Chapter 514: A story with flaws and a flowing quail egg (for me to be a drunken month, the reward is more)

It’s not just awkward, Murphy is also curious to see Yang Lan.
"Do you know how the bridge rice noodle came?" asked Yang Lan.
"I know." Murphy smiled. "I know what you are going to say!"
Yang Lan raised a brow and deliberately said, "Is it? You know it? Then I will not say it."
"But, but I don't know!" He shook his head and twisted his on the chair, anxiously shouting, "Hey, I want to hear!"
Yang Lan said with a smile: "Well, my mother is not allowed to spoil, I will tell you."
Murphy waved his fist at the show, but his eyes were full of smiles.
"A long time ago, there was a scholar. In order to be able to concentrate on preparing for the exam, he went to study on the island in the center of the Dianchi Lake where we just went." Yang Lan said it, with a little modification of his own, "Island. There is nothing to eat, no restaurant, only he is alone, so at lunch time, his wife will come to give him lunch. However, because the road is a little far away, when she went to the island, the food was cold. It is."

It’s not good to be cold!
I’ve been immersed in the story of my father’s vivid paintings, and the little girl reminded me very well.
"Yes!" Yang Lan took a hand and slammed his thumbs up and said, "Hey, you are too smart, yes, this meal is not good if it is cold!"
He was boasted, twisted his fingers and smiled happily.
"But no way, at that time, is it so convenient now, there is no incubator, it will definitely be cold in the past, what should I do?" Yang Lan said, he deliberately sold it.
Murphy’s eyes gazed at Yang Lan. She heard the flaws in the story told by Yang Lan, but she just didn’t say it, sitting there laughing.
"What should I do?" Thinking about it for a while, then convulsing a smile, and asked a little.
"The little lady thought of a very good way to make out the bridge rice noodles that we ate. The other dishes were cooked hot, then they were served in a dish and placed in a basket. The main thing is This soup!
Yang Hao pointed to the sea bowl and said with a smile.
The soup is cooked and covered with a layer of fat chicken.

The little girl slightly opened her mouth and heard it.
"This layer of oil can be critical, because the oil cover is in the noodle soup, which can block the heat in the soup, so that it is not easy to contact with the air and the heat disappears." Yang Hao's fingers are stroked, and the voice is plunged into the "science." ".
so amazing! The big eyes of the cockroaches are all amazing.
"So, the little lady took the bowl of hot soup, went to the island, and then put those dishes and rice noodles that were cooked before, just like us now, all the dishes and rice noodles are hot and hot. Hot, and the scholar can also eat a hot and fragrant lunch, and finally can continue to work hard to prepare for the exam!"
"This is the origin of the bridge rice noodle!" Yang Lan finished, ready to welcome the daughter's praise.
However, at this time, Murphy couldn't help it. She smiled and said, "Wait, the rice noodle is there, cross the bridge?"
Yang stunned a moment. He quickly thought of the key. He explained with a smile: "The little lady went to the island and walked through a bridge, so this dish was called the bridge rice noodle."
As he said, Yang Lan couldn't help but smack at Murphy and seemed to blame: "There is a demolition!"
Murphy’s conspiracy succeeded, and he smiled secretly. He also glared at Yang’s eyes:
Hey, how, not convinced?

I didn't think there was anything in the trip. She thought the story was very interesting, and it was a long-term experience. She smiled happily and watched her father and mother eyebrows.
Because the soup is still a bit hot, Yang Lan asked for a small bowl, fished out some, while blowing, while feeding the little girl.
Yang Lan picked up a rice noodle and watched the little girl into her mouth. She ate and ate, and asked with concern: "Nothing? Is it delicious?"
"No taste." But he shook his head.
"No taste? Then you drink some soup, this is to eat together with soup, a chopstick rice noodle, a spoon of soup." Yang Yu points soup in a small bowl, and then let 曦曦 taste.
Finally, the little girl’s eyes lit up:
Good!

He followed Dad, his mouth was very embarrassing, something was delicious, and everything was general, she knew. This old duck, old chicken, pork bone stew soup, can not drink?
Try something else, chicken is OK, vegetables are not good, parsley is not like, thin slices of meat are also delicious, but what you like most, is that small trick!
But there is only one quail egg in each bowl, and after eating his own bowl, he still wants to eat and looks at his father with his eyes.
Yang Lan has to clip her own to her.
"Don't do this, don't do this!" But he took the father's hand anxiously and said, "Spicy."
I really don't like spicy food, she smells the spicy smell of the soup.
"Not very spicy!" Yang Hao had tasted it. The fried peppers here are not so spicy compared with Sichuan and Shonan. He said, "I don't believe you taste it."
"No, I don't want it!" The little girl shook her head in resilience.
"If I don't use water to brush you," Yang said.
The small head of the skull is the same as the rattle.
Murphy clipped the quail eggs in his bowl and said with a smile: "Then eat the mother."
曦曦 I agreed this time. She was happy to open her small mouth, leaned back on her small head and pointed to herself. She said, "Ma Ma, here, give me food!"
"Small lazy!" Murphy sat in his mouth, watching her eat and dance, could not help but smile, "No!"
"I am also full." Yan Zhi proudly patted the little belly and said. She just drank two small bowls of soup, ate a lot of meat, and the little belly was already bulging.
After serving her daughter, Yang Lan was relieved, waving chopsticks, pulling a sip of a large rice noodle, and he was a little hungry.
However, Yang Lan, while eating, put the quail eggs in his bowl to Murphy, Murphy slowly eats, she still has a big bowl.
"Hey, don't give it to me!" Murphy saw a little bit of chili oil on her clear soup. Although she felt warm in her heart, she couldn't help but groan.
"You eat two people alone, eat a little more." Yang Yan said with a smile, "and really not hot, I don't lie to you, you try, if you are spicy, oh, okay?"
"You can't beat you!" Murphy gently patted Yang Hao's shoulder.
Yang Xiao smiled and continued to pinch her best duck in her bowl: "Hey, eat more."
"I don't want to, I don't want to become a fat pregnant woman when I am pregnant!" Murphy snorted. "Come back, you have nothing to eat!"
"The rest is still for me, afraid of jealousy." Yang Xiao smiled. "And I don't like to eat duck."
Of course, this is squinting and talking, and Murphy has eaten ducks with Yang Lan at home.
Murphy, but Yang Lan, had to think about it. She took the flowered pork and the chicken with a bit of fat from her bowl to Yang Lan: "Then you help me to eat this, it is too greasy!"
In fact, it is not particularly greasy, such pork and chicken are delicious!
Yang Lan and Murphy are like this, you push me to let, a bridge rice noodle has been eating for a long time.
PS1: 4/4, because the title can't be written. PS2: Some book friends said that the rate of green flowers in the military is very high. Xiaohan does not deny this, but they also said that "speaking in the heart" is not famous, the singing rate is not high... This Xiaohan is not convinced. Ah, how many years has this song been sung? In the 20 years from 1980 to 2010, there were countless singing programs on the TV stations. There were almost condolence performances or the same song. Wei Weiwen would sing. This song is the real pop song! Brother, you have not experienced the era of military songs, folk songs, and grassland songs; PS3: Thanks to Xi Yuming, Long Yuchen, domineering side leakage, small flat head, magic dark angel, book friend 1510017175328821 million reward! ! Thanks also to other book lovers! ! (づ ̄3 ̄)づ