Chapter 559

All night long, Duan Hong was thinking about the twelve meridians. Why did the internal Qi suddenly disappear when the small intestine meridian of hand Taiyang and Sanjiao meridian of hand Shaoyang pass through Dazhui acupoint on the back.

In other words, why Dazhui cave is like a black hole, never satisfied with swallowing its own internal Qi? Dazhui acupoint is just a acupoint on the back. So much internal Qi is pouring in. Why is there no discomfort?

Duan Hong passes the internal Qi into Dazhui acupoint through the two Yang veins again and again. He wants to see how much internal Qi he can contain. Unfortunately, half a night later, he almost exhausted all the internal Qi, and Dazhui acupoint still can't satisfy himself.

Gradually Duan Hong felt a little dizzy. He repeated his boring work over and over again. He felt irritable and confused. His inner Qi was more likely to be in disorder. At this time, he had to stop, otherwise he would easily go wrong.

"Hoo

Duan Hong breathes heavily and opens his eyes. He finds that it's daybreak outside. He puts on the akini casual clothes sent by Han Luo and opens the curtain.

The haze of the sky finally cleared up, warm sunshine shining on the face, especially comfortable. Looking at the dense traffic on the street below and the movement of people, it is obvious that office workers have started their day's work.

Duan Hongfei quickly washes, goes out of the room, does not shout several still sleeping women, walks down the hotel alone, this hotel is Yan Xiaowen for Yan Kuo engagement reservation.

There were not many guests. Most of them were Yan Xiaowen's friends invited to attend the ceremony. Duan Hong felt a little hungry. When he came to the restaurant and saw the model breakfast of milk bread or pickled rice, he had no appetite at all, so he went out of the hotel to see if there were any snacks with Shanghai characteristics.

Out of the hotel, sunny, cool air, easy to see exhaled white gas, this winter may come early.

Duan Hong gazed and saw a narrow street not far from the hotel. On both sides of the street were shops selling special snacks. There were a lot of people, and vehicles could not pass through. Everywhere, one or two people with bean milk in their hands and steamed buns in their mouths could be seen catching up with the bus in front.

"It looks like it's good here." Duan Hong, who didn't know his name, walked past. From a distance, he smelled the smell of meat in the air and saw a lot of people standing in front of a shop.

Duan Hong was a little interested. When he approached, he saw a steamed bun shop with at least a dozen people at the door. He was queuing up through the window, staring at dozens of small steamers still on the pot.

Inside, the chef in white looked at the time, and then took down more than ten steamers one by one from the pot. Inside, there were lovely steamed buns.

Immediately, the crowd in front of them crowded and threw their money into the glass window one after another. In exchange for a cage of steamed buns, they left with satisfaction.

However, in three minutes, dozens of steamed buns were sold out. Many people around them were very depressed because they didn't buy them. However, when it was time to go to work, they had to leave reluctantly, thinking that they must queue up early next time.

Duan Hong was very surprised. He didn't expect that the business of such a small shop was so hot. He looked up at the plaque on the door of the shop: authentic Nanxiang.

The four characters are actually the inscriptions written by Emperor Kangxi.

Duan Hong suddenly realized that when he was studying Shizong with the third master, he heard what he said. Baozi is one of the traditional national delicacies. It is said that it originated in the period of the Three Kingdoms. Because of the vast territory, there are different interpretations of baozi in the north and the south. In the north, it is mainly big Bao, which is big and full of pitfalls. This is related to steamed bread, one of the staple foods in the north. It is slightly different in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, It's a little smaller than in the north.

The most authentic steamed bun in Shanghai is Nanxiang xiaolongbao. In the north, it is mainly made of hair noodles. In Shanghai, Nanxiang steamed bun is heated with boiling water when it is mixed. The skin of the steamed bun is thin and strong.

Duan Hong watched as several chefs were busy wrapping steamed buns and swallowing saliva. There were fewer people waiting in line at the door of the meeting. Duan Hong didn't need to take them away, so he went into the shop.

The storefront is not big, there are more than ten tables, most of them are sitting people, the age is mainly old, and some office workers are eating crazily.

There was a bowl of wonton or millet porridge in front of everyone. Immediately a young waiter came to greet Duan Hong and asked him what to eat.

At first he used Shanghai dialect, but Duan Hong couldn't understand it. Then the waiter changed to Mandarin and said, "Sir, are you a stranger?"

Duan Hong smiles a little. It's tacit. Some local people don't understand Shanghai dialect.

The waiter said, "you're right. Nanxiang steamed stuffed bun originated in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The old emperor passed by us when he went down to the south of the Yangtze River. After eating it, he felt that it tasted better than the big steamed stuffed bun in the capital. He nominated Nanxiang authentic bun for us. Are you a tourist in Shanghai? You can't miss this Nanxiang bun. "

"OK, give me - three cages and a bowl of old chicken soup." Duan Hong said, smelling the smell of meat around him, he couldn't help it for a long time.

"Three cages?" the waiter said

"What? I'm afraid I can't finish it? " Duan Hong said with a smile.

The waiter said: "Nanxiang steamed stuffed bun is best eaten while it's hot. When it's cold, the soup will solidify with the oil, which makes it uncomfortable to eat. There are ten or twenty cages in this cage. I'm afraid you'll waste them. "

"Ha ha, don't waste it. I like delicious food best. Just come up." Duan Hong sent the waiter, but Nanxiang xiaolongbao had one in the bun. As for the taste, Duan Hong tasted it for the first time. I hope he won't be disappointed.

It's not long since the steamed buns were put into the cage. It's estimated that it will be some time. Duan Hongmin always likes to observe the crowd in strange places.

Through the window, you can see that there is a man selling oil cakes on the opposite side. Few people eat breakfast there. The chef in the shop moves the cooking utensils for making oil cakes to the door to attract the passing people as much as possible. Unfortunately, many people come for steamed stuffed buns. It's not the same to watch them. Now TV reports all kinds of materials harmful to human body, such as gutter oil and Sudan red, which make people hate greasy food.

Fat Chef's face is frosty, looking at the opposite bun business is booming, very red eyed, at this time he will do a cake on the next wooden basket.

All of a sudden, the black hand quickly went into the wooden basket and took away the newly made oil pie, but the distracted chef didn't find it? Duan Hong said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there are thieves in big cities." He turned his eyes on the man who took the cake.

I saw that the man was unkempt and had long hair. He covered his whole face, dressed in old cotton padded clothes, smeared black at least, and some broken places were exposed. He squatted in the corner, holding oil cakes in his hands and eating them.

But after a while, the man finished eating the cake, got up and stole a glance at the cake chef, licked his lips. He stood up and looked very tall. He didn't look much shorter than Zhushan.

He leaned over to the front of the kitchen utensils again. With lucky eyes, he secretly observed the chef. When he saw that he had made another oil cake and put it into the wooden basket, he immediately reached for it.

This is the time when the chef saw it. The chef's reaction was also very fast. The spade in his hand fell on the big black hand quickly. With a bang, the man couldn't steal the cake. He was hit by the spade and pulled back his hand in pain.

The chef was worried that he could not sell the pancakes. He was full of anger and immediately cried out, "thief, catch him." A few guys in the shop ran out, and the thief ran away, limping and his left leg didn't seem sharp.

He ran less than five meters and was chased up by the chef. The pan and shovel slapped him on the head. The thief fell to the ground with a cry, and his body shrank into a ball. Any guy and chef who later caught up with him beat him wildly.

"Don't - fight, don't fight - Hong - Hong help me -" the thief spoke like a fool.

But the voice was loud. Duan Hong, who was sitting by the window, could hear it clearly, especially the sentence: "Hong help me.".

Duan Hong's brain roared, and his dark pupils suddenly contracted. Looking at the dark face, he felt a pain in his heart and couldn't sit still.

He ran out of the buns shop in a crazy way and ran into the waiter who brought him the buns. He bumped the waiter and said, "hey? Your bun, sir

"I'll be right back and add two more cages." Duan Hong's voice was so cold that he took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and threw it to the waiter.

"Here? What a strange man. " The waiter took the money and put the steamed buns on the table. The customer was God, so he had to do as he gave the money.

"Stop it Duan Hong, who ran out of the shop, came to the thief who had been beaten and stopped drinking loudly. Some of the assistants and chefs.

The chef squinted at Duan Hong and saw that he was well dressed. He didn't dare to say anything ugly: "this friend, he's a thief. He stole my oil cake. It's cheap to beat him."

The thief kept shaking, his head in his arms.

Duan Hong was heartbroken. "How much is the cake?"

"Five dollars each." The chef guessed that the young man might be the same lover. If he wanted to help the thief, he didn't care as long as he gave money, let alone the thief, or even fed the dog.

Duan Hong took out 50 pieces and threw them to the chef. "These are enough." The chef took the money, said with a smile that it was enough, and took the man back to the shop.

Duan Hong squatted down slowly, holding out the Buddha's left hand and gently touching the man.

The man was afraid and thought that someone was beating him, so he shrunk more quickly.

Duan Hong gently pushed his hair away. Seeing his dirty face, he felt very sad. He took the thief who was full of rancid smell into his arms: "Li Bo! You - let me find it. "

The man was very uncomfortable, constantly struggling to get rid of Duan Hong's embrace, but Duan Hong was not loose. His eyes were ruddy and his teeth were clenched: "Li Bo! I am - Hong

When the thief heard this, his body suddenly trembled and he was honest.

For a long time, Duan Hong raised his head, controlled the tears he wanted to leave, and helped the thief up: "brother, people are standing and walking. They can't climb."

Looking at Duan Hong, the man giggled and clapped his hands: "Hong, it's really Hong. Oh, I finally found you. Hong, where have you been? If you don't go back to school, you will be scolded by the teacher. By the way, Li Niu has been beaten away by me. They dare not bully you. "

"Ah --" Duan Hong couldn't help it any more. His tears poured out like a spring, and he held the man in his arms again.

Passers by were puzzled, including the chef, who thought: this man is so strange. He looks young and dressed well. How can he hold a thief together?