mtlumby2d Chapter 1233
Chapter 1233
Chapter 1233
The mouth was first soothed by the undulating skin and soup, and then lightly bit the meat inside.No matter how well the dough is rolled out, it’s useless if the meat filling is not good enough. It’s too thin if it’s all thin, and it’s too rich if it’s too fat. Bite the shrimp so lightly, as if the deepest treasure could not hide from Captain Mojin's prying, the teeth are clean and fresh, and there is nowhere to hide the freshness and elasticity of that beautiful thing, Yang Ming sighed long, I feel warm all over my body.
"It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious wontons." He thought to himself, but he couldn't stop his movements.
In the old days in China, wonton was the most indispensable street snack. Yang Ming still remembered the "camel burden" carried by the peddlers walking around the streets at that time.What kind of time-honored brand, what kind of century-old shop, they are all things that have been made out of wording in recent years. The wonton shop in those days could hardly be called a "shop". Life in the small vicissitudes of life.
People who sell wontons will go out early in the morning. One end of the pole is a stove with firewood. Inside the cupboard, there are dough and meat stuffing, seasoning firewood, and wrapped wontons. There are so many bottles and jars that dazzled him when he was young.
Wonton sellers don’t yell like kitchen knife sharpeners. They often hold a bamboo clapper in their hands—it’s a bamboo tube with two hollow ends. I don’t know what other treatments have been done. With a light tap on the stick, the unique sound will pass through the blue brick alleys, white walls and black tiles, and enter the eardrums of hungry people.
If someone shouted for a bowl of wontons, the hawker who was still walking slowly on Qingshi Road would immediately become numb.As soon as the burden was placed on the ground, he steadily poured boiling water into the pot with the kettle, and the fire underneath was burning brightly. As soon as the water boiled, the wrapped wontons rushed in one by one. Jump.Those wontons with thin skin and tender flesh looked like small bones that had not yet bloomed, but were soon urged by the heat wave to stretch the flowers and leaves, blooming in layers, and a cloud of white mist rose in the air, and the alluring aroma In this way, it flows faintly along the wall.
The side dishes were put away when the wontons were being cooked, seaweed shrimp skins, plus a little mustard diced, washed with half a spoonful of hot soup, and then the cooked wontons were filled in, and the squeezed little lily was like this Heads popped out of the bowl.If it is a cold night in autumn and winter, the store will considerately add a drop or two of red oil.
Yang Ming, who was still young, would always keep his eyes on the wonton sellers when he met them. He was always watching how they ignited a lot of cooking smoke on the ground, and served out bowls of steaming soup like a magic trick. Wonton, I can't take my eyes off it, the halazi is about to flow down.
At this time, the old man would always pull him back, and he would not say a word, letting his little hand be pulled forward, but his head seemed to be glued and kept looking back until the old man sighed. In one breath, he dragged him to the wonton stand to order a bowl of wontons.
"I really convinced you, you child, you know how to eat every day!" The third uncle would always look at him with such hatred, seeing him eating with such a small bowl that he couldn't even think of reasoning. No, he sighed again, "Give me two too."
Now this firewood stove has long been out of the world. With everything in the past falling into the long river of loneliness, there are no wonton vendors carrying poles in the streets, but the name "firewood wonton" has been passed down in one continuous line. , as a signboard in some wonton shops.
It's just that although the name is still there, the inside has already changed. But under the mountains of this country across the sea, he has regained the greed that he held on to the wonton bowl and refused to let go.
"It's been a long time."
From then to now, the babbling and early-learned children have grown into today's young people. They have experienced all kinds of tastes, and everything they have done is just for the word "no regrets".
He is no longer the kid who can stand unscrupulously in the middle of the road and lick a bowl, and he can no longer act willfully just because he has a protective umbrella turned into by others. Today, he has become the kind of person he never imagined before.
It's just that I'm a little tired.
Yang Ming couldn't help but think again, if God had clearly described the destinations leading to the two roads before his eyes, then would he have chosen to be his ordinary traveler a few years ago? Or set foot on the same path as today?
He thought that he would hesitate for a long time on this question, but in his mind, he came up with the answer after three times and five divisions—he would still make the same choice.
"Boss, pay the bill." Yang Ming put the soup bowl on the table, "How much?"
"500 yen is fine, do you pay in cash or by scanning the QR code?" asked the old man in front of the counter.
The price really surprised him a bit, 500 yen is so important, it may not be the price five years ago.
"Scan the QR code." He followed suit and took out his phone from his pocket.
When he walked out of the restaurant again, Yang Ming's palms felt warm. He looked in the direction of Mount Fuji again. Unfortunately, it was too late and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he was still thinking silently in his heart.
"I've been out for a few days, and there should be several reminders for electricity and water bills at the place where I stayed. There must be a lot of dust. When I go back, I have to clean it up."
……
On a winter night in Guanzhong, there is a bit of dampness and coolness, as if there is a slight water vapor climbing up the clothes, and then sliding down the bamboo leaves and joints.The coldness of late autumn and the wild goose go hand in hand, suddenly it is Lord Xuanming who enjoys the jade night in the sky for three thousand, finally willing to take over the position of Lord Shaohao, and what he waved as a gift is this world's calm fairy air.
The sky is a thick black after the sun has fallen, the quiet moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the eight hundred miles of wilderness are driving around, and you can see the winding mountains and hills when you look up.And Linchuan fields are dotted among the rivers, the knee-length winter grass still has round dewdrops, and the evening wind blows from the southern mountain of Mount Fuji, setting off circles and ripples under the wilderness.
And the flat road running from east to west in all directions leads to the towering "Tokyo Tower" that has not fallen down for hundreds of years.
The chirping of the wind and the chirping of insects have disappeared under the towering tower. The lights on the top of the tower were turned on, and the soaring flames shot straight into the sky, illuminating the gray boundary along the way.
(End of this chapter)