The cultural differences between the north and the south also create differences in food. Food is the only thing that every wanderer misses about his hometown.

I am a northerner in Wuhan, and my classmate Lao Guan is a southerner in Beijing. Fate is so cruel. Every time we meet, the theme is "The other party's city is changing." "Good" debate competition.

After finishing the work at hand, I asked for a short vacation from the company and came to Beijing to catch up with my old friends and catch up with my old friends. I also came to Beijing to eat, drink and have fun.

Lao Guan and his girlfriend lived in a 40-square-meter apartment in Dongcheng. There was really no place for me to sleep. He knew that I didn’t like staying in hotels, so he booked one for me on MuNiao Short-term Rental. I would also be happy to have a B&B nearby. It is more comfortable to stay in a B&B than in a hotel. It’s not that the hotel is bad, it’s just that the hotel always feels a little less human.

When I arrived in Beijing, Lao Guan, the man who killed a thousand people, did not come to pick me up. He said that he had finished his work for the day and asked his company and his girlfriend to take a few days off to accompany me in Beijing.

The person who picked me up was the landlord, which I didn’t expect. The landlord’s surname was Yang, a native of Beijing. He was two years older than me and didn’t want to rent out the house. Fortunately, he listed it on MuNiao Short-term Rental. Occasionally, people come to stay for a while. Lao Yang's house is a small two-bedroom apartment of about 70 square meters. The decoration is simple and warm.

The landlord took me to the apartment, and I told him that if he was busy, he should go about his own business first. The landlord, Lao Yang, waved his hand: "I'm not busy, I'm not busy."

Putting down my luggage, I asked the landlord: "Brother Yang, why don't you rent out the house? The real estate market in Beijing is so good now."

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It was okay not to ask, but when I asked, Lao Yang seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and started to complain to me: "I rented the house to a young couple before, and I didn't have any requirements. I just hope that someone will take care of the house, just keep it clean. They are such nice people. They don’t regard this as their own home at all. They regard this as a dormitory. The floor has never been wiped and the windows have become opaque. Don’t mention it when they close the room. It’s so boring.” When it came to the emotional point, he showed me the photos from before, and the gap between them and now is indeed quite big.

Lao Yang took back his mobile phone: "Then I decided not to rent it long-term, but to rent it out on a short-term basis. It would be nice to live alone for a while occasionally and meet each other by chance."

After chatting with Lao Yang for a while, Lao Guan rushed over in a hurry. After thanking the landlord, he said he wanted to treat me to dinner tonight and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said: "Stewed." When Lao Yang heard about it, I wanted to eat braised pork, and I said that he also wanted to eat it and wanted to take us to a delicious restaurant.

As a southerner, Lao Guan looked embarrassed: "Do you really...really want to eat braised pork?"

Lao Yang comforted him: "It's okay, braised pork is just like the south." The stinky tofu tastes very delicious."

Lao Guan had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed. In the evening, Lao Yang drove us to Dongsi North Street and told me that the braised pork here is excellent. A must-have in Beijing, if you love braised food, you can’t miss it.

The three of them each ordered a large bowl of braised pork. Lao Guan, as an authentic southerner, looked at the large bowl of pig sesame served with an expression on his face as if he had just watched it. Collection of Saw.

Lao Yang and I are different. We love this kind of food from the bottom of our hearts. Braised pork and mutton soup actually have the same properties. People who like it love it very much, but people who don’t like it love it very much. People vomit after taking one bite.

I looked at Lao Guan, who was still watching, and patted him on the shoulder: "There are some things that you just subconsciously reject, but when you really take the first step, maybe you will deeply appreciate them." Fall in love with it."

Lao Guan scolded me: "I believed your evil", picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth. Lao Yang and I looked at him, waiting for him. reaction.

Lao Guan's painful facial features slowly relaxed as he chewed, and then nodded while chewing: "Hmm... not bad."

The three laughed. I suddenly remembered that I had heard that there seemed to be a good braised pork restaurant under the Beitaiping Bridge. I asked Lao Yang if he had tried it. Lao Yang told me: "There is indeed a stall selling braised pork under the Beitaiping Bridge. I have heard of Wang Jianlin I went there specially to eat it. Regardless of whether others believe it or not, I don’t believe it anyway. You have never seen her chopping board..."

After taking two mouthfuls of braised pork, Lao Yang continued: "His braised pork There is no taste in cooking, but there are still many people who go to his place to eat. After eating, they feel very proud. They feel that they understand the nightlife of Beijing after eating his braised pork. Most of these people eat braised pork for the first time. "

Unconsciously, all three of us had their bowls bottomed out. Lao Guan, who was inexplicably resistant to braised pork, was forced to become a braised pork lover. I asked Lao Guan how he was. Responded to all feelings with a burp.

After eating, the alley was already dark. In fact, there are not many southerners who can eat braised pork. Like all the controversial foods between the north and the south, there are always people who like it and dislike it.

At this time, nightlife in Beijing had just begun. Beijingers who had been working for a day loved to go under the overpass to have a bowl of authentic Beijing braised pork.

After staying in Beijing for a few more days, the landlord, Lao Yang, and we got along well, so he came to play with us when he had nothing to do.

On the day I returned to Wuhan, Lao Guan’s company had a project. Lao Yang sent me directly to the station without saying anything. I joked with Lao Yang that Lao Guan was not reliable anywhere, but this time he was in Muniao Booking a room on the short-term rental website is so reliable. I said I would stay with Lao Yang next time I come to Beijing and go eat braised pork with him.