FH Chapter 36: 酥油茶和芝麻饼
[Butter Tea (Tibetan, Mongolian etc drink derived from milk) and Sesame Biscuit]
Pic: Butter tea
Sesame Cakes
Too many things to replace and pick up, Li Haitang used a charcoal pencil to make marks on the paper, good thing the original owner can read and write, she wrote without any pressure.
There was time to pass by the county, the house that Ruan left for the siblings, also had to be tidied up, it was their last retreat.
About an hour later, the carriage entered the city, and the road became wide. The Border City gave off a relatively thick and heavy feeling, everywhere were ancient and simple streets, and on both sides were mostly houses made of stone.
“Outside the city gates there is a city moat of a hundred or so meters, the water flows swiftly and there are many large stones along the river.”
Xiao Lingchuan, it was not the first time he had come here, he was very familiar with the city, he was afraid that he had spoken more in the past two days than in the last few years put together, unconsciously, surprisingly, he did not need to pause, only that he himself did not realize it.
That moat serves as a barrier, the barbarians are the only ones who aren’t so insolent, otherwise where would the people of Da Qi have peaceful days.
“There’s about a dozen or so days, it’s going to snow in the border city.”
The winter in the north is long, starting from October ( Lunar calendar) to the following year’s February and March, a whole small half a year long, stone house is sturdy, unlike thatched houses, in the middle of the night, sleep in a daze, but also have to get up to clear the snow, otherwise there is too much snow, the roof is easy to collapse.
The village is quite good, every family can pick up firewood, use straw to burn a fire, the people in the city, firewood can only rely on purchase, or buy charcoal to warm themselves.
“Big Brother Xiao, there are still butter tea sellers over there.”
Li Jin Hu couldn’t help it, poked his head out of the carriage window, pointed at a small stall at the corner, his tone was very excited.
Buttered tea was a speciality of the barbarian side, when he was a child, his father went to the city to do work, and once brought back a pot of it for his sister and brother, the taste of it, made him very nostalgic.
Xiao Lingchuan parked the carriage on one side, Li Haitang brought Li JinHun out of the carriage, and the three of them sat at a table.
“Boss, three bowls of buttered tea.”
Li Haitang glanced at Xiao Lingchuan, the savage elder brother was not good at talking, she took the initiative to speak, “And that sesame cakes, serve a plate.”
“Alright, little lady, coming right away.”
The boss is a small fellow middle-aged man, seeing three people somewhat smiling and laughing, very enthusiastic, there are many people coming and going to drink tea. He, alone, is very busy, but not in a hurry.
Li Haitang found out that in the border city, there are not many women who seek the limelight to do business, it may have something to do with the customs, most people here are taller and bigger.
“Jie, this sesame biscuit is hollow inside, and there’s white sugar, it’s so delicious!”
Li Jin Hu was also a foodie. When he mentioned food, he couldn’t stop talking about it. When his mother Ruan was alive, she liked to make a kind of small snack called Pork belly with preserved veg.
Tasty Jin Hua ham on the table, baked, dotted with sesame seeds, take a bite, fragrant, crispy, crunchy, with a hint of sweet, that is his favorite snack.
Jin Hua ham was too expensive, and only during the New Year’s Eve, when he made a request, his mother could satisfy the need.
“Jin Hu, don’t underestimate your Jie, I can make it too!”
Every time their parents were mentioned, the atmosphere had to be low for a while. Li Haitang was not the original owner, but could still feel Ruan’s love for her children, she patted her chest and boasted.
Pickled Vegetables
She would make more than just pickled vegetables and meat pie.
Meat pie:
Xiao Lingchuan never said anything, but when the siblings praised the sesame cakes, he stood up and bought a packet with the boss.
He thought that he would make a simple oven (baking oven) on his return trip to the iron smithy (blacksmith) in town, bring it back to Li Haitang to fiddle with it herself and he ate whatever she cooked because he had eaten her cooking, and had great trust in Li Haitang’s cooking skills.
