The mouth was first soothed by the undulating skin and soup, and then gently bit the meat filling inside. , No matter how well the dough is rolled, the meat filling is not good, it is all for nothing, the whole thin is too chai, the fat is too fat and the oil and water are too rich, like this fat and thin five flowers are just right, and the shrimp line is drawn clean and clean The shrimp bite so lightly, as if the deepest treasure can't hide from the probing of Captain Jin, the fresh and elastic teeth of the beautiful thing have nowhere to hide, Yang Ming let out a long sigh, feeling that his whole body was warm.
"It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious wontons."
He thought so in his heart, but he couldn't stop moving.
In the old days in China, one of the most indispensable street foods was wontons, and Yang Ming still remembers the "camel burden" carried by the vendors who walked the streets and alleys at that time.
What a time-honored brand, what a century-old store, that is all in recent years to pick out the words to make things, that year's wonton shop can hardly be called a "shop", a swaying long flat shoulder, it bears the life of the whole family in the vicissitudes of life.
The wonton seller will go out early in the morning, and at one end of the flat pole is a stove with firewood, although it is a little simple, but the cauldron is steaming on the top, and at the other end is a smoky cupboard with firewood ashes, in which there are dough and meat filling, condiments and firewood and wrapped wontons, and the bottles and cans are dazzling, and he is dazzled by the young man.
Wonton sellers don't shout like kitchen knife sharpeners, they often hold a bamboo stick in their hands, which is a piece of bamboo tube hollowed out at both ends, I don't know what other treatment has been done, in short, as long as you tap it with a wooden 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 shouts a bowl of wontons, the hawker who was still walking slowly on the bluestone road will immediately become numb.
As soon as the burden is put on the ground, he will steadily take the kettle and pour boiling water into the pot, and the fire at the bottom will be red and vigorous, and when the water is boiled to boiling, the wrapped wontons will jump in as if they were rushing.
The thin-skinned and tender wontons looked like small bones that had not yet bloomed at first, but soon the heat caused the flowers and leaves to stretch and bloom layer by layer, and a white mist rose in the air, and the enticing aroma lingered faintly down the walls.
The side dishes were set aside as early as the time of cooking the wontons, the seaweed shrimp skin, plus a little diced mustard, with half a spoonful of hot soup so flushed, and then the cooked wontons were put in, and the squeezed Sayuri popped up in the bowl like this.
If it's a cold night in autumn and winter, the store will also thoughtfully add a drop or two of red oil to it.
When Yang Ming was still young, when he met the wonton sellers, he would always look at them, he was always watching, watching how they lit a lot of cooking smoke in the flat ground, and brought out bowls of steaming soup wontons like a trick.
At this time, Daddy would always pull him back, and he didn't say a word, letting his little hands be pulled forward, but his head looked back as if it was stuck with glue, until Daddy sighed and pulled him to the wonton stall to ask for a bowl of wontons.
"I'm really convinced of you, you kid, you know how to eat every day" The third uncle would always look at him with such hatred, watching him eat happily with a small bowl, and he didn't even have the heart to take care of it, so he sighed again, "Give me two too." ” Nowadays, this wood-fired stove has long been out of the world, and with everything in the past falling into the long river of loneliness, there are no wonton sellers walking the streets and alleys carrying flat burdens, but the name "firewood wonton" has been passed down in one line, and it is retained as the signboard of some wonton shops.
It's just that although the name is still there, the inside has already changed, but under the mountains of the country across the sea, he has regained the greed that he refused to let go of holding the wonton bowl.
"It's been a long time."
From then to now, the babbling and learning children have grown into today's young people, who have experienced all kinds of experiences and tastes, and everything they have done is just for the word "no regrets".
He is no longer the child who can stand in the middle of the road unscrupulously and lick the bowl, and he can no longer act willfully because he has the umbrella that others have turned into, and now he has become the kind of person he never thought of before.
It's just that I'm a little tired.
Yang Ming couldn't help but think about it, if God had clearly depicted the destination of the two paths in front of his eyes, then would he have chosen to be his ordinary traverser a few years ago, or would he have embarked on the same path as now He thought he would hesitate for a long time, but in his heart, he would have come up with the answer by dividing five by two, and he would still make the same choice.
"Boss, check out."
Yang Ming put the bowl on the table, where there was not even a drop of soup left, "How much?"
"500 yen is fine, do you want to pay in cash or scan the QR code?"
asked the old man at the counter.
The price was a bit surprising to him, as 500 yen was a lot of money, which was not the price it was five years ago.
"Scan the code."
He took out his phone from his bosom.
When he walked out of the door of the restaurant again, Yang Ming's palms had a rare warmth, and he looked in the direction of Mount Fuji again, but unfortunately it was late at the moment, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he still thought silently in his heart.
"After a few days, there should be several reminders for electricity and water bills in the place where I stayed, and there must be a lot of dust.
The winter night in Guanzhong has a slight damp coolness, as if a slight moisture climbs along the robe, and then slides down the bamboo leaves and bones.
The cold of late autumn and the wild goose complement each other, and suddenly it is Xuan Mingjun who has enjoyed the three thousand jade nights in the sky, and finally is willing to take over the position of Shao Haojun, and what is given with a wave of his hand is this immortal spirit in the world.
The canopy of the sky is a thick darkness after the death of the sun, the still moon is hidden behind the stratus clouds, and the eight hundred miles of wilderness gallops through the four realms, and the eyes are winding and undulating mountains and hills.
The forests and fields are scattered among the rivers, and the knee-high winter grass is still carrying round dewdrops, and the evening breeze blows from the southern mountains of Mt.
Fuji, setting off a circle of ripples under this mangyuan plain.
At the end of the flat road that runs from east to west is the "Tokyo Tower", which has been towering for hundreds of years.
The wind and insects have all died down at the foot of this towering tower, and the lights on the top of the tower are on, and the soaring light soars into the sky, illuminating the gray realm along the way
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