Chapter 19 nostalgia for pork

Yu Guangzhong seems to have written a poem before, called "Nostalgia", about stamps and boat tickets.My nostalgia is not so poetic, but very specific, such as the summer discount of Zhongyou Department Store, such as running red lights recklessly, such as the pirated CDs near Zhongguancun, and of course, there is another important item, which is to eat pork head meat. When I was studying at Renmin University, it was very difficult to eat, and I had to wait in a long line, and I went late, and I lost everything.Under such difficult conditions, if there is anything that can cheer me up and rush to the cafeteria, it is the plate of crystal clear pig's head meat behind the window.

It is not easy to eat pork head meat.The first obstacle is its price, 1 yuan and 6 taels, very noble.Generally speaking, you only "indulge" yourself under certain special circumstances, such as breaking up with your boyfriend and eating pork head meat depressed; reconciling with your boyfriend, eating pork head meat happily; Neither broke up nor reconciled, so bored to eat pig's head meat.The second difficulty is that pork head meat does not seem to be a very elegant food, it sounds like a curse, and I still think of myself as a modest lady, in the eyes of others, I may still be a "lilac-like girl with grudges" "Woolen cloth.This creates a profound paradox for me.Do you want to maintain your reputation as a fair lady, or do you want to satisfy your vulgar taste?Generally speaking, this problem is solved in this way: I go to the window selling side dishes, first look around to see if there are any acquaintances, and then say in a very low voice and vaguely: Here are two taels of pork head.After I bought the pork head meat, I immediately covered it and hurried out through the back door of the cafeteria with my head down.Nothing like wearing sunglasses and using codes compared to drug dealing.

I'm known in my circle of friends for my love of all kinds of cheesy food.A good friend was getting married soon, and she wanted to introduce her husband to some of our girlfriends. When eating, everyone ordered dishes that were quite elegant, because they were in front of strangers.Steamed sea bass, stewed seafood tofu, etc., the most vulgar one is hot and sour potato shreds.When it was my turn, I raised my head and said boldly: Hot waist! Outside the west gate of the National People's Congress, there is an old Chen Malatang hot pot.At that time, I had a boyfriend and we often went to eat.I can't eat spicy food, and when I eat it, I get three snorts and tears, and I still have diarrhea the next day.But when it comes to Malatang, I see death as home, unstoppable.Every time I had to decide where to eat, my ex-boyfriend pretended to be confused and asked: So, where shall we eat?Sure enough, I would mumble and say: Let’s go eat Malatang hot pot again, shall we?At this time, he will laugh out loud.This detail has become a time-tested entertainment project for him.

My hobby of pig's head meat and the like, apart from causing me to lose a few people in a small way, is still quite beneficial to my life.One of the biggest functions is to make me feel that all vulgar things have their own mysteries in front of elegant things.For example, although I am a "student", I am not superstitious about terminology, and I will not speed up hormone secretion when I hear "regime involution".For another example, if anyone wants to brag to me about how high-end the car he drives, I can stretch out my feet calmly and say that the shoes on my feet only cost 18 yuan.For another example, when I just came out of the famous boutiques on Fifth Avenue and walked in the dilapidated Chinatown, I still felt a strange charm from the crowded dilapidated ones.These, I think, are more or less secretly related to my love of pork head meat.

When you go abroad, it is of course difficult to eat pork head meat.Although you can occasionally see "tofu fat intestines" and "small pepper duck tongue" in Chinese restaurants, but pork head meat is hard to find.This can't help but make me feel a little nostalgic on this Sunday afternoon in New York in early autumn.Ah, I'm still that girl who is full of sorrow and resentment like a clove, but what makes me linger deeply, deeply is the two taels of pork head in the window of the canteen of the National People's Congress.