Chapter 4 3. Fengan shop opposite the cinema

When I was a child, I actually didn't like to have breakfast at home, but I especially liked to eat a kind of rice noodles.That is our very famous rice noodles in Shanghang, called Fengan.Until now, I feel that among all the snacks, it is really the best in the world. A bowl of noodles is very simple, the ingredients are pork, lard and green onion. I used to eat it every time I went back to Shanghang.During the holidays of the past two years, it happened to be the Spring Festival. The owner of the powder shop went home for the New Year and did not open the door.It makes me feel sad, very sad.

I remember that Fengandian was just opposite the People’s Cinema in Shanghang at that time, and it was a very small shop.When I was young, it was very cheap, only 1 yuan, 1.5 yuan and 5 bowls, but now the price has risen to 5 five yuan. Because I love to eat, my mother learned to make dried noodles (of course, my mother also likes to eat).Up to now, every time she comes to Beijing, she will bring rice noodles from her hometown.Of course, the ones made by myself are also delicious, but I always feel that there is something different, and I always feel that the one opposite the People's Cinema is better.My mother cooks it fresh at home, but the pork in the store is simmered on the stove for a long time on a low heat, so the taste of the meat bones and soup will be different.That is the taste of my hometown that I miss the most.I think it's still there now.If you have the opportunity to go to Shanghang in the future, you must try it.

After so many years, the bowl in the store is still the same bowl, and the soup is still the same soup.I don’t know if other people who come out of their hometown have this feeling—no matter how far or how long you go, some things are still there waiting for you, retaining the original taste. I only stayed in Shanghang until I was 9 years old.When I went to the sports school and returned to my hometown, I gradually saw that the familiar streets had changed.There is an extra supermarket here, and a clothing store over there.Oh, the small shop over there is still the same small shop, and the address is still the same address...

The hometown in my memory also has the boiled chicken in Shanghang and the fish board in Hakka.The number of times I went home these years has become less and less, but the memory of my childhood has become clearer.I think every wanderer who leaves home will have similar feelings.