Chapter 4 food

food The first floor facing the street is full of small shops, each of which is closely arranged.My mother opened an embroidery shop in a store facing the street. When she was tired from work in the afternoon, she would find some change and let me buy sago dew and mung bean soup with a large enamel cup. Inside the counter of the cold drink shop, enamel bowls were neatly displayed, containing frozen food.Pay, pick up the ticket, and the waiter in the state-run store wearing a white apron and a white hat will take out the same thing.There is a sweet fragrance in the air.There are always not many people in the store. In order to save money, the children in the yard would rather go to the nearby cold storage to pick up fragmented ice cubes, chop them up and put them in a bowl, put vinegar and sugar on them, and feel comfortable.Eating cold drinks is considered a luxury, after all, they are snacks.It's just that mothers know how to pamper themselves and their children.

There is a kind of orange-yellow piece, others call it sweet power cake casually, dig it out with a spoon and eat it, it is elastic, and later I know it is a jelly.Ice cream is also available, dig a ball, it is sweet and attractive, but I just don't want to eat it.The most commonly eaten is still sago milk, small white particles mixed with ice flakes, it has a cold toughness in the mouth, with the aroma of milk.After I became an adult, I always wondered why I lingered on seeing sago in the supermarket. It turned out that it was a childhood food.In fact, it may not be delicious.The food that people are used to and has emotions is always something that they ate when they were young.

In the shop that sells deep-fried dough sticks, sesame cakes and rice cakes, there are people standing by the stove busy around the frying pan from morning till night, the heat is in full swing.The pastry shop is more laid back. Most of the various traditionally made dim sum are cold, such as wormwood green balls and gold balls, exuding a cool and glutinous atmosphere without smoke.In the afternoon, I sell a big dragon and phoenix bun, hot white flour steamed buns, stuffed with lard, white sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus. After steaming, it melts into a puddle of sweet, greasy and fragrant oil, which is burned on the tongue, and it is something that is eaten only occasionally.I usually buy it for the birthday of the elderly, and it feels like a feast every time I eat it.