Chapter 100 chicken soup for the soul

There was bird flu in the New Year, and I didn't dare to eat chicken or duck for two consecutive months.Birds fade out of their mouths.People are also getting dizzy. During the most violent time, some people dare not even eat eggs.I almost shivered at the sight of a feather duster. When I go to a restaurant and open the menu, my eyes are always scanning the poultry column.Some recipes are exquisitely printed, with color photos, and you can look at them one by one: boiled chicken, camphor tea duck, old goose pot, even fried quail, roasted squab... If you don’t have a good taste, just feast your eyes.Eyes can flow out of saliva.

Just dare not order.In fact, it is also white.The chicken and duck business was slow, and the restaurant owners didn't buy any of them, for fear of losing their hands. KFC, which usually has to wait for a seat, has fewer people inside.The news leaked through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. So, what happened to Quanjude?Are you also affected?But the century-old fire of roast duck will not be extinguished, right?Thinking of this, my mouth is thirsty, and I really want to drink a bowl of milk-white duck cage soup boiled in a big iron pot. On the dinner table in spring, chickens and ducks are absent.In the alleys of Beijing, there are fewer men walking birds in cages.

The TV broadcasts the picture of slaughtering live chickens in the epidemic area on a drum.Not even dead bodies were spared.Dig a hole, pour gasoline on it, set it on fire, and then bury it.Like Auschwitz, the crematorium billows with smoke. This year is the Year of the Monkey.It is fulfilling the ancient Chinese idiom: kill the chicken and show it to the monkey. It just so happened that one of my neighbors who was a chicken was fired by the boss of a foreign company.Colleagues in their company also commented this way. I am not a chicken.I still express my deep sympathy for the bad luck of chickens and ducks this year.Especially seeing them being burned in the wild, I feel really sad.This can be regarded as a violent thing.Nothing is more wasteful than that.

Chicken head, chicken brain, chicken neck, chicken breast, chicken legs and chicken feet, which one is not a good thing?The whole body is full of treasures. This baby is now shunned.Is it the chicken's misfortune, or the human's misfortune?Or both. In the era of "Lin Haixueyuan", if there is a bird flu, the Hundred Chicken Feast at Weihu Mountain may not be possible.It's also hard to say.That old thief Zuo Shandiao had a gluttony attack, and he desperately wanted to grab a chicken leg and gnaw on it.After careful calculation, at least it is less risky than eating fugu.

In this dull spring in Beijing, I am not only worried about Quanjude, but also thinking about places farther afield: how about the grilled chicken in Dezhou?How about Fu Liji's roast chicken?How about the salted duck in Nanjing?And beggar chicken or something... Passengers who take the train to the south, when they stop at various stations, say hello to the chickens and ducks along the railway for me.Just say: I miss them. Just thinking about it this way can more or less relieve my greed. I haven't eaten chicken for a long time, and I feel a little listless.Lying on the sofa, he grabbed the book and opened it.Looking at it, it seems to be very energetic.what happened?

When I saw the title of the book, I immediately understood.This is a best-selling book written by foreigners called "Chicken Soup for the Soul". If you can't eat chicken, just drink some chicken soup for the soul to make up for it. You will never be infected with bird flu because of this. This spring, I didn't get bird flu, but I got lovesickness.Chickens and ducks, I miss you more than ever.The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao. You can't let me pour chicken soup for the soul every day.Hurry up and get me a bowl really...