The characteristics of Oucai are light oil, light starch, and heavy knife skills, so the thickening of the fried yellow croaker is lighter and clearer than that of West Lake vinegar fish. It is well fried and it still makes a sound when it is served on the table, but there is no smoke. It is covered by thick sauce. Gently push the fish away, a wisp of light smoke comes out, and you can eat it with a piece. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour.

Real Ou cuisine is not something that can only be eaten in luxurious and expensive high-end restaurants. Because seafood depends on the seasons and tastes different from different seasons. You must understand their best taste appreciation period.

No matter when you come, as long as you go to the common dining stalls that the general public eats or the crowded midnight snack stalls, you may have a good table of seafood. The large flow of customers and the stable consumption of fresh food make the food supply in these popular restaurants quite guaranteed.

The best thing now is plum fish, a small one, and the fish meat is very tender. Now the fishing ban period is even more expensive, and the good price is more than 500 per pound.

There is also pomfret with shrimp paste and jellyfish skin. The fish is fresh enough. The shrimp paste is a unique local salty product. It tastes salty and sweet. The fish soaked in shrimp paste is not only tender, but also has a little sweetness and meaty aroma, which is very delicious.

Shrimps are naturally indispensable. They can be eaten by blanching them in water and picking them up. The shrimp meat is firm and elastic. It is particularly soft, scientifically known as the dragon head fish. It is very thick after cutting into sections and melts in the mouth. It is delicious when cooked directly at home or boiled with powder.

Of course, for yourself, you can eat something different. There are two delicious foods that smell the more delicious, stinky tofu and amaranth stems. These snacks with special body odors are treasures once they become addicted.

The indescribable smell hits the nose, some people avoid it, and some people enjoy it.

During the first period of the Extreme Challenge, Xiaozhu tried the stinky amaranth stem. People across the country knew how sour and refreshing the smell was when they looked at his expression.

Even Chen Xiaoqing admitted that it was really smelly!

However, for locals, the moldy amaranth stems on the table on their own dining table are a good choice for summer meals. They are sour and refreshing when eaten. This is the special flavor it brings and the taste of home.

Speaking of moldy amaranth stems and stinky tofu, there is also the fate that we have to talk about. It can be said that moldy amaranth stems are considered the mother of stinky tofu.

Because the stinky tofu pickled with moldy amaranth stems is the authentic taste of stinky tofu.

If the lethality of moldy amaranth stems and stinky tofu is level 1, then the lethality of the steamed double odor made from these two combinations cannot be underestimated, and it is enough to poison the smell of a crowd.

Pick up a piece of tofu, and the smell of smelly amaranth stem flows in the juice. I bite the bad amaranth stem, which looks like jelly, and it refreshes the rice.

I heard that there is an upgraded version of Steamed Double Odor called Steamed Three Odor, Stinky Tofu Stinky Winter Melon Stinky Amaranth Stems. Those who can tolerate these three Odors are real Warriors.

Unlike stinky amaranth stems, stinky winter melon is soft overall, and it takes a little test when biting it. Only when the taste occupies the entire mouth can you chew it with a bite of rice and tastefully.

In terms of origin, Qian Qianzhao came from Songxia Town, Shangyu, Shaoxing. In terms of value, Qian Qianzhao was praised as a strange dish in the Qing Dynasty. In terms of taste, Qian Qianzhao and stinky amaranth stems are comparable. In terms of fame, Qian Qianzhao has been sold well in Southeast Asia.

The taste is a bit rinsed as soon as it is put into the taste, and then it will have a soft, glutinous, salty and fresh flavor. This fragrance is like those wines, and you can only feel the mold and it has a little fragrance in the aftermath.

Come to nearby Fuyang and see the famous Fuchun Mountain Residence. The water surface is like a foggy mirror, reflecting the slowly rising and falling ink hills. The dead trees on the water shore stand together in a bony manner, and a small boat swept past the water surface and disappeared into the distance.

The lakeshore is lush with trees and reeds, but now they are withered, withering, and the distant mountains are silent, and the scattered passers-by seem to be shuttled into a long scroll of ink and washing in the south of the Yangtze River.

When you walk into Wen Village, the location is a bit remote. There is a Wenbi Peak behind it, a surrounding stream in front, and the snow-covered farmland spread out like rice paper. It just so happens that the brush, ink, paper and ink are all intimately in line with the name of the village.

It has a long history and has more than 40 old houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties to the Republic of China. The alleys are narrow and densely packed. Walking along the stream, houses with three basic colors of gray, white and yellow are unfolded on the other side, clean and beautiful. Doors and windows are embedded in pink or stone walls, and the grids and shapes are unique and interesting. Occasionally, old houses with ages are sandwiched between them, which makes them interesting.

There is another row of new houses behind the new houses in the stream, with the same style and aesthetics, only with different shapes and styles. The white walls are lined with stairs and green plants, forming small Jiangnan gardens. A house has an irregular wooden door that looks novel, but it is supported by a bamboo pole on the side to dry clothes, and it still looks like an ordinary life.

Further down there are large old houses with mottled walls and green stones showing different textures, which have an old beauty. They are more moving than Wang Shu's new buildings. The new houses by the stream will gradually grow into this over time.

Standing on the bridge on the stream, the windows on both sides face different scenery. On one side are the old and new buildings in Wen Village, on the other side are snow-covered farmland and the hazy and unclear farmers’ self-built houses in the distance.

There are many small roads in the village, some of which are made of stone and some are yellow mud, with only a stone slab road, which winds and turns across the middle of the village houses and the pond. There are not many people coming and going on the village road, but the smoke from the scattered houses are already emitting smoke of the same color as the same day.

Horse head walls, stone walls, and pink walls imprint perfect reflections in the still water. Each courtyard house has an old story that has been dozens or hundreds of years old, and some exterior walls are hung with straw hats and straw raincoats worn by fishermen.

When you walk to the Fuchun River, there are large clouds floating in the sky, the river water is surging, and an unmanned small sampan is parked on the shore. The barge in the distance cannot be seen clearly, and the shadows of the mountains across the river are overlapping. If Huang Gongwang painted "Fuchun Mountain Residence Picture" in the middle of winter after the snow, the scroll would probably be like this.

Walking along the path towards the newly built Hangzhou-style houses in the past few years, it was already dark, and lights were lit through a complex of buildings across the pond, outlining simple roof lines, and the reflections in the water became clear and bright, with white walls and black tiles like ink and wash as elegant and simple.

This house in Jiangnan water town that is similar to Wu Guanzhong's works, made Dongziguan a popular internet village and attracted many people to visit. B&Bs have already been opened in several yards, and it is almost dark and there are big cars bringing a car full of expectations.

The locals rested early, and the shops were closed at 6 o'clock. The young woman called her little daughter who was playing by the pond to go home for dinner. Although the smoke from cooking was invisible, the aroma of the food was faintly heard from the air.

No wonder even Mr. Huang sighed at the different path of Fuchun Mountain. I set up a hall in it, burning incense and cooking tea every spring and autumn, and wandering there. When the morning mists and sunsets, the moon is raining in the window, or looking at it, or leaning on the railings, I don’t know that my life experience is in the world!

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