Earthly taste

hometown melts into food, and food turns into bone and blood.

I am greedy and clever. According to my mother's dictation, when I was taken home from primary school, I shouted the loudest and most frequently among the pupils. I asked for this and that for a while. At that time, I was still a shy little girl. I didn't know what to say when I was greedy. I only said that my mouth was tasteless. When my mother is in a good mood, she naturally has a string of Tomatoes on sticks in her left hand and a bean cake in her right hand; if she is annoyed, she can only be ruthlessly said, "Oh, then you can eat a bunch of chili peppers."

after this, I learned at an early age that something should be said clearly so that it would be saved by others to take advantage of the loophole. Huh! Of course, this is later.

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my primary school is located on the edge of my grandfather's neighborhood. Although the primary school is not famous, it can only walk a few steps outside the school gate, which is a street full of diners and vendors. In the morning, the steamed buns' cages are piled high. The vegetarian filling is in the shape of a crescent moon, and the meat sink is a full moon. When the sun slopes to the west, roast chicken Duck Seasoned with Soy Sauce stewed pork begins to be put on the table. The red sauce-colored whole meat was so exposed on the knife-marked board, emitting a charming fragrance. Tempting to commit a crime. When buying cooked food, children generally take advantage of it the most. You have to give more to the children when you cut the meat. If I had had a thicker skin and told my aunt sweetly that I liked chicken wings, I would have had two more chicken wings in the bag in my hand. Of course, don't ask me how I know. Then my mother found out what I was doing, and she wouldn't let me do it.

"it's not easy for others."

wait until winter, the streets are full of clouds. The dishes and dishes all over the street were surrounded by a thick white fog, no matter the trolley for the omelet stalls or the hot pot for deep-fried Youtiao. The women shouted about business, the sound of men eating cakes and soup, the shouts and laughter of children, and occasionally mixed with the squeak of live birds. The streets are noisy, with a pair of leisure and insipidity peculiar to the peaceful world. The pain of the world is too far from the market.

remember that one winter, it just snowed. My father suddenly wants mutton soup. Pulled me out of bed in the early hours of six o'clock in the morning. It dawns late in winter in the north. The east is slightly white, and there is still chaos all around. I was a little scared, but my father was in high spirits. I was drowsy all the way, and all I could think about was how the road was so long today that I followed my father's steps. I didn't have any consciousness until the two people sitting in the restaurant. By the time I regained my mind, there was a bowl bigger than my head in front of me, with slowly fragrant mutton soup and a round pancake next to it. I was silent-in my father's eyes, leftovers had to be disposed of by family law. However, the big-hearted father did not think that the stomach of a little girl under the age of ten could not be compared with that of a big man. And when my father woke me up, he said to me, "get up, Dad will take you to eat delicious food." If you go late, it will be gone. "

my fart is up. But I don't like mutton soup:) live with a smile.

I don't know whether it's to cure me or something, but I don't have a shop around ten miles from junior high school that has anything to do with eating. Of course, this doesn't bother me. Every Friday after school, I always ride my bike to eat teppanyaki in the opposite direction from home. But later, because I was so nostalgic that I forgot that time had been cut twice by my mother, I gradually lost interest in going. After all, it's not very delicious. Usually, on weekends, my parents will not treat their cubs badly. I do not know whether it is because people in my region love to enjoy their food too much or how, generally, there will be a diner alley with the same content in the old community. Among them, my community is famous for its large number of species. The town was safe and stable, and I ate the mutton kebabs at the back door of my community until I was 16 years old, and I wouldn't stop until we moved out.

the whole family lounges on summer weekends. My mother was too lazy to stir-fry, so she sent me to prepare some cold dishes. My father also asked me to bring a bottle of beer, canned in Qingdao. My mother likes to eat rotten bamboo, my father likes to eat peanuts, I can do anything. I always remember. On the weekend morning of my father's business trip, my mother didn't want to cook. Put the meal money on the table the night before last. I get up early in the morning, so I take the money and go to Yibin Burning Noodle Restaurant to eat. Rice noodles or noodles are delicious no matter what. Every morning, as usual, his small TV set is locked in the central thirteen sets, and the man who makes noodles always has to take a look or two when he looks up. After the meal is full, as usual, I want a bowl of rice wine, egg flower, and glutinous rice dumplings for my mother. The dumplings are little dumplings without stuffing. When I wrote this, I seemed to hear my mother chirping when she ate dumplings. Sometimes she comes to eat with me. It was cold in winter, we sat opposite, her face was hidden in the fog, and her voice was reassuring.

when I eat alone, I usually have a snack after dinner. So I always go to a small store nearby to buy a pack of puffs. The man who opened the shop was an old couple, and the old man was in a wheelchair. Both of them were cold and quiet, and the small room was cold. The only voice in the small room is also news. There is also a shop owned by an old couple in the neighborhood, and the grandfather is talkative with a little slippery in the micro-market. Some children went to buy spicy gluten and almost brought back a dog.

some people sell raw soybean milk in the community, which is also a sideline of retired old men and women. The storefront is located on your balcony. As it is on the first floor, a small ladder is installed outside. I used to love to help my mother buy soya-bean milk, and there is no particular reason, just love to watch that machine beat soya-bean milk. Soaked soybeans poured down from the funnel, buzzing for a while, the milky white soymilk flowed into the bag, and the slightly yellowed soybean dregs were slowly pushed into the basin. The air is full of the smell of raw soy milk, refreshing and refreshing.

my family has the Moon Gate, which is a Sichuan restaurant with a tough name-"spicy hot pot fish". That piece of land does not seem to have good feng shui. Nothing in the shop that used to be opened here will last for two months. Probably because of the fierce folk customs in Sichuan, the business has been booming since the restaurant opened. Three or four large round tables were placed on the sidewalk on a summer night, surrounded by red-faced men. The green beer bottles were tilted everywhere under my feet, and the plates on the table were covered with red oil. I have the best store in that store. My favorite food, Yu-Shiang Shredded Pork. Sichuan people call the little girl "sister". Every time I ask for food, the hostess always smiles and says to me, "Sister, sit and wait." That store has been open for a long time, saying that it is not too much for the shopkeeper to watch me grow up, and I am not watching their lives with a cold eye. When they first arrived, they were just a Sichuan couple with a little boy who had already become a badminton player when I moved out. His award and photo were placed in the most dazzling part of the spicy store.

when the restaurant first opened. One day at noon, the hostess was out in the sun. I happened to meet my father who came back from work. She smiled at my father. "come in?" My father has a deeply hidden innocence, so I think they are very enthusiastic. So I came back and told to my mother at the dinner table. When my mother heard this, she was suddenly surprised and asked, "her family is not for sale, is it?" My father glanced at me, who was naive and ignorant. My face was blue and blue, but it was difficult to reason with her. It was hard for him, but he finally avenged my bowl of mutton soup.

when it was approaching the high school entrance examination, my mother saw that I studied hard and always sent me to order food and bring it back. I can't finish memorizing my English, so I memorize it in the restaurant while waiting for food. One day I was waiting on my back when suddenly a little boy came in. I know the little boy, the son of the hostess's sister. The restaurant business was booming and my sister's family came to help. The child was sweating and was about to drink water when he was coldly dragged to me by his aunt.

"This is the sister who endorses everything she orders. You learn more!" I was so frightened by the sudden compliment that I forgot to answer for a moment. Now that I think about it, I always feel like I still owe her a thank you. More or less, people think highly of me.

then went to high school. The alley at a high rate is a street famous for snacks. There is always a traffic jam at any time. Whenever the school bell rings, all kinds of boys and girls come alive from the pile of books. The crowd was so crowded that I was able to meet him. In the street, I saw him and his companions come out smiling. He was wearing a blue down jacket, the tallest one among the boys. Sometimes he sat down in the shop, sometimes he bought it and left.

remember it's still winter. It was dark early in the morning, my female companion and I ate fake food in a fake and shoddy restaurant. I don't know what happened that day, but I inexplicably wanted to eat in that alley. It was as if he had been bewitched by someone, and by the clean window, my eyes met his inquiring eyes. And then he came in. I heard his voice for the first time, low and gentle, polite and approachable. The black-and-white film finally has a color. I think he's looking at me. He's looking at me. That's my only thought. It's ridiculous. I knew him at an early age, but I didn't know his name until I was separated. He haunted me on and off. But it suddenly appeared every time I forgot him. Just like a demonstration, leaving a string of deep and shallow footprints.

later, I went to college and came to a southern city. There is no dissatisfaction with soil and water, and all the food in the canteen can be imported. I always thought I was an omnivore and could accept any taste of food. But when I ate in college, I felt less no matter what. Even if some food is delicious, it still feels some distance.

perhaps more than ten years of native food has nourished an implicit connection. The hometown melts into the food, the food turns into the bone blood. In this way, no matter where one will drift, he will remember the way home.