Since I was born, except for a few years in college, I have hardly lived in other places for a long time, and the concept of hometown and hometown is not so clear. It's not so unforgettable, so when I read "Homesickness" in the afterglow, the most touching sentence is the sentence, "Homesickness is a low grave, I am outside, and my mother is inside".
So in my 40 years in a small town, a friend from out of town suddenly asked me, "What kind of feelings do you have for your hometown?"”
I was dumbfounded, my brain was blank, what feelings?Really haven't thought about it, Xi?Kindness?Warm?None of them are right.
I said I had to think about it, and when I had breakfast the next morning, I suddenly had an answer. It turns out that the feelings for my hometown are hidden in the bits and pieces of this life. Hidden in the greetings, greetings, and gatherings among friends, hiding in getting along with family members day and night, hiding in the familiar streets and alleys that can walk with eyes closed, and even more hidden in the food of this hometown.
Every time friends from other places come to the small city where I live, the best and fastest way to take them to get acquainted with the city is to take them to eat, not in a big restaurant, but in a food stall, a fly house, and snacks hidden in the corners of the streets.
This city, located in the Yangtze River, central China, not south or north, the taste of this party is integrated, producing a wonderful chemical reaction, people who are not familiar with me, what is delicious, my first recommendation is, noodles, beef noodles. This small city, scattered in the corners of the city, famous, and difficult to find noodle restaurants, is the best place for the residents of the small town to make tooth sacrifices, friends in the north are very surprised, this small town with rice as the staple food, how can this noodles be so delicious. I scratched my head and couldn't figure out why. However, it's delicious.
In the morning, noon, and evening, the noodle restaurant is full of people, as soon as the door of the noodle restaurant is opened, a fragrance that rushes straight to the nasal cavity seduces the gluttonous worms in the stomach, and the saliva in the mouth does not listen to the controlled secretion, if you come, you will eat two kinds of noodles, beef noodles, green pepper shredded pork noodles, of course they are separated, the beef noodle restaurant only makes beef noodles, and the green pepper shredded pork noodle restaurant only makes green pepper shredded pork noodles.
Fragrant, tangy, spicy, refreshing and not hurtful, the rich red soup is soaked in the noodles made first, with a pinch of coriander, or chopped green onions. Stir it with the chopsticks and stuff it into the mouth, the pleasure of dopamine secretion even makes people hallucinate, and the mouth, nose, and brain seem to be occupied by this fragrance. Take another bite of the soup made with the secret recipe. It slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and then a burst of heat filled the whole body, sweating slightly, and that kind of satisfaction was like finding the true meaning of life and becoming enlightened.
Friends who go out of the house and live in other places often say when chatting, just this bite, I am surprised:"'There's no beef noodles in this field?'’
Yes, but it's not that taste, I'm not used to eating it" I asked him to pat ** to show me, it's really different, the beef bone soup we have here is boiled for a long time, the flavor is rich, plus the blessing of spices such as chili pepper and grass fruit, minced garlic, star anise and other spices, this magical taste is estimated to be really not eaten outside. So every time I come back from vacation, I will invite them to eat beef noodles, looking for a variety of different beef noodles to eat for them, but eating in a big restaurant has become a burden and boring. Which family's noodles are fragrant, which family's noodles are heavy, which family's noodles are rich in garlic, which family's noodles are very spicy, the friends laughed and argued, and everyone described in detail the feeling of the noodle soup and meat taste in their mouths, and the others swallowed saliva and listened, and finally slapped the table, okay, let's go eat, eat it again, go together. A consensus was reached, a bowl of noodles, a bottle of wine, a few pots, a few plates of snacks, and the atmosphere was ignited.
The joy on the tip of the tongue is the taste, the joy, the memory, the expression of opinions between friends, the most innocent nostalgia...
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