She felt dizzy just listening to her name. She didn't know what to eat. Kangxi knew all kinds of snacks very well, and finally recommended that she try the long hairy tofu.

"Long hair? Isn't that moldy? "

"Long hair is fermented on purpose. There is a saying in the ballad of" the eighteen monsters of Yunnan "that" only when tofu grows hairy can it be sold. "That is to say, the name of maotofu was given by my ancestors."

"Your old ancestors?"

"Kangxi, Kangxi of Emperor Kangxi!"

I almost forgot that he is a descendant of Aixin Jueluo family, although he is a man Han hybrid.

"Here, I'll take you to try it!"

"Is it really delicious?" She remained suspicious.

"Eat it, and you'll know!"

They went to the maodoufu stall. The flat bamboo cages filled with rows of maodoufu. They couldn't see that it was tofu at all. They only saw a long trace of hair. It was as clean as snow and as light as silk. It was like a work of art.

But it's a little smelly.

He pinched his nose and said, "it stinks!"

"The more smelly it is, the more delicious it tastes!"

While the stall owner is making tofu, he is also introducing it, which is a kind of mycelium beneficial to human body.

According to the length and color of hair, it can be divided into cotton hair, rabbit hair, mouse hair and tiger skin hair. Among them, white cotton hair is the best fermented and the most delicious.

Kangxi bought one. The stall owner quickly took five pieces of tofu and fried it in a pan. When the tofu was put into the pan, Mao would stand up and look like a living one. It was lovely. When it was golden on both sides, he could eat it with pepper and other seasonings.

When he tasted it, his eyes lit up immediately. It was hot, fragrant and spicy, especially fresh.

"Delicious!"

She nodded and put a piece of it into his mouth with her chopsticks.

Kangxi said: "after eating, we'll go to see Kongming lamp. It's almost time."

"Well!"

"Thirsty or not, shall I buy a bottle of water?"

Although Maofu is delicious, it belongs to Huizhou cuisine. It tastes a little heavy and salty.

"Oolong tea!"

"I'll buy it. There are many people here. You stand in the corner and I'll be back in a moment."

As she walked to the corner where there were few people, more and more people came to see the temple fair. There were lovers and good friends together, and there were many family trips. After a while, she didn't see Kangxi coming back. She stood on tiptoe and looked forward.

He is tall enough to stand out from the rest of the crowd. At a glance, he can find several girls around him.

Hu Hu's heart clattered for a while, was it recognized?

She ran over.

Kangxi is holding oolong tea in his hand. Several girls are about 18 or 19 years old. Their red faces block his way. His face is a little dark.

"You are Kangxi, aren't you?"

For some fans, idols can be recognized even if they turn into ashes.

Kangxi did not understand, he has become a strange millet, how can anyone recognize it.

A little girl took out her cell phone and said excitedly, "if you don't speak, it means you are."

Now the little girls are very brave, to see the idol on the chase, the face that is called a thick, fried fried may not be able to break.

"You have the wrong person." Kangxi cold face, see them still block, want to detour.

A girl rushed up and tried to reach for his beard.

At the critical moment, Hu ran over, turned his eyes and yelled, "Dad!"