128. Chapter 128 Authentic Cuisine of the Imperial Capital
128. Chapter 128 Authentic Food in the Imperial Capital
Author: Runchao Cigarettes
Chapter 128 Authentic Food in the Imperial Capital
"Come, drink tea."
"Brother Xiao Wu, just tell me what's going on."
"Xiao Kun, how do you treat me?"
"good."
"Now my brother encounters a problem and needs your help. Can you help me?"
"What's up?"
"Isn't your sister-in-law's birthday coming soon? We've been together for so long, and I haven't given her any decent birthday gift.
Your master has a gold-threaded nanmu Ailian calligraphy box that was written by Qianlong himself. Please tell your master and give me this calligraphy box."
Han Chunming really liked the golden nanmu Ai Lian calligraphy box in the hand of Popohou, written by Emperor Qianlong.
He wanted to buy this post box and wait for Cai Xiaoli's birthday in a few days and give it to her as a birthday gift.
But despite all his good words, Popohou was unwilling to give him the post box.
Since this road was blocked, Han Chunming thought of a trick to save the country and asked Yang Yukun to come forward and tell his master.
If the Shapohou Hou doesn't give him face, he must give face to Yang Yukun, his own disciple.
"Little Fifth Brother, don't worry about this golden nanmu Ailian note box signed by Qianlong."
"Xiao Kun, just help me once. My happiness in the rest of my life depends entirely on you."
"Little Fifth Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you. This Qianlong-authored golden nanmu Ailian calligraphy post box was given to me by my master. I gave it to Jingping. This post box is now in Jingping's hands.
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When Han Chunming asked him to come in and chat, Yang Yukun knew what he was planning.
Wasn't he just thinking about the golden nanmu Ailian note box in his master's hand, written by Emperor Qianlong, and wanted him to do his master's ideological work?
This post box was given to Xu Jingping by him, and it was impossible for him to let Xu Jingping give up this post box.
"This post box has something to do with my brother."
As soon as he heard that the post box was in Xu Jingping's hands, Han Chunming knew that he was not close enough to this post box.
"Brother Xiaowu, you should prepare another birthday gift for Sister Xiaoli."
"It can only be this way."
Han Chunming really liked the golden nanmu Ailian handwritten by Qianlong and said that he really liked it and actually wanted to buy it and give it to Cai Xiaoli.
Among the collections he brought back, there really wasn't anything suitable as a birthday gift.
He planned to go back to Liulichang to go shopping and pick up two pieces of jewelry and other items as birthday gifts for Cai Xiaoli.
"Xiao Kun, shall we go shopping at Liulichang tomorrow?"
"Not tomorrow. I made an appointment with some classmates to accompany them to visit the Forbidden City tomorrow."
Tomorrow Wang Aiguo will act as a tour guide for Ding Baosong and others and take them to visit the Forbidden City.
When school was over this afternoon, Yang Yukun had already made an appointment with Wang Aiguo to meet at the square tomorrow morning.
Don't break your promise when you promise something.
Han Chunming invited him to go shopping at Liulichang tomorrow, but he really couldn't go.
Han Chunming said, "Okay, you go about your business, brother, go by yourself tomorrow."
"It's getting late, I'll go back first."
"good."
Yang Yukun left Han Chunming's house, returned to his own home, and entered the portable planting space.
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Wang Aiguo got up early and went to the school gate to meet Ding Baosong and the other four.
"Lao Ding, Lao He, Lao Peng, Xiao Peng."
"Old Wang."
"Let's go, brother, I'll take you to the square to meet Xiaokun and ask Xiaokun to treat us to breakfast."
Wang Aiguo and Ding Baosong took a bus to the Forbidden City and got off at the Square Station.
"Old Wang, where should we find Xiaokun?"
"Mentor Memorial Hall, follow me, go this way."
"I saw Xiaokun."
"Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"
"There, do you see it?"
"I saw it, Old Ding, his eyes are fine."
"It's necessary. This is the eyesight of a pilot. I almost became a pilot back then."
"You guys are really good at blowing stuff."
"Xiao Kun."
When Wang Aiguo and others saw Yang Yukun, Yang Yukun also spotted them.
Half an hour ago, he was waiting here in the square.
In his hand, he carried a Seagull camera, which Xu Jingping borrowed when he went out.
This is the first time for Ding Baosong and the others to visit the Forbidden City. I will take some photos for them as a souvenir.
"Brothers, have you had breakfast?"
"No, Xiaokun, what are you going to treat your brothers to?"
"How about we have an authentic meal in the Imperial Capital, including bean sauce and coke rings?"
"No, I can't even get used to drinking this stuff. It's better not to harm Lao Ding and the others."
Hearing that Yang Yukun actually planned to invite Ding Baosong and others to drink soybean juice, Wang Aiguo waved his hand quickly.
He, a native of the imperial capital, is not used to drinking this stuff, let alone outsiders like Ding Baosong.
His father actually liked drinking bean juice. His father took him to drink it once, and he stayed away from it ever since.
Ding Baosong said, "The famous name of Lao Di Du Dou Jue is so famous that I am really curious about what the bean juice tastes like."
Wang Aiguo said, "As a native of the imperial capital, I tell you, don't be curious. Curiosity killed the cat. Most people really can't drink it."
He Changfu said, "Old Wang, what you said is too exaggerated. Is it so bad to drink?"
Peng Jianguo said, "The more you say that, the more curious I am about the taste of this thing, so I drink soy juice."
"Yes, just drink bean juice."
"That's right, it's hard to come to the Imperial Capital. Wouldn't it be in vain if you don't try the most unique and representative delicacies of the Imperial Capital?"
"I really want to drink it, don't blame me for not reminding you, you have to finish it after ordering, don't waste food."
"drink."
"Okay, brother, I'll take you to drink bean juice."
"There will be a good show soon." Yang Yukun muttered and laughed in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Ding Baosong and others were so stubborn that they insisted on drinking soy juice.
His taste wasn't that light either. Even he couldn't get used to drinking this stuff. He didn't believe that Ding Baosong and the others could drink it.
It happened that he brought a camera today, and he had to take a picture of the embarrassment of Ding Baosong and others.
The six of them found a breakfast restaurant and ordered a bowl of bean juice, a portion of coke rings, and a portion of pickles for each of the four of them, Ding Baosong.
Yang Yukun and Wang Aiguo didn't ask for bean juice. They each ordered a bowl of fried noodles.
Peng Jianguo frowned and said, "Let me go, what does this smell like? Why does it feel like pot water?"
The expressions of Ding Baosong, He Changfu and Peng Tao were not much different from Peng Jianguo's.
This bean juice is a little different from what they imagined.
Wang Aiguo smiled and said, "Brother, I have advised you. You insist on drinking. You can't blame me and Xiaokun."
Yang Yukun smiled and said, "Old Ding..., take a mouthful of bean juice and a mouthful of pickles. You can soak the burnt ring in it and eat it. Drink it quickly. Don't waste food."
"vomit……."
Ding Baosong was the first to take a sip. An indescribable smell hit Tianling Gai, and his face turned green.
"Is it really that bad to drink? Let me try it."
He Changfu picked up the bowl and took a sip. The taste was indeed a bit strange, with an indescribable aftertaste.
After actually tasting it, He Changfu unexpectedly discovered that the strange taste of bean juice actually matched him quite well.
With a mouthful of pickles, a mouthful of burnt rings, and a mouthful of bean juice, He Changfu quickly finished his portion.
Yang Yukun and Wang Aiguo were both stunned when they saw He Changfu drinking bean juice in large gulps with an expression of great enjoyment.
This guy is indeed a ruthless man who has been Mr. Yin Yang for several years, which is awesome.
Chapter completed!