South of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi, the hills and ravines are continuous, a piece of loess wind blows dust and sand, and the dry and cracked land leaves a series of clearly visible yellow footprints, a long slip extends to the end of the hoof prints in the distance, and a small donkey rides a calf licking hairstyle, wearing an earth-gray robe Old man.
"I rode a white horse and walked three levels······ Change into plain clothes and return to the Central Plains ······" The old man on the donkey shook his head and half-squinted, humming a tune that he had only learned in his life, repeating the old words over and over again like an inferior repeater.
The donkey under the old man's crotch raised the donkey's head at this time, and saw the outline of a city appear on the horizon of the loess high slope in the distance.
"Slow down, slow down, you brute what's in a hurry, you're just a donkey, what are you doing with Lao Tzu, all the food in your mouth is soil, can you flat-haired brute slow down, slow down" The old man on the donkey's back stretched out his hand and raised a willow strip and shook off the donkey's ass angrily scolded and scolded.
After a long time, the outline of the city gradually became clear, and a touch of the atmosphere of the ancient capital came to the face, and the ancient city, Xi'an, was in front of you.
Before entering Xi'an City, the old man in the earthy yellow robe turned over and jumped off the back of the donkey, stopped and stood with the reins, and looked back at the Loess Plateau that had disappeared behind him.
After a long time, Lao Dao turned around and led the donkey into the city, leaving a desolate tone floating into a loess plateau behind him.
"People eat soil for a lifetime, and in the end, it is inevitable that the soil eats people once" "Let's da, let's da, let's go" The old man led the donkey into Xi'an City, walking the streets and alleys all the way around, and the pedestrians on the road couldn't help but smile at this scene and looked sideways, it was really the calf licking hairstyle on the old man's head and a dirty and non-trash earth-gray robe plus the donkey beside him It's too nondescript, saying that he is a Taoist priest, but he just combed a three-seven point smeared with inferior hair oil and a shiny head, saying that he was not a Taoist priest but wore a very simple Taoist robe, which made people laugh.
The old Taoist priest didn't care, led the donkey all the way to the Huimin Fang, came to Xiyang City to interrupt, and then walked into a small alley, and finally stopped in front of a small door, tied the reins to a stone, and walked into a small shop with his hands behind his back.
There is a signboard hanging outside the door of the small shop, which reads Lao Mi's steamed buns, and there are only four tables in it, the table top is shiny and dirty, and there are several elderly people sitting on two tables.
Locals in Xi'an eat steamed buns with a smooth saying, outsiders eat Lao Sun's family on Dongguan Zheng Street, Xi'an people eat Lao Mi's, and people in Muslim Street eat Lao Liu's family.
The most famous is that the people who travel to the old Sun family go there to eat, but if you want to say which taste is the most authentic, it has to be the old rice family, but few people know that the old rice family bubble bun hidden deep in the depths of this alley is the retired old rice head who has nothing to do to play to pass the time.
As for the one that was interrupted in Xiyang City, it was done after his son took over.
In terms of authenticity and taste, of course, Lao Tzu is the most particular here.
"Old rice, let's make a bowl of steamed buns, put more spicy seeds," Lao Dao sat at an empty table and craned his neck and shouted.
In the kitchen, out of an apron gray-haired old man about seventy years old, slightly hunched waist, saw the old Taoist priest on the table was stunned, and then nodded again and again and said: "Okay, good, I'll go and serve you a bowl of hot water" A few minutes later, the old rice head personally took a bowl of steaming steamed buns and carefully placed them on the table, and his hands were stained with the oil stains leaching from the bowl, and then rubbed on the apron carelessly, and sat on the stool with an eager face: " You haven't been here for a while, is this a dry ssathing?
” The old Taoist priest picked up a pair of chopsticks, reached into the bowl and stirred it vigorously twice, blew hot air, picked up a large chopsticks and put the mutton into his mouth.
"Hey, old rice man, how can you give this old road steamed bun more than this one, you old guy is not authentic" The old man on the table next to him looked over, his face dissatisfied.
Lao Mi raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice: "What's the matter, what's the matter, I'm just willing, I want you to be more careless?"
” Several old men laughed, and they didn't care, these are all old customers, it is the old people in Xi'an City who have eaten old rice and steamed buns for a lifetime, and they may have to worry about this bite when they enter the coffin.
The old Taoist priest said while eating: "I'm too lazy, there are fewer people going down the mountain, I don't like to move when I'm old, I just have a stutter, and I don't want to come all the way to you to eat a bowl of steamed buns."
The old rice head was suddenly unhappy, and said righteously: "What are you talking about, you want to eat, what can you do if you say it, and you can carry mutton soup and steamed buns to the mountains for a trip, and how can you do it for a few days?"
The old Taoist priest's mouth was full of ground, and he muttered: "It's good to have a heart, it's good to have a heart."
Lao Mitou sighed and said: "You saved dozens of people from our Lao Mi family, how can a bowl of steamed buns be worthy of your great kindness, I really wish you could come to me every day to eat a bowl of steamed buns, hehe, you don't come for a long time, but you miss it tightly."
An old man next to him asked in a good way: "Old Mitou, is this your benefactor?"
” "Yes, yes" Lao Mitou nodded busily, puffed up his chest and said: "There is no great benefactor, how can there be the current Lao Mi family, how can you have the steamed buns that you bad old men eat every day, you have to thank him" Several old men looked at him suspiciously, and someone asked: "Seeing that he is about the same age as you, why do you return your old age, you are old, what a great kindness is this?"
” Lao Mitou glanced at Lao Dao, then turned his head and said in a low voice: "When I saw him more than 20 years ago, he was like this, do you say that you don't call you Lao, call you Sazi?"
” Several old men immediately shook their heads in disbelief, pouted and said, "It's nonsense."
The old Taoist priest knocked the bowl with chopsticks and said, "Another bowl."
The old rice head was suddenly happy, and hurriedly said: "Okay, let's have another bowl" The old Taoist priest picked up a toothpick from the table, picked his yellowed teeth, burped contentedly, then took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked a pleasant one, and hummed the old-fashioned tune in his mouth again.
After waiting for a long time, the second bowl of steamed buns was served, and the old rice head asked again: "How is that little baby now?"
But I haven't seen it for many years, and his favorite food used to be Ejia's steamed buns, and more than ten years have passed."
The chopsticks in the old Taoist priest's hand paused, and then said: "It's okay, it's okay."
After speaking, Lao Dao seemed to sigh inexplicably, his eyes were slightly red, and he ate the steaming steamed bun with chopsticks, and after ten minutes, a bowl of steamed buns was eaten, Lao Dao rubbed his stomach and thought about it and said: "Let's have another bowl, put more spicy seeds" The old rice head was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "You can't eat anymore, there are two big bowls, you can still stand it if you eat again."
"What's the matter, what's the matter" Lao Dao shook his head and said with a smile: "Just eat this last bowl, and if you want to eat it again, you may not have time."
Lao Mitou was stunned again, and then said cautiously: "Are you planning to go back to the mountains and not come down?"
Otherwise, if you want to eat again in the future, I can go to the mountains, if I can't walk, let my son go" The old Taoist priest smiled: "Let's talk about it."