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Notes on Entering Sichuan (Jia Pingwa)

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

I just know that all the food here is spicy, but the snacks are the same. I've been eating for ten days, and I haven't finished eating yet. I was not very hungry all day, but I went in to eat when I met a snack bar. I really don't understand how tight this belly is! It's often midnight. Coming out of the teahouse, I walked back leisurely and turned the corner. I saw three houses and five houses on the street with bright doors and windows. Immediately, two small pits were trapped under my jaw, my throat bone was moving, and saliva was pouring out under my tongue. In the light, the signboard is clearly visible, or handwritten, or tofu noodles or steamed beef, or tofu brain; The font size is very strange. All the food is preceded by the surname of the head of the household, such as duck, bell dumplings, old tofu and so on. Go to a copy shop, then go in,

The shop is very small, just a facade, separated by a wall, with a family inside and a shop outside. The cooker is on the steps outside the door, just under the window. The husband is a chef, and the wife is a waiter. He called three tables and sat down. When asked to eat and drink, his wife shouted, "Two bowls of wonton!" "The husband should say in front of the stove," two bowls of wonton! "The wife came to ask about tea and wine. The wine includes LU ZHOU LAO JIAO CO.,LTD and Chengdu ditty, a dish of Sauced Meat Sausage, a dish of beef with beans, and that kind of rabbit with strange smell, which is made 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 fence. 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, Qian Qian's poems poured in, only wishing that I couldn't show myself without pen and paper. I went back to the hotel to lie down, stayed up all night, got up early in the morning, and remembered the poem at night, but forgot to print it out, not knowing 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. We often drink together. On a sunny day, we took a small train to visit Jiangzhi Island. On the seashore of the island, there is a flat land, lush grass and shady willows. There are many low couches in the middle, which are covered with red carpets, in sharp contrast with the environment. The two of us 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 no less delicious than Shaoxing wine. Stewed meat is a famous dish here. The Japanese name is tsuboyaki. It's a big snail named sazae. It is about the size of a fist and has many thorns on its shell. If you trim the thorn, it will 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, use this shell as a utensil and invite guests to dinner. This kind of vessel looks like a pot, so it's called pot burning. It tastes fresh and really good wine. Chopsticks are better: this kind of chopsticks is wrapped in a paper bag with the words "disinfection and cutting" printed on it, and a toothpick is inserted in the bag, which can be used after eating. Take the chopsticks out of the paper bag, only to find that half of them have been split and the other half are still attached, so let the guests split them themselves. This kind of wood is sterilized and has never been used before, so it is very fast and comfortable to use. It's not a pity to throw it away after use. I envy this kind of chopsticks as the most progressive thing in the world. Westerners use knives and forks, which are too heavy to be reused after washing; People in China use bamboo chopsticks, which are also washed before use. It is very unsanitary, even ivory chopsticks are unsanitary. The disinfection and cutting of chopsticks in Japan, just like toothpicks, is really a great invention. They also have toothbrushes. It's simple. It's 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. Just say that Lao Huang and I had a pot of soju in Dao Jiang, three cups of food, and all our troubles were gone. Long song, a seabird, whose sleeves are shaken by the wind. 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 accosted her and asked 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 back in the novel.

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 Building, a century-old shop, which is famous far and near. 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 "noodles over the water", a bowl of mushrooms and a bowl of ten views. The so-called topping means that the topping is not poured on the surface, but placed in a bowl as a dining table. Don't eat until the wine is finished. When people say goodbye, they often call it "crossing the bridge". The mushrooms here are very fat and fresh, and the top ten scenic spots are also delicious. 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, "Here comes the bridge-bearer. Please sit down! " Now, Lao Huang has passed away, and this vegetarian restaurant has been completely transformed beyond recognition.

There is another situation, which was found 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. It was the boss named Bao Han. He has a grandson named Zhenqian, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He loves reading and often asks me questions. Therefore, Bao Han is also very close to me and often invites 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. The wine is brewed at home, with good color, aroma and taste. We just drank wine with peanuts and chatted. Most of the talk is about 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 before Hangzhou fell. We left in a hurry and didn't thank him for the wine at last. 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 suite 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". At home, you can sit on the stone bench by the lake and enjoy the lakes and mountains. Every time he saw a middle-aged man, he squatted on the shore and went fishing by the lake. He caught shrimp, not fish. A grain of rice hangs on the hook and on the shore stone. 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. Caught three or four prawns, he hid the bottle in the rattan basket, 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, nodded 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 instead of vegetables. He took out the bottle, tied three or four shrimps with fishing line, dipped it in the boiling water of the bartender's hot wine, and soon took it out, and the shrimps turned red. He asked the bartender for a small dish of soy sauce with shrimp. I think he eats vegetables sparingly, and it takes a long time for a shrimp, which shows that this man is a drinker.

This man often comes to the shore in front of my house to catch shrimp. I was aroused by him, and often went to the moon powder to drink with him. We know each other well, but we don't ask names. We all drink alone, chat with each other and have no 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 preach 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 are very annoying. If it eats, you eat, which means you eat earthworms. So I've been using rice grains. Look, it's dead now, and it's still holding a grain of rice. " 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 should be cut, washed and cooked with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar when caught. How much trouble. This shrimp is much easier to handle: just scald it with boiling water and it will be delicious. It doesn't cost money, it's still very fresh. " I really admire his eloquence in catching shrimp.

This shrimp catcher often comes to my house to catch shrimp, and I have been to the moon powder for wine with him several times, which is considered to be familiar, but I have never passed on my 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 a lot of praise. I also asked his name, knowing that his surname is Zhu, and his name has been forgotten. That's the lettering stand in front of the lakeside hotel. In the afternoon, I closed the stall and often came to Li Xi Lake to catch shrimps and eat wine. This man enjoys himself admirably. Unfortunately, I left Hangzhou soon and traveled abroad, and I never met this shrimp catcher again. When I wrote this anecdote, I had not recovered from a long illness and stopped drinking. Looking back on the above situation, the wine is full of fragrance. Exactly: "Before, I was sick and 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, noodles with slag sauce and fried bean paste with dry noodles-but it is by no means the kind of hot sauce that Chongqing people eat. The other is muddy noodle soup, which is a big bowl of noodles with soup. For example, if you eat three bowls of mud noodle soup, in fact, you only eat one bowl of pure noodles, and the other two bowls are all soup. In other words, a bowl of dry squeezed sauce noodles is equivalent to three bowls of muddy soup noodles.

The way he makes dried noodles is this: buy an ox bone stick from the market and take it back to the dormitory. Then, with the dumbbells we usually exercise, break the thick bone stick, put it in the pot and start cooking. Boil them into delicious oil and water, add salt, and then put dried noodles (this order is correct). Boil, boil, boil, and bring it out in a big bowl of coarse porcelain. Holding a big bowl while it's hot makes us both sweating like a sauna, which is rude. An average person eats a bundle of dried noodles.

The noodles cooked by the deputy director are quite distinctive. Even now, I occasionally follow his noodle method, which is to boil noodles with water. 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. Not when it grows. Short is too soft, short is too hard. Wait until the noodles are completely cold, then put them in the bowl. Then, add yellow vinegar soaked in minced garlic, and add flavor (why is it called flavor? How strange), sprinkle with shredded cucumber, green coriander leaves and thin sesame sauce. Eat it like this, eat it in your mouth, God, it's refreshing.

My so-called home-cooked cake is actually chopped green onion cake. To do this, 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 dough bumps and roll it into small cakes one by one. Put more oil when baking, so that the baked cake will be fragrant and crisp, and you will feel that life is so full of vitality.

My daughters love to eat my branded oil cakes, with millet and mung bean porridge or rice and mung bean porridge, and make some seasonal vegetables, so-called stir-frying, which 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 the tofu with hot water first, then use a spoonful of wok, add soy sauce, chopped green onion, minced garlic, Jiang Mo and various seasonings, boil it into thick juice and pour it on the tofu.

At first, wonton was/kloc-0.4 cents a bowl. 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 was very delicate, 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, and some put some chopped green onion. Either way, it's very delicious.

Mo Bosang's mutton roll

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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.

Dealing with the kitchen. 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 directed at her, and the fragrance soon dispersed, which enhanced people's sense of smell, made people's mouth ooze a lot of saliva, and at the same time, painful contraction occurred under the ears of cheekbones. Several women's contempt for this "girl" has become more violent. It's like a kind of jealousy, trying to kill her, or connecting her with a silver cup and a basket, etc.

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

However, the bird boss stared at the pottery bowl with his eyes. He said, "How nice! This lady used to be more considerate than us. Some people always think of everything. " She looked up at him and said, "Do you want some, sir? Hungry from morning till now is enough. " He bowed: "To tell the truth. I won't refuse, I can't take it anymore.

I can't live. You fight like a war, don't you, madam? "Finally, he looked around and said," at this 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 his teeth, chewed with obvious satisfaction and let out a sad sigh in the car.

..... but the first step is more troublesome. People crossing the Lubicon River can simply do whatever they want. Everything in the basket has been removed. It also contains a foie gras jelly, 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 drinking only a cup of tea, the two of them have climbed up a deserted mountain top. Hong Qigong loved him for his courage and flying skill. With his extensive knowledge, you 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 cock appeared in the soil. Yang Guo was frightened: "Hey, why is there a big cock?" Then he realized, "Ah, your dad is hiding."

Hong Qigong mentioned cock with a smile. Yang Guo saw clearly under the snow light that the chicken was covered with hundreds of centipedes seven or eight inches long, with red and black and colorful patterns, all crawling. He has been wandering in 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 essentially the same.

Dick, I buried a rooster here yesterday, and sure enough, I brought all the centipedes around me. "

Now I took out my bag, wrapped the chicken and centipede together, and slipped down the hill happily. Yang Guo followed, afraid: "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. 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 Hong Qigong take out a knife, cut off the head and tail of the centipede, gently knead it, and the shell fell off, revealing the white and transparent shrimp, which was very beautiful. Yang Guo thought, "I don't know if it's really edible." 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 filled with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He got up the frying pan, poured the centipede meat down and fried it, and suddenly a smell came to the nose. Yang Guo was pleasantly surprised to see him swallowing saliva.

Hong Qigong and other centipedes stir-fry until slightly yellow, and mix 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 thinks the world is the happiest. He put a wine gourd on his back and said, "Don't drink it after eating the centipede, or it will spoil the delicacy of the centipede." He ate more than ten at a time.

Article, and then 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 no one dares 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 swallow a dozen with your eyes closed and don't chew. 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, but I felt delicious, crisp and sweet in my mouth. I have never tasted such a strange smell in my life. I chewed a few more bites, swallowed it at once, and ate the second one with my arm. I even praised: "Miao, Miao."

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, wishing there were another hundred centipedes. Yang Guo said, "I'll bury the rooster again and bring the centipede to eat." Hong Qigong said, "No, for one thing, the rooster's power is exhausted, and for another, there are no fat centipedes nearby.

Go down. "Bob stretched himself, yawned, looked up at Xue Sheng and poured wine, saying," I'm in a hurry to catch the gangster. I haven't slept for five days and nights. It's rare to have a good meal today. Sleep him well for three days. Don't wake me up even if the sky falls. 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 twisted sheep oil lamps are brightly lit on the wide yurt, and there are two large pots of blood, intestines and blood bags just out of the pot on the short table, and the belly of the sheep and the hand-grabbed meat are steaming and delicious. The stomachs of the three people who have been busy all 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 kind of thing flavored with Beijing grassland has now become a regular product of their two Mongolian yurts. Stark Chan cut off a section of sheep fat intestines with a Mongolian knife, dipped it in seasoning and stuffed it into his mouth, almost forgetting about the wolf cubs. Grassland sheep fat sausage is the top grade of grassland meat, only one foot long. It is said to be a fat sausage, but it is not fat at all. The fat sausage is filled with the oiliest strips of belly, small intestine and chest diaphragm. Sheep fat sausage collects almost all the discarded things from a sheep, but it is accompanied by unforgettable food in Mongolian dinner. It is tough and crisp, fat but not greasy.

Stark Chan said: Mongolians eat sheep sparingly, and they are reluctant 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 it 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 picked the biggest wild boar, got off the bus and unloaded 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 net oil in its belly. Yang Ke can learn to pack and roast lean meat wrapped in clean oil, which is oily and sizzling, far 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, including spicy wild vegetables and game. He was 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 boast to Stark Chan about his novelty and luck in eating.

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Gao Jianzhong drove the ox cart and came back excitedly. He shouted: We succeeded! I robbed half a bucket of wild duck eggs! The three men ran over and lifted 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 seeps out 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 buns 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 first one has already robbed several barrels. With who? Beat the horse. 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? Grab some more. If you can't finish eating, you can marinate the salted duck eggs.

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

Yang Ke shouted at Zhang Jiyuan: Horses are so muddy, and you waitresses have 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 up the 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. I haven't eaten scrambled eggs for two years. Let's eat enough this time. There are many wild onions in the bag, and wild onions scatter 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 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 on the grassland with the wind. Dogs are drooling and wagging their tails at the door, and the little wolf is noisily earning the chain and greedily jumping high, revealing lost face. Stark Chan is going to set aside a portion to feed the wolf, and wants to see if the little wolf eats the wild duck eggs in the sheep oil stall.

The four of them wolfed down bowl after bowl in the yurt. I was in high spirits when I 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 am so greedy that my saliva runs down like a dog. Even my dog followed. 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. Eat in a bowl and watch the pot, worrying that the bottom of the pot will buckle. Grassland herders have milk, meat and tea in the morning, and main meals at night, but no lunch. At this time, mother and son are really hungry. Gasmai said: This dish is so delicious that it is delicious in my restaurant. There is no need to go into town. I must have had enough today.

Herdsmen in Oroqen grassland call Chinese food "restaurant" and 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 aniseed, saying that aniseed 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 he finally has a chance to come back this time. He smiled and said, I have a vat here. If it's not broken enough, eat well and make sure you're full. He quickly put the broken eggs aside, knocked five or six good eggs in a row, and laid a pot for Gasmai and his mother.

Gasmai said, but dad doesn't eat this kind of food. He said it was Tengger's, so I couldn't move it, so I had to eat it here.

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

Gasmai said: that's because the horse is sick and on 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 didn't eat before. In a few years, there will be no swans here, and even wild ducks will not be seen.

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 it when I was looking for a lamb 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 shoveled the omelet in half with a spatula and put it in the bowl of Gasmai's mother and son. They all ate it with relish. As soon as the oil pan emitted oil smoke, a large basin of beaten egg juice fell into the pan with a clang.

When the eggs were out of the pan, Stark Chan picked up a spatula and said, I'll let you two play new tricks. He put a little sheep oil into the pot and began to fry poached eggs. Soon, two standard fried eggs in the shape of brown soft poached eggs appeared in the pot. Gasmai and his mother knelt down and looked at the pot, their eyes 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 us two more copies. Yang Ke smiled and said, I'll make you a bowl of fried duck eggs with leeks later. Let Zhang Jiyuan make you a pot of duck egg and chopped green onion soup when you are full. None of us have any skills.