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Yang Fann was considering whether this sariras could be exposed to the public. If it was an ordinary monk's sariras, then if it was Shakyamuni's sariras, Yang Fann would probably be recognized by others very quickly. In that case, Yang Fann would immediately become everyone's target, and if any international disputes were to arise, he could only run away with his Space of Jade Pendant.
Sigh, I think I'll just leave it for now. Although the sariras are precious, it's better not to see the light of day until I find out where they came from.
Thus, Yang Fann put the sariras in Space of Jade Pendant's thatched cottage. It was not safe to put them on his body, and it was not safe to leave them outside the thatched cottage.
Only the space hut was the safest. Yang Fann had already tested it, those animals that were still alive couldn't enter at all. Even Black Bear and Xue'er couldn't enter the space hut.
After tidying up the spoils of his trip to Myanmar, Yang Fann was in the mood to stroll around the streets. He tasted the local food, tasted the local beauties, and took a look at the local customs and local customs … Uh, okay, observing people's affairs doesn't seem to be something Yang Fann should be doing. Don't do it if you just pinch the wheel.
Yang Fann's favorite food was the famous rice crossing bridge. Although there were people who sold rice crossing bridges all over the country, in Yang Fann's opinion, it should be the rice crossing bridge. After all, it was the origin, so there should be something unique about it.
Crossing rice line is a special snack in southern Yunnan province, which belongs to Yunnan cuisine. It is said that crossing rice line originated from Mengzi area.
Crossing the bridge has a history of more than 100 years, there are many legends about its title, the most widely spread is as follows:
According to legend, in the Qing Dynasty, there was a small island in the center of a lake outside the city of Meng in the south of Yunnan. An Elementary Scholar went there to study, and the Elementary Scholar's wife often brought him rice noodles to eat.
Later on, on a coincidental delivery of chicken soup, the Elementary Scholar's wife discovered that the chicken soup was covered in a thick layer of chicken oil, like a pot lid, allowing the soup to maintain its temperature.
First, she cooked the chicken, the bones, and other ingredients. She covered them with a thick layer of chicken oil and heated the rice well at home. Then she cut the ingredients thin and cooked them on the island with boiling oil and added them to the rice.
As soon as this law was spread, people followed it, for there was a bridge to be crossed on the island, and in memory of the good wife, later generations called it the Crossing Rice Line.
The bridge line consists of four parts:
First, the soup is covered with a layer of boiling oil;
Second, seasonings, there are spicy oil, MSG, pepper, salt;
The main ingredients are raw pork tenderloin, chicken fillet, black fish fillet, and water used to ripen pork loin, belly tablets, and squid fillets. The supplementary ingredients are pea tip, leek, and coriander, onion, grass bud, ginger, Yulan slice, boiled bean curd;
Fourth is the staple food, namely water slightly ironed rice.
A hot day was not a good time to really have eaten the rice bridge. However, the weather was not a problem for a foodie. As long as his stomach allowed it, anything else was fine.
Thus, Yang Fann ate a full meal. It was said that he had been looking for this bridgehead for more than 80 years. He had opened his shop since before liberation, and had kept it open up till now.
However, Yang Fann did not believe this statement. If someone said that the restaurant had been opened since before liberation, Yang Fann could still reluctantly believe it. However, Yang Fann did not believe this statement, saying that the restaurant had been opened since before liberation, Yang Fann could still reluctantly believe it.
After the liberation, the economy was reformed. This hotel became a state-run hotel, after the Cultural Revolution, the economy was reformed, and this hotel became a private restaurant.
Yang Fann could only smile bitterly. This was called having no say without investigation. He only knew that personal management was not allowed for a certain period of time. He did not know that the country could even change private management into state management.
After all, no matter how strong Yang Fann's ability was and how abnormal his memory was, it was inevitable that his knowledge and experience would not be broad enough.
Under normal circumstances, a good foodie would also have a good culinary skill. Otherwise, if he couldn't find a good dish to eat, his stomach would suffer. In order to satisfy his appetite, cooking would be a piece of cake.
Yang Fann only had one round of authentic overpass rice straw, and he basically mastered the method of making overpass rice straw. Even if it was the so called ancestral soup secret recipe, Yang Fann was able to analyze most of it from the taste. As long as he used his space ingredients, the overpass rice wire he made would definitely not be worse than the one he had now!
When he returned to the hotel at night, Yang Fann first took a warm bath. Just as he was about to go to bed, the phone beside the bed rang.
Don't get me wrong, it's the hotel phone, not Yang Fann's phone.
"Hello sir, do you need any service?"
"Ugh …" What kind of services do you have here? "
Yang Fann was a well-mannered youth, of course he wouldn't say it was hard to listen to a soft girl who gently called him to ask.
"There are all kinds of services. Massage, foot bath, oil push... "Hehe, there are others as well. Sir, do you want to experience them?"
"Great, since you guys have all kinds of services, why don't you give me a storyteller!" Let me tell you, I like listening to reviews the most, especially the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" written by Yuan Guangcheng. It sounds too satisfying, and also, the "White Brows Hero" written by Dan Tian Fang is not bad, and... "And …"
Yang Fann's reaction speed was much faster than a normal person's. When he said this, his mouth was like a machine gun, and no one could even think of sticking his mouth in. He talked for more than ten minutes without any heavy samples, and in the end, even the girl on the phone was about to cry.
In a room filled with the smell of makeup and perfume, a seductive, fair-skinned girl slowly replaces the receiver in her hand, stroking her towering breasts with her hands, trying to calm her racing heart, her eyes dull, her pupils dilated, her breathing short, like a fish on shore.
A group of women immediately surrounded her, chattering and asking about the situation, asking if she was feeling unwell?
Just then, the phone on the table rang. When the girl who was stroking her chest saw the caller ID, she jumped out of the crowd as if her butt had been pierced by a needle.
"Don't... Don't pick it up, don't ever pick it up! "