Chapter 78: Memories of 1 bowl of tofu brain

　　 "By the way, I want tofu brain sweet." Fang Lian added to the owner.
　　 The shopkeeper said apologetically, "Girl, sorry, we don’t have sweet tofu brains here."
　　青城 is located in the north of China, and natural salty tofu is the mainstream.
　　 As for sweet tofu brains? Sorry, all sweets are alien!
　　 So in the north, most tofu nao shops only prepare salty ingredients.
　　 Fang Lian frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the result, "then there is always sugar, just add a few spoonfuls of sugar to me."
　　 The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "Girl, if there were sugar, I wouldn't say there is no sweet tofu brain here. How about...you go to another house?"
　　 "No need." Fang Lian waved his hand, and Zhu lip opened slightly, "Salty tofu brain is salted tofu brain. By the way, remember to add a little less primer."
　　 "Yes, girl, please wait a moment!" The shopkeeper smiled and responded, and walked over to prepare.
　　 A large spoonful of tofu brain was drunk by Cheng Nuo, and his whole body instantly felt warm.
　　 Cheng Nuo smashed it, smashed it, and while eating, the other side said pityingly, "Sister Fang, you are from the South? Why are you running north?
　　 Fang Lian smiled and took a bowl of steaming tofu nao from the store, and thanked him. Fang Lian watched the heat gradually rising in the air, and there was a look of memory in his eyes.
　　 "Actually, I am not strictly a northerner." Fang Lian recalled, "My mother is a southerner, but she couldn't stay in her hometown and moved to the north."
　　 Fang Lian used a spoon to gently skim a layer of bean curd, opened his ruddy mouth, and put it in his mouth to savor.
Fang Lian’s eyes showed deep nostalgia,
Actually, when I was a kid, every time I was greedy, my mother would take me to a tofu shop on the street to ask for a small bowl of sweet bean curd. She was sitting opposite me, Quietly watching me gobble up the bean curd. A bowl of bean curd, for me at that time, really carried too much."
　　 "However, after moving to the north, I rarely drink bean curd. Brother, do you know why?"
　　 Cheng Nuo shook his head, expressing complete bewilderment.
　　 Didn’t it say that breakfast is delicious? How could it become a column of memories of the past?
　　 A touch of sadness flashed across Fang Lian's face, "Because, everything has changed. I can't find the taste of the past, and...the people of the past!"
　　 "My mother died in the second year of moving to the north, leaving only my brother and I to depend on each other. Since then, it has been more than 20 years, and I have never eaten tofu brain again."
　　 "so?" Cheng Nuo asked.
　　 "It's gone, that's all." Fang Lian took another sip of tofu, carefully returning to the taste, "Actually, I think the salty taste is good, but it's worse than the sweet one."
　　 "Salty is delicious, but sweet is heresy." Cheng Nuo took a sip of tofu and said in a non-salty or light tone.
　　 "Sweet and delicious, but salty food is heresy." Fang Lian took a sip of tofu nao very elegantly, retorting Cheng Nuo.
　　 "But you... what you drink now is salty." Cheng Nuo silently made up the knife.
　　KO!
　　 This time, the battle between salt and sweetness, as a northerner, Cheng Nuo, relying on geographical advantages, won Fang Lian!
　　 Fang Lian's extremely enchanting eyes gave Cheng Nuo a fierce look, but did not refute Cheng Nuo.
　　 Atmosphere, there was a strange silence again.
　　 Both of them drank the tofu brain in front of them in silence.
　　 A rapid cell phone ringing rang, but it was not Cheng Nuo's, but Fang Lian's call.
　　 Fang Lian answered the phone and spoke ably.
"Hey, it's me. Has the first batch of goods arrived? Okay, please check this batch carefully to see if there are any fakes. If not, ship it directly to the next home. By the way, the last time you noticed Do you find blue-and-white porcelain that anyone wants to sell?...No? If you don’t, then continue to look for it! Don’t pick those who don’t lack money, they all wait for the appreciation and won’t buy it.... Okay, that’s it, I Hang up first."
　　 Seeing Fang Lian's capable face, Cheng Nuo, who sat opposite, was indeed stunned.
　　 "Sister Fang, are you...really an antique?" Cheng Nuo swallowed and asked.
　　 Fang Lian raised his head and glanced at Cheng Nuo, smiling charmingly, "Otherwise, little brother, what do you think I do? I can't live in such a high-end community for the rest of my life~"
　　 Fang Lian triumphantly showed off to Cheng Nuo, "Yuanfang Antique Acquisition Company, my sister, how about it now?"
　　 Cheng Nuo really did not expect that the indescribably glamorous mature woman in her thirties in front of her was actually a strong woman in charge of a company.
　　 "Awesome, awesome." In this regard, Cheng Nuo had nothing to say except for a "dead dog one".
　　 Fang Lian said, "How about, little brother, are you not interested in antiques?"
Cheng Nuo took a bite of the fried dough sticks and said in a vague tone while chewing, "Sister Fang, I heard that ~EbookFREE.me~ people who play antiques seem to be very good, and you can tell at a glance that an antique is genuine. , Or a fake horse, is it true?"
　　 Fang Lian shook his head and smiled, "It's not as exaggerated as you said. Without decades of experience, it is almost impossible for the average antique dealer to tell the authenticity of an antique without using any instruments!"
Fang Lian continued to show off triumphantly, "But my sister is an exception. I have mastered this technique in only ten years. What is the most important criterion for distinguishing whether an antique is a genuine or a counterfeit? It is its production. The value of a porcelain unearthed in the Song Dynasty and a porcelain unearthed in the Tang Dynasty is more than several grades. Most of the fakes are modern imitations. As long as you can determine the dynasty to which an antique really belongs, basically You can determine the authenticity of this antique!"
　　 "But those merchants who make fakes are not those who eat rice. After those fakes are manufactured, half of them will go through a series of processing, giving it a deep sense of history. It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish from the appearance."
"However, even if you are an experienced antique dealer, you can't help it. It's just like my sister, so talented and intelligent, it only takes ten years to determine which antiques belong to. In the era. I still missed it once and lost millions."
　　 Fang Lian shrugged and preached in a calm tone. It seems that this loss of millions has not been taken seriously.
"So, little brother, the water in antiques is very deep and deep. Don’t work on porcelain without diamond diamonds. Unless you have a high level of knowledge in antiques, don’t enter this business. Otherwise, you won’t even lose money. know!"
　　 Cheng Nuo asked with a look of curiosity, "Sister Fang, you must be very good at antiques?"
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