The literary era since 1979

Chapter 151: Saliva Flowing Down
February 2, Jiaodaokou Cinema.

Fangyan's family of four appeared in an orderly manner. There was a long queue of people buying tickets at the ticket office, and the scene was spectacular.

Fortunately, I bought the advance ticket in advance and sat in the second row.

After a while, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was officially released.

The sound of the theme song echoed in the dark theater.

“Shaolin, Shaolin.

How many heroes have come to admire you,
Shaolin, Shaolin.

How many miraculous stories are told about you..."

Hearing this, Fangyan gradually recalled the "feat" of watching three consecutive shows in one day in his previous life.

After all, before "Shaolin Temple", Chinese films had neither the concept of "entertainment films" nor the term "martial arts films".

Although the story is simple and adapted from "The Thirteen Monks Save the Emperor of Tang", the focus of martial arts films is not the plot but the fighting scenes. Every move is sharp and every punch hits the flesh, which is a complete sensory enjoyment.

Stimulate!

Even Yang Xia was so excited by the movie that on the way back from the screening, she kept talking about "Shaolin Temple" with her children.

"elder brother!"

Fang Yan jumped up and down, "Can you write a martial arts novel?"

"Nonsense!"

Before Fang Yan could open his mouth, Fang Hong frowned and said, "How can your brother write popular literature like martial arts novels!"

"Popular literature is also literature, why can't I write it?" Fang Yan grumbled, "Aren't romance novels also popular literature? Didn't my brother write Under the Hawthorn Tree for me?"

"What are you reading? You are about to take the high school entrance exam. Why are you reading martial arts novels? You are not allowed to read any novels!"

Yang Xia said unhappily, "I took you to watch Shaolin Temple today. You must study hard for the rest of the semester."

Fang Yan raised her chin and said, "I don't want to take the entrance exam for a technical secondary school. I want to go to university. I want to fulfill my brother and sister's dream of going to university!"

Fang Yan and Fang Hong looked at each other, with relief in their eyes.

"Your words are quite encouraging. How about this, if you can get into a key high school, maybe I can consider it."

"Really, bro?!"

Fang Yan's eyes lit up and she was pleasantly surprised.

"You really are a snake, just climb up 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, you should work harder, okay?"

Fang Yan readily agreed, "I will!"

Fangyan patted Xiaomei's head, and he and Yangxia each held one of her hands, and hand in hand, they returned to Nanluoguxiang.

As soon as he arrived in the yard, he was stopped by Liu Dongfang. He took out a bundle of sample issues of "Yenching Literature" from the house and said that the postman had just come, but there was no one at Fangyan's home, so he collected it for them.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Fangyan pulled out a book and presented it with both hands.

In a few days, "A Bite of China" will be published.

………………

"Shaolin Temple" set off a movie-watching craze across the country. The ticket price of one cent was continuously driven up, but it was still hard to get a ticket.

"You've always said you wanted to watch Shaolin Temple again, right? After dinner, we'll go to the cinema."

Gao Yi walked up to his son, but saw that little Gao said nothing, staring at the "Yenching Literature" in his hand without blinking, reading with great interest, drooling unconsciously at the corners of his mouth.

"You're drooling, wipe it off quickly."

"dad!"

Xiao Gao was frightened and quickly wiped his saliva.

"You're already an adult, and you're still drooling."

Gao Yi shook his head.

"Dad, I couldn't help myself. I did this just because I saw this." Xiao Gao pointed at the culprit, "Yenching Literature".

"Are you kidding me? You can drool just by reading a magazine. Is there gold or delicious food in it?"

Gao Yi rolled his eyes.

"It's really delicious. It's written so deliciously. No, it's beautiful."

Xiao Gao handed the magazine over and said, "If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."

Gao Yi didn't take it seriously at first and just flipped through it.

It doesn't matter if it flips over, it will sink into it in an instant.

Each essay not only describes what the author thinks, sees and hears about food, but also describes the entire process of making the food.

"After a busy day, I was ready to treat myself to a delicious meal. I searched and searched for it, and when I looked back, I found it among the lights of thousands of homes... In fact, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."

"Sifang food is nothing more than a bowl of human fireworks."

“Every meal should be appreciated as it is not easy to come by.

Every sip and every bite is filled with bitterness, spiciness, sourness and sweetness. "

"........."

The smell of fireworks is not only the charm of words, but also the aroma of food. It jumps off the paper and injects the soul.

It looks good, but it makes people hungrier the more they look at it.

"Gulp, gulp." Gao Yi swallowed his saliva instinctively, especially when he saw the cured meat.

It has only been less than half a month since the New Year’s Eve dinner, but the taste of the bacon and cured fish I ate seems to still linger in my mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on my lips and teeth. I can’t help but recall the scene of the feast that day.

"Dad, do you think the dishes written in dialect like 'Scallion-fried Sea Cucumber', 'Beijing Roast Duck', and 'Fish-flavored Shredded Pork' are tastier than the 'Frog Porridge' and 'Roasted Dog Meat' in Shaolin Temple?"

Xiao Gao pursed his lips.

"Asking knowingly."

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. It must be delicious."

Xiao Gao is drooling again, making me so greedy!

As luck would have it, it was noon and several families were crowded together in the kitchen of the Shikumen house, cooking. The sounds of pots and pans could be heard throughout the alley, and the aroma of food also filled the air.

It floats in the aisle and also gets into people's noses with the wind.

It was as if he were actually there. The more Gao Yi watched "A Bite of China", the more his stomach growled.

"You still say I'm not motivated, aren't you the same?"

Xiao Gao curled his lips, and then heard Gao Yi say with a straight face, "You were just talking to yourself, what were you talking about!"

"Dad, when is dinner?"

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Following his wife's call, 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 it was bland and difficult to swallow.

"Mom, why isn't your dish glowing?"

Xiao Gao asked as he distributed the bowls and chopsticks.

The wife glared at him and said, "The food is glowing, how can we eat it?"

"You can eat it, it's all written on it. Real food shines brightly in the eyes of diners."

Xiao Gao held up the Yanjing Literature and said seriously, "There is no smell of the wok, Mom. This kind of dish has no soul."

“Yes, wok flavor is the soul of a dish.”

Gao Yi behaves like a gourmet.

"What a mess! Give me the food!"

The wife picked up the chopsticks and slammed them on the table.

Gao Yi and Xiao Gao shrank their heads and did as they were told.

Xiao Gao looked at the carrot soup and kept repeating, like a wizard casting a spell, "This is duck blood soup, this is duck blood soup."

Then, he shouted to the steaming rice, "This is "Egg Fried Rice", and shouted to the fish, "This is "Baked Carp Noodles".

After hypnotizing himself for a while, Xiao Gao took a bite and immediately broke down. He said with a sad face, "This is not fried rice with egg."

"What are you talking about?"

The wife frowned, thinking that there was something wrong with her son's brain.

It was not until Gao Yi explained the whole story that she realized her son was poisoned by A Bite of China. She stretched out her hand and said, "Is it as magical as you say? Show it to me!"

Gao Yi handed the magazine over with both hands, "Old Bu, these 'Mixed Shredded Radish' and 'Roasted Radish' written by Teacher Fang look delicious to me. Can we have these tonight?"

"radish?"

The wife looked down and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by a sentence.

“High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.”

Wang Shuo smashed the magazine on the table when he saw this, "Teacher Fang writes well!"

"That's right, and the timing of the announcement is great, as it's right when we're about to open a roast duck restaurant!"

Ye Jing rubbed his hands, very excited.

Wang Shuo was smug, "See, my buddy's idea of ​​a roast duck restaurant is a wise one, isn't it?"

Ye Jing gave a thumbs up: "Because of Teacher Fang's article, Quanjude is really full. It's impossible to grab a seat."

"That won't work. Let's open our roast duck restaurant as soon as possible."

Wang Shuo smiled and said, "We must have a share of this overwhelming wealth that Teacher Fang has given us!"

Not only Quanjude, but all the restaurants mentioned in the essay are doing booming business these days, far beyond usual.

While "Shaolin Temple" set off a nationwide martial arts craze, "A Bite of China" also sparked a food craze across the country.

In China, food is the most important thing since ancient times. The temptation of delicious food is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

What's more, these days, many people are still struggling to make ends meet. They have a natural pursuit of "eating enough" and an indescribable yearning for "eating well".

"A Bite of China" has gradually become spiritual food. Many people would even read these dialect essays while eating steamed buns and drinking corn porridge, imagining the delicious food in the articles and quenching their thirst.

Some families simply treat "A Bite of China" as a recipe.

Following the recipes and steps written in dialect, I made scallops and cabbage, stuffed fried dough sticks, etc.

Especially radishes, because now is the season when white radishes are on the market in large quantities. The juicy radishes are refreshing and delicious, tender and crispy, and can replenish qi, so they can be called "little ginseng".

Fangyan deliberately wrote down several more ways of eating radishes, and accidentally boosted the sales of radishes across the country.

All the radishes in the supply and marketing cooperatives and vegetable markets were snatched away, resulting in a shortage of radishes.

Some local leaders were even alarmed and held emergency meetings to coordinate all parties and allocate carrots to meet the needs of the people.

This is really a meeting of carrots!
Meeting for radishes!
(End of this chapter)