finish eating them.

Gao Jianzhong said: There is nothing here. How much is left after the four horses pass? There may be some on the east side of the buns.

Yang Ke shouted at Zhang Jiyuan: These horses are really dirty, and your waitress has no eyes.

Zhang Jiyuan said: Who knew there were wild duck eggs in the grass by the river?

Gao Jian saw the horse not far from the door and immediately said to Zhang Jiyuan, "No one can put the horse in front of his house and eat grass. My cow eats everything." Get rid of the horse and come back to eat duck eggs.

Stark Chan said, "He is riding a green horse, so it is not easy to get on and off. Let him eat before he goes. " . He just taught us a lesson, and we have to reward him. He also said to Zhang Jiyuan: Don't go, don't go, there are so many broken eggs that the three of us can't finish eating.

Gao Jianzhong ordered, Come here and separate the broken eggs from the good ones. I haven't eaten scrambled eggs for two years. Let's eat enough this time. There are many wild onions in the bag. Wild onions spread wild eggs. They are real game. They must be very delicious. Yang Ke, you peel onions, Stark Chan, you beat eggs, Jiyuan, you rub a big dustpan to dry cow dung, and I cook.

As a result of picking, half good eggs and half bad eggs. Everyone can eat eight or nine broken eggs first, and four people are as happy as a holiday. In a short time, the strong mixed oil fragrance of sheep oil, mountain onion and wild duck eggs overflowed the yurt and drifted away in the grassland with the wind. Dogs are drooling and wagging their tails at the door, and the little wolf is clamoring for the chain and jumping high greedily, revealing its fierce face. Stark Chan intends to set aside one for the wolves, and wants to see if the little wolves eat the wild duck eggs in the sheep oil stall.

The four of them wolfed down bowl after bowl in the yurt. I was having a good time when I suddenly heard Gasmai shouting outside the bag: Well, don't call me when you eat something so delicious. Gasmai took Bajad, pulled the dog away and got into the bag. Stark Chan and Yankee immediately gave up their seats and invited them to sit in the main seat of the North Carpet. Stark Chan handed them duck eggs and said, "I thought herders didn't eat this kind of food." . Come on, try it first.

I can smell the fragrance at home, Gasmai said. It smells so good that I can smell it from a mile away. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering. Even my dog went with me. Why can't I eat? I eat! I eat! After that, he took a large piece of chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and even said it was delicious. Bajad eats like a wolf. Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot, worrying that the bottom of the pot will buckle. Pastoral herders have milk, meat and tea in the morning, dinner in the evening, and no lunch. At this time, both mother and son are really hungry. Gasmai said: This food is so delicious that it is delicious in my restaurant. There is no need to go into town. I must be tired today.

Herdsmen in Oroqen grassland call China cuisine "restaurant", and they all like to eat "restaurant". In recent years, Chinese condiments have begun to appear in the diet of herders. Herdsmen like peppers, soy sauce and green onions, and some herders also like peppers, but all herders don't like vinegar, garlic, ginger and star anise, which they think is "smelly".

Stark Chan said quickly: We will treat you to dinner in the future.

Gao Jianzhong often eats butter, milk tofu and milk skin sent by Gasmai, and often goes to her house to drink milk tea and eat meat. He likes Mongolian milk and meat cooked by Gasmai best, and this time he finally has a chance to come back. He smiled and said, I have a big barrel here. If it is not broken enough, eat well and make sure you are full. He quickly put the broken eggs aside and knocked on five or six good eggs in succession, laying a pot for Gasmai and his mother.

Gasmai said, but dad doesn't eat this kind of food. He said this is Tengger singer's, so I can't move it, so I have to eat it here.

Stark Chan said: Last year, I saw my father ask the family members of foreign cadres for more than a dozen eggs. What is that?

Gasmai said, that's because the horse got sick and caught fire. He held the horse's nose, made it look up, and then put two on its teeth.

This thing is broken. Fall down. Just give me a few shots of equine disease.

Yang Ke whispered to Zhang Jiyuan: This thing is broken. When we arrived, the herdsmen began to follow us to eat things we had never eaten before. In a few years, we won't talk about swans here, and we won't even see wild ducks.

The more Bajad eats, the more excited he becomes. I know where this thing is, he said to Gao Jianzhong with a mouthful of oil. Please make us another bowl and I'll take you to get it tomorrow. There must be holes in the abandoned otter hole on the soil slope. I saw a lamb when I was looking for it by the river this morning.

Gao Jianzhong said happily, "Great, there is an earthen bag by the river. There are so many bunkers that horses can't step on it.". He spread out the eggs and asked Stark Chan to knock out some more eggs. Another big oily, thick and tender duck egg is out of the pot. This time, Gao Jianzhong cut the omelet in half with a spatula, and put it in the bowl of Gasmai's mother and son. They all enjoyed themselves. As soon as the oil pan came out with soot, a large basin of beaten egg juice fell into the pan with a clang.

After the eggs were out of the pan, Stark Chan picked up the spatula and said, "I'll let you two play some new tricks." . He put a little sheep oil into the pot and began to fry poached eggs. Soon, two standard fried eggs appeared in the pot, brown and soft-poached. Gasmai and his mother knelt down and looked at the pot. Their eyes were straight. Stark Chan gave each of them one and poured a little melted soy sauce. Gasmai said while eating, this new thing tastes better. You can make two more copies. Yang Ke smiled and said, "I'll make you a bowl of fried duck eggs with leeks later." When you are full, let Zhang Jiyuan make you a pot of duck egg and chopped green onion soup. None of us have any skills.