Chapter 50 Taste of hometown

My 84-year-old aunt came back from the United States. She is from Shanghai. She has always missed the Malantou that she often ate in Shanghai when she was young.This kind of vegetable is wild, and it can also be eaten in local Shanghai restaurants in recent years, but it is all grown by hand.The wild Malantou may be extinct.When my aunt came back last time, I took her to a Shanghai vegetarian restaurant to eat Malantou. She insisted that the dish was not Malantou, which was different from what she used to eat.This time she is back.I took her to a Shanghai restaurant that served the best cold Malantou I've ever had.I thought she would be satisfied, but she said:

"It's delicious, but it's not as good as the Malantou I ate in Shanghai before. Those are wild!" I had no choice but to tell her: "Even if the Malantou you eat now is better than the one you ate in Shanghai before, you will think that the Malantou you ate before tastes better." When a person gets older, he always feels that the food he ate was delicious, and it is a beautified memory.Decades later, if I have the opportunity to eat a dish in my memory again, it will never be as good as before.What they eat is the years, the days of youth.The real taste of that dish, I am almost sure she has forgotten.What remained in her memory was not the smell of Malantou, but the smell of her hometown.The farther you are from your hometown, the better everything in your hometown will be.

When people grow up, we always feel that the old things are better. We often miss the snacks we ate before, and we always feel that we can't eat them now.After years of baptism, many things in the old days are beautiful!Only old flames are worse.