Chapter 69: He Ping’s Soup Dumpling Journey
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The first ray of morning light shone on the city wall of Bianliang. He Ping rubbed her eyes and stood up on the city wall.
The sky is clear and blue.
He Ping stretched, looked at the soldiers on routine patrol in the distance, waved to them in the distance, and then jumped off the several-foot-high city wall with a slight jump.
There was once a joke about Qing Gong, that is, in the arena, few people can jump from the first floor to the third floor, but from the third floor to the first floor, anyone can try it as long as they are braver.
The difference is that you need to rest in bed for a few days afterwards.
Even He Ping was able to climb the city wall of Bianliang with bare hands, but she did not jump up in one leap.
So now, naturally it is not a leap.
The so-called light skill of leaping in the air, spreading your hands, and gliding forward like a glider. Don't talk about others, not even He Ping can do it.
But He Ping is very good at jumping off buildings.
When she was halfway down in the air, she took out a short dagger from her waist and inserted it into the city wall beside her. As the sparks jumped, her descending movement also began to slow down. He Ping calculated her steps. distance, finally tapped the wall with his toes, took out the dagger, and landed lightly on the open space at the corner of the city wall.
The whole process probably only takes a few finger snaps.
It can be said that for a master of He Ping's level, all the city walls in this world are like walking on flat ground to her.
Of course - even if she traveled hundreds of miles to come here just to eat soup dumplings.
Now, He Ping had arrived at a soup dumpling shop and saw that the boss had opened the door and hung out the dumplings. The steamer inside the store was steaming.
There were diners sitting in twos and threes inside and outside the store, with a bowl of yellow millet porridge in front of them, one or two cages of soup dumplings, balsamic vinegar in a small ceramic plate, and red fried peppers next to it.
As soon as the boss looked up, he saw this girl standing neatly next to her, wearing an emerald green dress. Although He Ping was not too young, almost thirty years old and almost middle-aged, she looked very pretty. Young, giving people the illusion of being in his early twenties.
"Girl, would you like a basket of steamed buns?" the boss greeted warmly.
"How much does a bun cost?" He Ping asked the price first.
"Two buns for one penny." The boss said with a smile: "One cage of buns costs five cents."
He Ping nodded, counted out fifteen cents from the purse, and handed it to the boss: "Give me three cages of buns. "
The boss agreed and asked He Ping to sit down. Not long after, he brought over three cages of hot steamed buns, along with a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of seasoned balsamic vinegar.
He Ping nodded, thanked her, took out her chopsticks and picked out the beautifully wrinkled and jade-like soup dumpling, then put it in her mouth and took a bite.
At that moment, the full juice overflowed out. Although it was delicious, it was really hot. He Ping was caught off guard and took two steps back, screaming that it was hot.
The boss looked on amusedly: "This is your first time eating soup dumplings?"
He Ping snorted lightly.
Although she was burned, she still insisted on finishing the soup dumpling slowly.
Then he raised his head and said seriously: "It's delicious."
The boss smiled: "When eating soup dumplings, there is a trick, which is to open the window first, then drink the soup, swallow it in one gulp, and your mouth will be full of flavor. You must do it step by step, and you can't I'm anxious."
He Ping nodded, took a small bite of the second soup dumpling, drank all the soup inside, and then swallowed the dumpling. As expected, the taste was very different.
"By the way, boss." He Ping suddenly raised her head: "How can I sell this steamer?"
The boss was surprised: "This steamer is for people who eat, how can it be sold? And what is the girl doing after buying it? Is it possible to make soup dumplings for herself? ?"
"I'll take some back to give my family a taste." He Ping looked at the boss and said.
"Is it a long way?" the boss asked.
He Ping shook her head: "It's not very far."
The boss smiled: "If the distance wasn't very far, I wouldn't sell you unsteamed buns."
As he said this, he turned around and took out a bamboo bun from the store. He Ping asked: "
How much is it?"
"Girl, just give me twenty cents." The boss replied.
He Ping counted out another twenty cents from the purse and handed it to the boss. She put the other two baskets of soup dumplings into the food box, then sat down to finish her portion and picked up the Food box, say goodbye to the boss.
The boss said to walk slowly, but saw that the place in front of him was empty, and the woman in emerald green clothes had disappeared without a trace.
He looked at the palm of his hand.
The copper coins are still there, like a dream.
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He Ping left the city, avoiding the main roads and only walking on remote paths to avoid disturbing others.
In this case, He Ping was able to spread out her body as much as possible. She was walking across the forest and across the river, as if walking on the flat ground, and her clothes were flowing in the wind.
She ate soup dumplings in Bianliang City at Chenshi, and before Sishi, she could see the walls of Luocheng in the distance.
The woman returned to the main road and walked into the city as if nothing happened. When she came to the door of Xiaohun Inn, she suddenly found that the door of her inn was locked. He Ping frowned and reached out to knock on the door. After a while, it was convenient. Came over and opened the door.
"What happened?" He Ping looked at Fang Bie and asked, still holding the bamboo food box in her right hand.
"It's not convenient here. Let's go in and talk." Fang Bie said quietly.
He Ping nodded.
The two walked into the lobby, and Fang Bie closed the door again. Then He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Where is Lin Xue?"
"Lin Xue is waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival to wake up." Fang Bie said.
"Ask her to come down." He Ping said, "I brought breakfast for you."
Fang Bie then turned around and asked Xue Ling to come down. The two of them sat opposite He Ping in a polite manner. For some reason, the landlady When I came back, I felt very at ease, like I wouldn't be afraid even if the sky fell. After the two people sat in front of them, He Ping was not in a hurry to ask what happened. Instead ,
she opened the food box and handed the two people chopsticks: "Eat."
In the hot air, Xue Ling picked one up with chopsticks, and He Ping said: "Don't be in a hurry to eat. Open the window first, then drink the soup. Swallow it in one gulp, and your mouth will be full of flavor."
He Ping actually recited it very quickly.
Xue Ling nodded, listened to He Ping's words, and took a bite. Although the soup inside was not hot, it was still warm.
And very delicious.
"By the way, Sister Ping." Xue Ling finished eating and asked, "Where did you buy these soup dumplings?" "
I've been in Luo City for a while, but I haven't seen any shop selling soup dumplings."
He Ping looked at Xue Ling and said two words quietly.
"Bianliang."
Xue Ling coughed loudly.
Choking.
(End of chapter)