Eating in the cafeteria should be strictly regarded as a welfare and also a symbol of identity. With the changes of the times, the canteen, which is somewhat humanistic, may appear less and less in the vision of various people in modern society, and may even withdraw from the historical stage grey and silently at a certain point in time in the future.
From you can remember, eating in the cafeteria is a pleasant and very lively thing. In the history of our country, the most eye-catching and prosperous era of canteens was the opening of large canteens in every village in the 1950s. Although this new thing with red marks has not been popular for a long time, this reform and innovative move has made countless people remember a brand new word - eating in the canteen. Of course, some people have complaints about this, but if you can look at the problem dialectically and historically, you will find that many things have their limitations and graduality. So, isn’t that the case for great men? If you can think of this, you may feel relieved.
I have a deep connection with the canteen. It is not the canteen I came into contact with after I started working, but when I was in junior high school, I had become a "frequent customer" of the county party committee canteen. In my memory, the canteen of the county party committee compound is full of taste temptation and is a mysterious place. Every Saturday and Sunday, when my father returns to his hometown to visit relatives, I can enjoy the "delicious" in the canteen alone. These so-called delicacies are relative to the meals cooked by a father who cannot cook. In fact, it’s just stir-frying, porridge, big buns, , fried dough sticks, etc. Because my family was financially struggling at that time, I didn’t have much money for meals and vegetable tickets, so the delicious food I could eat was extremely limited. Despite this, the food in the canteen still made me salivate.
In my memory, what I can remember the most is the big papers in the canteen. Maybe it was because of the dry stomach and low oil and water. As soon as the meal time was on the way, you could smell the "quiver fragrance" emitted by the big canteen cage open and the steaming hot-selling large papers. Nowadays, every family is always accustomed to fermenting steamed buns or steamed buns with yeast. At that time, there was no yeast, so the large rolls were steamed in the cafeteria, and they were not fermented with yeast, but fermented with koji. Although I have not yet figured out why the big papers are so delicious, I always miss the special aroma of wine and chorus. Although it has been many years, I still remember it fresh.
On the weekends, there are still many people eating in the cafeteria. I was queuing in the middle of the adults, which was particularly eye-catching. There are uncles and uncles who know me, they will walk up to me, bend down, stroke my head with their hands, and ask me with concern if the meal tickets are enough, and some will secretly stuff some meal tickets and vegetable tickets into my pocket. At this time, I always look gratefully and answer seriously, "I have meal tickets, enough!" After a long time, the masters in the cafeteria also remembered me and took special care of me. They didn't say much, and they always used to adding more vegetables or meat to my rice jar. However, they did not say it explicitly, but just did it silently, as enthusiastic as the children who took care of their relatives. I held two large papers in one hand and the food I had called from the cafeteria in the other hand, looking back as I walked. If I find that there is no one behind me, I will start to chew big papers. In this way, every time I get home, less than half of the buns I buy are left. Next, I had to keep eating dishes. At that time, the roles of the big newspaper and the dish were exchanged. The big newspaper became a delicacy, and the dish became a supporting role. When I finished my meal, I felt that I was still not full, so when I returned to buy steamed buns, the big papers in the cafeteria were already sold out. I had to go back in disappointment.
When I was admitted to the normal school, I had been in the canteen for three consecutive years. This time, I finally got my appetite for eating canteens. At that time, although the materials were more abundant than before.However, the state does not issue too many subsidies, so we cannot let go of food in the canteen, otherwise we will have the dilemma of "suffering to death in the first half of the month and starving to death in the second half of the month". What we are most proud of is selling buns in the canteen at noon on Friday.
In order to ensure that we can eat buns, our dormitory sent two representatives to exchange for the need for a full meal at the cost of a class. Those who are fortunate to be elected as representatives must come to the cafeteria early to queue up (at least 50 minutes ahead of the normal meal time), and put the meal tickets and vegetable tickets collected in advance into their buckled pockets to prevent them from being lost. Then each person held three or four large tea jars and vegetable basins with both hands (save them as meat buns, the total number is seventy or eighty buns). When they couldn't finish it, they cleared their schoolbags and put the big tea jars into the yellow schoolbag that originally contained the book. After eating a week of food that was not salty, we all took it as a big deal to buy meat buns at noon on weekends. There were also a few students in the middle who finished school step by step, and then returned to the dormitory step by step, took tableware to the cafeteria to get food. Needless to mention the result, you can guess what the outcome will be. Not to mention meat buns, the large pot of the serving dish has long been cleared to the bottom. At this time, they had no choice but to eat steamed buns. Those students who eat a lot of food always talk about how delicious meat buns are at noon, which makes the students who go to the cafeteria late angry, and sometimes even choke a few words. At this time, there will always be unrestrained and satisfied laughter in the dormitory...
Ten years ago, my son was admitted to university. While visiting my son, I had the honor of enjoying two days of delicious food in the university cafeteria. The university cafeteria is very different from the one I was in school. Neither hardware facilities nor service levels are on the same level. There are no meal tickets or vegetable tickets in the cafeteria, and they are replaced by magnetic cards. The tableware is also available, and it is all placed in the disinfection cabinet and can be taken as you like, which is very convenient. In the university cafeteria, there are a variety of cold dishes, hot dishes, dumplings and noodles, barbecue casseroles, and buns and fried dough sticks. You can buy whatever you want by swiping your card, and you no longer have to fight for it. After eating, I wiped my mouth and left with my feet without even having to clean up the dishes. I was so cool. Although there are many delicious foods and a variety of styles, I can’t eat the feeling and fragrance of the old canteen of the county party committee. Maybe it’s time to change, and the taste buds have already blocked other delicious information, leaving only the large papers. You said it wasn't strange? ! In contrast, for emotional factors, I still prefer and prefer the old canteen of the county party committee. That big canteen not only contains precious memories of my youth, but also the simple and true feelings between people. This is perhaps more precious than food. The thick and mellow fragrance of that big paper can only become the past in memory, and there is really nowhere to taste it again.
