Spicy oil.
I am a native of Chongqing and have been eating chili peppers since I was a child. When eating noodles for dinner, there is no chili pepper and it feels light and tasteless, but it is different with chili peppers, spicy and spicy, the taste is stimulating, and the whole body is hot. My mother didn't like greasy and always used loose soy sauce to make chili powder. When I saw the spicy rice eaten by my neighbor's eldest brother, I smelled the fragrance of pressed oil extraction, and I immediately had the idea of making spicy oil. In my imagination, making oil and chili is quite simple, it is nothing more than a combination of vegetable oil and chili powder, heat the oil, pour in the chili powder and fry it, but every time you scoop out the pan, the oil and chili are always black, with a strong burnt taste.
When I was in junior high school at Sanhui Middle School, my main food was rice brought from home, and I rarely brought vegetables. Pour some water into the aluminum lunch box, grab three or four handfuls of rice and put it in, shake it a few times, close the lid of the box, put it with five or six other students' lunch boxes**, put it in the school cafeteria steamer to steam, and then bring it back to the dormitory when it is time for the meal. Five or six students lined up for rounds and took turns to pick them up. When I returned to my dorm room after class, I opened my lunch box, scooped a spoonful of spicy and oily seeds, and devoured them. There are two vegetable sellers at the school, and their potato chips are fried deliciously, and there are mouth-watering buckle bowls. My parents never gave me pocket money, so I had to eat spicy rice with peace of mind.
Even if it's a simple spicy man, I sometimes "sit and eat the mountain empty". It's okay if you don't have meat and vegetables, you can't do without spicy oil, and you don't have any appetite at all if you just eat white rice. I have a roommate named Xu Liang, and he always has plenty of spicy and oily seeds, so I ask him for them when I don't have them. Xu Liang has a large face, like an oval goose egg, often with a smile, and at first glance he is loyal and honest. When I was in the sixth grade at Sanhui Town Central Primary School, I was in the first class and he was in the second (and possibly the third class). Although he was not in the same class, the boys in all three classes lived in a large classroom dormitory, and he was the class president, and I knew him. When we were in junior high school, we were not only classmates, but also close roommates. When it was time to eat at noon, he took out a glass bottle containing black and slimy spicy seeds. I asked him for it, and he never refused. Other classmates also asked him for it, but I asked him for it more often.
There are times when I get tired of eating white rice with spicy seeds, and I want to eat vegetables. On a few occasions, when my uncle had sold out the vegetables and squatted on the ground to count the money, I would put a spoon into the bucket and scrape out the potato chips that were sticking to the wall of the bucket to eat, and he would occasionally use a long-handled vegetable spoon to help me scrape. He fried potato chips with chopped green onions, and it tasted so delicious!
There is a roommate surnamed Xie whose parents are working outside the home, and the family economy is relatively good. In the year he graduated from junior high school, his roommate's father brought him a camera, and he played with several roommates during his break. One day, a classmate surnamed Xie found that the camera was missing, and quickly reported it to the head teacher, Mr. Yuan. Through touching the row, some people said that roommate Fang Qiang went back to the dormitory between classes. As a result, Fang Qiang became the key object of suspicion, no matter how Mr. Yuan asked, he always denied it. Mr. Yuan contacted the police station to intervene in the investigation, but in the end, the thief was not found. Many classmates think it's Fang**, but I don't think so. The protective measures in the dormitory are not in place, the wooden panes can be drilled in and out, and the keychain can be torn out of the door frame, and people should not be suspected without conclusive evidence.
The graduation exam is approaching, and there are only about 20 students left in the classroom who plan to take the high school entrance examination. Fang Qiang sat at the end, and the desks of the other students were far away, forming an obvious isolated pattern. I have an independent personality and don't like to conform to the crowd, so I took the initiative to approach him and moved my desk to Fang Qiang's desk. Fang Qiangguo has a strong face, does things in a hurry, and is good at mathematics, I have always thought that he is the smartest student. There were no other classmates in the classroom to talk to Fang Qiang, and there were no other roommates in the dormitory to communicate with him, only I remained close to him. Fang Qiang's mother often brought vegetables, and he steamed vegetables in a lunch box alone, and was best at boiling potatoes with dried pickles. I'm a mouth-keeping person, and I often eat his food, and he often pours half a box of potatoes into my lunch box, and sometimes delicious tamales.
My life in Sanhui Middle School has to be said to be bitter, but fortunately, Xu Liang's spicy seeds and Fang Qiang's boiled potatoes with dried pickles have added brightness to my recipes. Fang Qiang had excellent grades and was successfully admitted to the technical secondary school. Later, we met once in the market, and we just said goodbye in a hurry. After leaving Sanhui Middle School, we all went our separate ways and lost contact. I don't know if they ever think of me, and hope that they will be happy, full of children and grandchildren, and better off than me.
After joining the work, I lived in Zhuxi Town, Dazu County for five years, and when eating bean curd rice, oil and spicy seeds are indispensable. I occasionally saw the proprietress of the bean curd shop making spicy oil, and she told me that instead of pouring the chili powder into the pan and frying, I poured the boiling oil over the chili powder, and stirred it while drizzling to avoid mush. The paprika should be coarse, and if it is too fine, it will be easy to paste. Because of the habit of eating noodles, I often make oil and chili seeds, the craftsmanship is much more superb than before, when refining hot oil, I also add spices such as sesame seeds and wood ginger seeds, scoop a spoonful of golden oil and chili seeds to eat noodles, the sesame is smooth, the taste is quite good.