Chapter 340 Homecoming

   It doesn’t need complicated collocation.

  Only bamboo shoots, and meat.

Large pieces of bamboo shoots, green and white, large pieces of meat, fat and thin, and then put together, add water, burn, keep burning until slurp, or purr puff, bubbles come out from the bamboo shoots, from the meat. out.

   Then the heat, along with the aroma, will permeate the whole house.

   You can also add some kelp, seasoning, and coloring to make this pot vegetable more fresh and pleasing from the perspective of color. You can also add some mushrooms, seasoning, and flavor.

   Then, sprinkle with salt…

   This is a very simple recipe for bamboo shoots.

   Of course, it’s not a big deal.

   Simple does not mean humble.

   It is such a simple process, but it is still one of the best flavors in the world.

   In the menu of the royal chef that Mr. Zhang Lao gave to Xu Guangling in the past, there are seven kinds of bamboo shoots! It can also be seen that bamboo shoots are loved by chefs.

  The way of eating bamboo is not only about bamboo shoots.

   Bamboo knots and leaves can produce all kinds of food, and if you expand it, you can also pull out bamboo worms, bamboo fungus, bamboo tea, bamboo wine, etc.

   China has always had the saying of several major cuisines, but this distinction is divided according to region and culture. It is reasonable and reasonable, but it is not pure, so that the phenomenon of profusion and mixing with each other is not uncommon.

   And if you just divide the method according to the material, it will be much simpler.

  For example, bamboo, based on the fundamental source of "bamboo", can form a "bamboo cuisine" cuisine.

   The former Zhuli Pavilion, or the current Zhulin Island, can be a pure food garden about bamboo.

At present, there are many food streets all over the country, but in fact, the food stalls and night markets are relatively prosperous. Many of the government food streets are very poor, and many of them are not open for three days, expecting to open for three days. A place of abduction.

   If there is such a place, the bamboos of the world will gather, and then in the forest among the bamboos, all the deliciousness of bamboo in the world will be gathered.

   Places like this, chefs, foodies, travel lovers, etc. would they want to go? - I am afraid that in many people's hearts, this will even be a "holy place".

   There is no such place in China, and more similar places. It can only be said that the so-called China on the tip of the tongue has not been done well enough, and this cultural business card that can top the world has not yet been established.

   Walking among the bamboo forests, because as a half chef, Xu Guangling unconsciously thought of food from the scene in front of him. The synaesthesia between the eyes and the tongue is so miraculously achieved, which is also interesting to think about.

   Then, he thought of the "Rice Noodles in Ten-Mushroom Clear Soup" in his dream.

  Yunnan is not the kingdom of bamboo and shoots, but it is the kingdom of mushrooms and rice noodles.

   But it is winter now.

   Throughout the whole of Yunnan, even though there are fungi growing in a suitable climate and environment, most of the fungi still live quietly in the mountains in the form of fungus spores.

   or on a tree, or underground, or between dead leaves and rotten leaves.

   Looking forward to the arrival of the rainy season next year.

   Even if he is very greedy and yearns for the implementation of "Ten Fungus Clear Soup" from dream to reality, Xu Guangling can only sigh because of germs, waiting for the future.

   This night, this night, Xu Guangling wandered around.

   went to the old street, went to Dianchi Lake, and then scattered around Dianchi Lake as the center point. After dawn, I randomly found a small shop to eat a bowl of bean flower rice noodles, and then went to the Shilin Scenic Area.

   In the evening, Xu Guangling left Kunming and started heading north.

   This time, there was no more tours on the way, Xu Guangling went straight to Jinling.

  The golden powder field of the Six Dynasties, Jinling Emperor Chuan.

   Similarly, it is also a big stove in summer. In addition, there is a lot of rain. It is the kind of rain that makes people impressive at once, not the kind of Yungui.

   Even, compared with some other cities in China, many of its places can be described as dirty.

   But for Xu Guangling, this is where he grew up.

   Confucius Temple, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Qixia Mountain, Yuhuatai... Almost every well-known and unknown cultural or natural scenic spot, large or small, he was carried by his parents and visited one by one.

   He knocked his knees on the steps of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, he rolled on the lawn of the bandstand, he climbed a tree on Qixia Mountain, and he rowed a boat in the Confucius Temple.

   Too many bits and pieces.

   At that time it was only normal.

   was not unusual. At that time, Xu Guangling was still very annoying.

  It’s a great weekend, why don’t you stay at home and play the piano and listen to songs? Or lying on the bed or sofa and reading a book?

  Have to go out for a walk.

   Exhausted individuals!

   Now, Xu Guangling even hates why his current memories are so good, so good that all the memories of his childhood, when he was about to arrive in Jinling but had not yet arrived, began to rain.

   eroded his mind, eroded his consciousness, eroded his mind, and eroded his body.

   The steps became slower and heavier.

The    is obviously a broad, flat, solid road, with both feet on it, but it seems to be walking in the mud.

  Xu Guangling could travel thousands of miles in one day, but he walked for two days for the last one hundred miles.

After the    encounter, in recent months, Xu Guangling thought that he would no longer be sad or sad, but it was only at this moment that he realized that he still overestimated himself too much.

   He couldn't control himself.

  When he entered the city and stood under the Yangtze River Bridge, and his home was in sight, Xu Guangling suddenly burst into tears.

   Then, it just couldn't stop.

   He didn't cry, let alone howl, or even choked up. It was just that his eyes suddenly lost control at this moment, and then he began to obediently blur the whole world in front of him.

   is not that he is not sad, but that he is not sad.

   is not not sad, but not yet sad.

   At this time, here, Xu Guangling once again experienced a long-lost emotion, sadness and bone erosion.

  Jinling, this is a city that carries the memory of his entire "former".

   That memory has always been sealed, even after Xu Guangling's ability to recall consciousness was surpassed. Those memories were too deep, too heavy, and too long ago, so long ago that Xu Guangling didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​touching it.

   However, at this moment, the seal is self-solving without breaking it.

  Perhaps that so-called seal did not exist in the first place.

   Decades of memories came like a torrent. Every bit of getting along with his parents dominated Xu Guangling's entire body and mind at this moment.

   So much so that he stood at the bridge head, one stop, from noon to evening.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart will report San Chunhui.

   After a lapse of six years, Xu Guangling, a wanderer, finally returned late.

But the mother is no longer there, the father is no longer there, there is no door to open for him, there is no lamp to light for him, there is no warm meal prepared for him, there are no two hearts for him Caring and watching.

   Walking thousands of miles is not lonely, only at this time I feel lonely.

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