C15 Jing Yixuan

Lin Xi scooped up a spoonful of oil from the edge of the tea with a spoon of spoon and blew it gently by his mouth before carefully putting it into his mouth. It still felt a little hot, but the taste seemed to be exactly the same as the one in his memory.

After eating the oil tea, Lin Xi picked up the golden spoon and took a small bite. It was crisp in his mouth, but his heart skipped a beat. He could not help but ask. "Your Ladyship Zhao, are you from Cang Xi? This spoon tastes good."

When Lady Zhao heard Lin Xi asking her, she put down the work she was busy with and wiped her hands with her apron as she walked towards them. As she walked, she smiled and said, "Young man, are you from Cang Xi? But how am I from Cang Xi? I am from Lang Zhong!"

It turned out that this golden spoon of oil was one of the specialty snacks in the North Sichuan region. The scope of the spread was not very wide. It was even much smaller than the spread of Ba Chuan Oil Tea. It only circulated around the Cang Xi region of North Sichuan. Among them, the food cooked by Cang Xi was the most authentic.

Lin Xi's hometown was the Cang Xi. Initially, he thought that he had met a hometown of the Cang Xi, but he didn't expect that Lady Zhao was actually from the Lang Zhong. However, the distance between the Cang Xi and the Cang Xi wasn't far. It could be said that there was no distinction between the two.

The cooking method of this spoon of oil was actually very simple. It was to spread a layer of rice powder inside the special water spoon. The rice powder would shake and run across the entire spoon. Then, the excess rice powder would be poured out. Then, it would be placed in the spoon with a spoonful of prepared stuffing and flattened.

It was worth mentioning that the stuffing used to make the spoon of oil was made from tofu, carrots, bean sprouts, and onions. It looked red and white, yellow and green, and it was so vivid that one's appetite couldn't help but increase.

After flattening the stuffing, one only needed to sprinkle a layer of rice powder on it. The oil spoon could be fried in oil, and the fried oil spoon was golden and delicious. It was soft on the outside and tender on the inside. The fragrance wafted through the air, and it was much more delicious than ordinary oil cakes. However, because it was shaped like a water spoon, it was called the oil spoon.

When Lin Xi was young, his mother would take him to the city for a stroll every New Year's Day. She would also buy him a spoon of oil. At that time, the spoon of oil would cost fifty cents each.

In other words, the spoon of oil was Lin Xi's childhood. Even when he met the old man later, the old man loved him and spoiled him. He had never bought him a spoon of oil like his mother did.

It was precisely because the golden spoon in front of him reminded Lin Xi of his childhood that he asked this question.

"Brother Xi, how did you know that Lady Zhao belongs to the Cang Xi? Could it be that you two know each other?"

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After finishing the meal, Lin Xi and Ang Youyong returned to the underground garage to pick up the car. It seemed that parking the car was a troublesome matter no matter where they were.

When they walked back to the parking lot, Lin Xi was sweating profusely in this weather. No matter how hard he wiped, he could not stop the sweat on his forehead. However, it seemed that he had really recovered from the cold. His nose was stuffed and he could breathe.

It seemed like the oil tea in Ba Chuan was really as Ang Youyong said. It could also cure the cold.

"Hehe, Brother Xi. If you sell your baby turquoise, you'll have to treat us to a meal. " It's even more expensive. Otherwise, I won't do as you say. "

Lin Xi looked at Ang Youyong, who was driving energetically. He could not help but smile gently and said, "There are only five turquoise stones. I reckon they are not much weight. If they are really sold, they might not be too expensive. If they are of high quality, they are only worth ten thousand yuan. This is not a big deal for you."

"That won't do. It is the old tradition to eat and drink. We can't lose them. It doesn't matter what we eat, but we must eat. Am I right? "

"Okay. If we really sell it to earn money, I'll treat you to a bowl of rice soup and dried radish. I don't care if you're full or not. We don't lack this bit of money! " Although Lin Xi was joking, neither he nor Ang Youyong would take it seriously. Instead, it attracted Ang Youyong's laughter.

It was funny. For many years, Ang Youyong had always said that he wanted to lose weight. His slogan was loud and loud, but he could not control his mouth. Therefore, he became fatter instead of losing weight. His fiancée seemed to have taken a liking to him, and that was why she wanted him to marry her.

It was true, it was not that a family did not enter the same house.

Ang Youyong's teahouse was near the three streets of Antique Street, which was also the largest flower bird city in Luzhou City. It was more than 450 meters long. The entire street was filled with ancient and elegant bell and drum families. There were all kinds of flowers, birds, antiques, and other shops.

Although this flower and bird Antique Street could be considered bustling, it was also mixed with fish and dragons. There were people from all walks of life in it, and it was said that there were even people who died in it.

Lin Xi really did not understand why Ang Youyong would open a teahouse in that place.

Actually, the reason why Ang Youyong opened the teahouse in that place was because of its geographical location. It was located in the center of the city. It was facing the Tuojiang River. It had an exquisite and deep feeling, and it also had a lively and lively atmosphere.

Besides, other people came to teahouses to drink tea. Otherwise, they might as well go home and close the door and make a pot of wine for themselves.

Just as he got off the car in front of the teahouse, an emblem sect building that seemed to have the style of Jiangnan water and countryside appeared before Lin Xi's eyes. It was simple and old, and the atmosphere was even more laid out.

The building wasn't very tall. It was only three stories tall and didn't take up a lot of land. It was only three hundred square meters. However, its atmosphere and age were vividly displayed.

The gate of the building was an old red painted gate. There were two tall red lanterns hanging outside the gate. There was also a golden plaque with the words "Jingyi House" written on it.

Lin Xi saw the majestic scene outside the Jingyi House and suddenly thought of a poem. He secretly sighed and said, "It really is a big red door. I just don't know if the wine and meat stink."

From time to time, Lin Xi would walk into the Jingyi House with Ang Youyong after he had seen enough of the architectural style. As soon as he stepped into the Jingyi House, he felt that the entire world seemed to have quietened down. There was an inexplicable sense of emptiness and tranquility in his heart.

At that time, just as Lin Xi pushed open the heavy and simple door of the Jingyi House, a faint fragrance suddenly lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel as if his entire body had relaxed.

This fragrance should be the sandalwood fragrance in the shop.

At this time, outside of Jingyi House, the noise of the city and the traffic were still continuing. The pedestrians on the road were still running about for their lives. It seemed like the Jingyi House and the outside world had become two different worlds. It was surprisingly peaceful and peaceful.

"Hehe, Brother Xi. Our Jingyi House isn't bad, right? Don't just stand there. Let's go in and take a look."

Lin Xi regained his senses and followed Ang Youyong's footsteps with a smile. The interior of the Jingyi House was decorated in a very vintage style. Almost all of them were made of wood. The style was also the theme of the vintage style. All kinds of green bonsai decorated the interior, adding some greenery.

In addition, on the corner of the window, there were all kinds of tea and refreshments. Some of the tea and refreshments were placed in delicate porcelain plates, and some were served on every table. In the olden taste, there was a hint of elegance.

At this moment, the sound of a string could be heard faintly. It was likely that the professional technicians in the teahouse were playing music. The elegant and quiet bamboo string was clearly visible.

But looking at the smoke curling up, smelling the fragrant tea, and the sound of the zither lingering leisurely, it really made one feel content. This Jingyi House was really a good place to enjoy and relax.

Ang Youyong called Lin Xi to go to a quiet room on the second floor. This place was even more quiet on the first floor. Not long after they sat down, a waiter brought two cups of clear tea and a few plates of desserts.

- The content came from [Miaow Reading].