Chapter 151: The saliva flowed downward
February 1st, Jiaodaokou Cinema.
Fang Yan’s family of four appeared neatly, and there was a long queue to buy tickets at the ticket office. The scene was spectacular.
Thankfully, I bought advance tickets in advance and sat in the second row.
After a while, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was officially screened.
In the dark theater, the sound of the theme song echoed.
“Shaolin, Shaolin.
How many heroes come to admire you,
Shaolin, Shaolin.
How many magical stories come to admire you everywhere Preach..."
Hearing this, Fang Yan gradually remembered his "feat" of watching three games in a row in his previous life.
After all, before "Shaolin Temple", Chinese films had neither the concept of "entertainment film" nor the term "martial arts film".
Although the story is very simple, adapted from "Thirteen Monks Save the King of Tang Dynasty", the focus of martial arts movies is not the plot, but the fighting scenes, with sharp moves and punches that hit the flesh, which is a complete sensory enjoyment.
Exciting!
Even Yang Xia was so excited. On the way back from watching the movie, she talked about "Shaolin Temple" with her children and she couldn't stop talking.
"Brother! Brother!"
Fang Yan jumped up and down, "Can you write a martial arts novel?"
"Nonsense!"
Fang Hong didn't wait for Fang Yan to open his mouth. He frowned and said, "How can your brother write martial arts novels like this?" What about popular literature?”
“Popular literature is also literature, why can’t we write it?” Fang Yan muttered, “Aren’t love novels also popular literature? I still wrote “The Hawthorn Tree” for me. "Love"?
"What are you watching? Those who are about to take the high school entrance examination are not allowed to read any martial arts novels!"
Yang Xia said angrily: "I showed you "Shaolin Temple" today. Next Study hard for me this semester.”
Fang Yan raised her chin and said, “I’m not going to take the technical secondary school entrance examination. I want to go to college. I want to fulfill my brother and sister’s dream of going to college!”
Fang Yan and Fang Hong looked at each other with relief in their eyes.
"What you said is quite encouraging. Well, if you can get into a key high school, maybe I can consider it."
"Really, brother?!"
Fang Yan's eyes lit up with surprises.
"You are really a snake, you can climb up along the pole."
Fang Hong shook her head and laughed: "I have asked Xiaoya to tutor you. During this period before the high school entrance examination , Do you want to work harder?"
Fang Yan agreed, "I will do it!"
Fang Yan touched the little sister's head, and Yang Xia each held one of her hands, holding hands. Return to Nanluoguxiang.
As soon as he arrived in the yard, he was stopped by Liu Dongfang. He took out a bundle of samples of "Yanjing Literature" from the house and said that the postman had just come but there was no one at Fang Yan's house, so he took them for them. Collected on behalf of others.
“Thank you, Uncle Liu.”
Fang Yan took out a book and presented it with both hands.
In a few days, "A Bite of China" will be published.
………………
"Shaolin Temple" has set off a movie-watching frenzy across the country. The ticket price of one cent has been continuously increased, but it is still difficult to get a ticket.
"Didn't you always say that you want to watch "Shaolin Temple" again? After dinner, we will go to the cinema."
Gao Yi walked up to his son, but Xiao Gao said nothing. He stared at the "Yenjing Literature" in his hand, his eyes unblinking, reading with gusto, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously dripping with laughter.
“The saliva is dripping out, wipe it quickly.”
"Dad!"
Xiao Gao was frightened and quickly wiped his saliva.
“You are so old and you are still drooling.”
Gao Yi shook his head.
"Dad, I couldn't help it. I was just reading this." Xiao Gao pointed at the culprit, "Yenjing Literature".
"You kid is trying to fool me. You can tell if you drool when you look at a magazine. Is there gold or delicious food in it?"
Gao Yi rolled his eyes.
"It's really delicious. The writing is really delicious, no, it's beautiful."
Xiao Gao handed the magazine over, "If you don't believe me, read it for yourself."
Gao Yi I didn't take it seriously at first and turned it over casually.
It doesn't matter if you turn it over once, you will sink in immediately.
Each essay not only writes about what you think, see, and hear about food, but also the entire production process of the food.
“After a busy day, I was going to treat myself to some delicious food. I searched for it and searched for it thousands of times. Suddenly I looked back and found it in the bright lights of thousands of houses... In fact, high-end ingredients often only require The simplest way of cooking. "
"Everything in the world is just a bowl of fireworks."
"One porridge and one meal are hard-earned.
One drink and one peck, full of bitter, spicy, sour and sweet taste. ”
“………”
This smell of fireworks is not only the charm of words, but also the fragrance of food. It simply comes to life on the page and injects into the soul.
Good-looking. It looks good, but it makes people get hungrier the more they look at it.
“Gulu, Gulu. "Gao Yi swallowed his saliva instinctively, especially when he saw cured meat.
It’s only been half a month since the New Year’s Eve dinner, and the taste of the bacon and fish seems to still linger in my mouth, leaving a fragrance on my lips and teeth. I can’t help but recall the feasting scene that day.
"Dad, do you think the words 'roasted sea cucumber with green onion', 'Peking roast duck' and 'shredded fish-flavored pork' written in dialect are better than the 'frog porridge' and 'roasted dog meat' in "Shaolin Temple" , Is it more delicious?"
Xiao Gao pursed his lips.
“Asking even though you know it.”
Gao Yi glanced sideways.
“What I want to eat the most is the nine-turn large intestine. It retains the original flavor of the large intestine. Hiss, it must be delicious.”
Xiao Gao drooled again in disappointment. , I’m so greedy!
As luck would have it, it was noon. In the Shikumen kitchen stove, several families were crowded together cooking. The sound of pots and pans could be heard throughout the alley, and the aroma of the vegetables was also heard. spread.
Floating in the aisles, it also rides on the wind and gets into people's noses.
It was as if he was immersed in the movie. The more Gao Yi watched "A Bite of China", the more his stomach growled.
"You still say that I am not up to expectations, and you are the same."
Xiao Gao curled his lips, and then heard Gao Yi say with a straight face, "You were just talking to yourself, saying something What!”
“Dad, when will dinner be served?”
“It’s time to eat!”
Following his wife's shout, Gao Yi and his son immediately came to the dining table. The lunch on the table was obviously the same as usual, but they suddenly felt that the soup was watery and it was hard to swallow.
"Mom, why doesn't your dish shine?"
Xiao Gao asked while dividing the bowls and chopsticks.
The wife stared: "The food is glowing, can it still be eaten?"
"It's all written on it. In the eyes of diners, real food is edible. Exuding great brilliance.”
Xiao Gao held up "Yanjing Literature" and said in a serious tone: "There is no Guo Qi, Mom, such a dish has no soul."
"Yes, Guo Qi is the soul of a dish."
Gao Yi looks like a gourmet.
“What a mess, give it to me quickly!”
My wife picked up the chopsticks and slapped them on the table.
Gao Yi and Xiao Gao shrank their heads and obeyed obediently.
Xiao Gao faced the carrot soup, like a mage casting a spell, and kept chanting: "This is duck blood soup, this is duck blood soup."
Then, facing the steaming soup The rice shouted, "This is egg fried rice", and he shouted to the fish, "This is carp baked noodles".
After hypnotizing himself for a while, Xiao Gao took a bite and immediately lost his strength. He said with a sad face, "This is not egg fried rice."
"What are you babbling about?"
The wife frowned, thinking that there was something wrong with her son's brain.
It wasn’t until Gao Yi gave an overview of the cause and effect that she realized that her son had been poisoned by "A Bite of China". She stretched out her hand and said, "It's as amazing as what you said! Show it to me!" "
Gao Yi presented the magazine with both hands, "Old Bu, this is the 'mixed shredded radish' and 'roasted radish' that Teacher Fang wrote. I think it's quite delicious. Is this the best we can eat tonight?"
"Carrot?"
My wife looked down and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by this sentence.
"High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods."
Seeing this, Wang Shuo smashed the magazine on the table, "Teacher Fang wrote well!"
" Isn't it? Moreover, when it was published, it happened to be at the stall where we were going to open a roast duck restaurant!"
Ye Jing rubbed his hands, excited.
Wang Shuo was very pleased with himself, "You see, isn't it wise for me to come up with this roast duck restaurant?"
Ye Jing gave a thumbs up: "Because of Teacher Fang's article, the place in Quanjude is really full, and it's impossible to grab a seat."
"How can this be done? Our roast duck restaurant should also be opened quickly."
Wang Shuo smiled and said, "We must have a share of this overwhelming wealth given by Teacher Fang!"
Not just Quanjude, but all restaurants mentioned in the essay are doing business these days. Hot, far beyond normal.
While "Shaolin Temple" set off a craze for martial arts across the country, "A Bite of China" also set off a craze for gourmet food across the country.
It turns out that China has been "food is the most important thing for the people" since ancient times, and the temptation of delicious food to the people is engraved in their bones.
What’s more, these days, many people are still struggling with food and clothing. They have a natural pursuit of “eating full” and an indescribable yearning for “eating well”.
"A Bite of China" has gradually become spiritual food. Many people will eat these proses in dialects even when they are nibbling steamed buns and drinking corn porridge, and their minds are full of imagining the literary works. The delicacies here will quench your thirst with plum blossoms.
Some people simply use "A Bite of China" as a recipe.
Follow the recipes and steps written in dialect, and make variations of scallops, braised cabbage, and stuffed fried dough sticks at home...
Especially radish, because this is the season when white radish is on the market in large quantities. The juicy radish is refreshing and delicious, has a tender and crisp texture, and can replenish qi. It can be called "little ginseng".
Dialect specially wrote a few more ways to eat radish, which accidentally boosted the sales of radish across the country.
The radishes in supply and marketing cooperatives and vegetable markets were all robbed, so that demand exceeded supply and radishes were in short supply.
Some local leaders were even alerted and held an emergency meeting to coordinate all parties and allocate carrots to meet the needs of the people.
It’s really a carrot meeting now!
Meeting for carrots!
(End of this chapter)