People who have feelings for 食生 basically expose their age. I was born in the rural area of northern Anhui in the late 1960s. My life was very difficult when I was a child and the conditions were very poor. Although the whole family has been able to fill their stomachs, most of them are coarse grains throughout the year. Mainly, it is sorghum , corn, potato, soybeans and other crops that are easy to grow.
Due to underdeveloped technology and poor land, the wheat yield is very low. According to my father's recollection, one year, the production team distributed wheat, and our family of 9 people only got 120 kilograms! Therefore, it is already a luxury to be able to eat white flour buns and white noodles. I often eat cornmeal steamed buns and soybean noodles noodles. If someone in the village usually steamed white flour buns, the children from that family would definitely take them out and show off in front of their friends.
Only during the Chinese New Year do we process the wheat accumulated into white flour, steam a few pots of white flour buns, and keep them for eating when relatives are present. Therefore, if you can eat fried stews with wheat noodles, it will be a rare delicacy. Whenever the entrance of the village, I think of the hawker's shouting "I'm changing my baby", I always run home quickly, hoping that my mother can change some baby to satisfy our cravings.
The hawker's hawking sound made my mind, the handfuls of squids coiled like golden silk have a crisp and burnt fragrance. But most of the time I am disappointed. How many times have I dreamed of loading a large basket of wheat from home, running to the vats and vendors, and shouting, "Come on, vats!".
Then he looked at him and weighed me with a smile, and put it in my basket. Let those little friends who cannot bring wheat greedily around me with envious eyes. I will generously give my friends a small piece of purse to satisfy their cravings. The aroma of fried flakes floated in the air, and I ran home happily, and the cheers and laughter of my brothers and sisters echoed at home.
号生 is a very tempting delicacy when I was a child. Let our generation have a special feeling for it. Because at that time, purs were a luxury. Only when a woman is in confinement can the family be willing to exchange wheat for baby. When the old man is sick, he also changes a few kilograms of vegetarian food and soak a bowl in the morning and evening as a nutritional supplement to nourish the body. When visiting relatives or someone who is uncomfortable or sick, some people will carry a few pounds of purs as gifts.
Nowadays, in the vegetable market, you can often see fried purse shops and some stalls selling purse. Although eating more fried foods is not good for health, I can’t help but buy some to go home every time I pass by. In my opinion, the purse still tastes good and crispy. But because the children have a lot of snacks, they are not willing to eat more puffs.
A food, refracting the light of the times. Pine is a delicacy that has been passed down for thousands of years. Although there is still a certain market, it has basically been replaced by other side dishes. It is difficult to hear hawkers shouting and hawking in rural areas nowadays. The purse is still a burnt and crispy purse, but the times have undergone earth-shaking changes.
We are gradually getting gray hair on our heads, and the group of children who surrounded the vendors back then were all surrounded by their children and grandchildren. The unforgettable and beautiful taste that was there could only be deeply preserved in memory. Looking back on the past, I remember clearly. I deeply thank the great times for the beautiful and happy life brought to us.
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