Life is full of food.
I just sat there, savoring the meaning of satiety.
1
One day in senior three, we decided to climb Jiuhua Mountain.
Go ahead, get up when you say it, and clean up when you say it. An hour later, we stood by the Yangtze River waiting for the boat. With such mobility, classmate Chen lived in Qingyang under Cain's leadership. Along the way, she was sure that Jiuhua Mountain was beautiful, good and free. You will leave the best memories.
Free? be
Chen contacted her high school classmate Sun, who works in a unit halfway up Huashan Mountain. It coincides with the weekend, and the dormitory is empty. "Come and live!"
For a long time, from Anqing to Qingyang, from the boat to the car, from the flat to the mid-levels, we soon fell asleep in other people's dormitories.
I will never forget what happened that night. In the middle of the night, the owner of the dormitory came back ... two men ... turned on the lights and found two beds ... three female college students fell asleep. ...
Of course, you can't judge your education level by your sleeping position. These are all gradually recovered after five people screamed together, testing each other.
In a word, this is an own goal, in a word, a sleepless night. The next day, the plan to go up the mountain remained unchanged, and I came in a hurry. I even climbed the back hill step by step in high heels. Along the way, thorns cut my pants and branches cut my face. I don't remember what I had for breakfast. I seem to have eaten nothing. At the moment when I tripped over a stone, I suddenly remembered that today was April Fool's Day and suddenly wanted to cry.
When we climbed the mountain, walked like a road, stepped like a step, and saw a temple like a temple, we hurried to take pictures, kowtow and draw lots. I drew a ticket.
Oh, my god
But Chen Tong was right, and I did leave the best memories. Beauty is a complete memory.
After going down the mountain by cable car, Mr. Chen took us into a small restaurant. We sat around a wooden square table, and Sun said that she wanted to apologize for the oolong last night.
Later, she greeted her boss and instantly brought out several dishes, a rice cooker and a table covered. I'm so tired and hungry. All I can see is the middle dish of shredded pork with Chinese cabbage-shredded pork with Chinese cabbage and soy sauce, which is salty in sweetness and sour in saltiness. The tiny particles of cabbage creak between their teeth, just like the sound of boots falling on the marble floor in winter. They fall so fast.
The sound fascinates me. I ate six bowls of rice. Is really satisfied, is really want to continue but really can't continue the satiety. It seems that I walked so far and suffered a lot of fright just to meet this dish of shredded Chinese cabbage and her sister's white rice.
I forget things, so I can't forget them. Life is full of food.
Out of the restaurant, there was a drugstore, and I bought a box of Jiang Zhong Jianwei Xiaoshi tablets. I have no regrets.
2
Ten years later, when I was wandering around the first floor of Raffles Dongzhimen, Beijing with a big belly, I always ate a plate of cold noodles with shredded chicken before taking the subway.
Strange to say, I never touch chickens before I get pregnant. Even though I am from Hefei, the most famous soup in my hometown is old hen soup, and I frown when I mention it.
Pregnancy changed everything, including taste. Since my good neighbor, Ms. Z, took me to the food stall on the first floor of Raffles and ordered shredded chicken with cold noodles, I was deeply attracted and my pregnancy disappeared.
Pregnancy is contagious. Not long after, Ms. Z also announced that she was happy and was a twin. At that time, we all lived in a community in the north of lishuiqiao, and the place where we went to work was two adjacent buildings in a compound in Dongzhimen. For seven or eight months, Ms. Z and I have eaten a lot of delicious food together, such as Dongpo of Meizhou, Beipingju, 3,000-mile barbecue, Haidilao ... all over Guijie, Raffles and Longde Square. Of course, my favorite is cold noodles with shredded chicken.
20 12 June 29th was my due date, but nothing happened.
After two days, I felt heartburn, fever and chest tightness. I looked up many ways to have children online, including feudal superstitions. One of them is called "aisle noodles", which means crossing the street, going to a friend's house for noodles, and then coming back to have a baby.
I immediately contacted Ms. Z and deliberately crossed a path, tossing my stomach like a penguin, waddling to eat noodles, and cold noodles with shredded chicken.
In the kitchen, Ms. Z, who is not good at cooking, twitched her stomach like a penguin and staggered. She arranged the seasoning cans in a row, and put shredded chicken, shredded cucumber, shredded carrot and shredded peanut in four plates and arranged them in a row. There is a piece of A4 paper on the refrigerator, which is a recipe. I just downloaded it at first glance.
On this day, there were only two of us in Ms. Z's house. The sun is shining. The dining table faces the wide balcony. We sat at opposite ends of the table. The chair is some distance from the table, because our stomachs are too big. We ate noodles silently without saying a word. For the first time, during pregnancy, outside the hotel, we were aboveboard, eating spicy food and managing enough.
I have never eaten such delicious cold noodles with shredded chicken again. Add it after eating until you can't finish adding it. Just sit there and savor it and tell me what is full.
Never seen such an effective face again.
Ms z and I waved goodbye like two penguins, and the next day, I entered the delivery room. At the end of July, Ms. Z also gave birth.
Goodbye cold noodles with shredded chicken, there are always some memories of the past.
three
I've been locked up at home for too long. It's been 26 days now, and I've been scrambling to take out the garbage and deliver the express delivery. I used a mask once, and the time to go downstairs added up to no more than an hour.
Grab food online every day, from eating to eating. After placing an order, you will always receive some refund information. App pop-up: Sorry, the xx and xx you bought are out of stock.
I used to go out to eat once or twice a week, eat at home, and sometimes order takeout to add something I can't cook and like.
Miss cakes, pigeons, fried dumplings, boiled fish, duck blood vermicelli soup, roast duck, pizza and crayfish.
I'm not alone.
Almost every WeChat group I am in is discussing food. Almost every friend in the circle of friends is drying food, and the materials used are limited. Almost everyone is swearing that after the epidemic is over, they must eat something and eat with whom.
The style of painting has completely changed. I remember a month ago, the same people clamored to sign up for a weight-loss camp, taking 10,000 steps every day, preaching that they would not eat after noon, determined not to lose 30 pounds, did not change their hair, and sent food pictures late at night, all of which would say, "Good sin!"
My friend in Hunan sent me a box of bacon.
The logistics was poor, and it took me a week to receive it. I opened the carton, lined up the bacon and spread it on the balcony. Like a general parade, I was happier than the general because I smelled the meat in the sun.
I couldn't wait to pick up a piece together, rushed into the kitchen, washed it with hot water, blanched it with boiling water, thoroughly cooled it, sliced it, found a handful of leeks in limited materials, waited until the oil burst, fried it, then put it in, and fried it. The leek leaves blushed, put it on a plate, and poured the burst oil on it.
The wind and clouds are gone. I looked at the empty plates and bowls for a while.
This familiar feeling reminds me of ten years ago, in Jiuhuashan, I walked a long way to see a plate of shredded Chinese cabbage; Before production, at Ms. Z's house, she stared at a pot of cold noodles with shredded chicken without saying a word.
We didn't have the idea of "what we want in particular" before. If we are satisfied too easily, we will not cherish it. Who would have thought that on a normal day-
Do whatever you want, drink coffee casually on the roadside, buy egg rolls casually on the street corner, leave whenever you want, catch whoever you see, and try to lose weight if you persist. Time, space, and stomach are all stuffed and need to be given up. Is this a blessing in itself?
While tidying up the dishes, my WeChat rang and a girlfriend who is good at cooking sent pictures. She said that she made ten fried dumplings with dumpling skins. When the epidemic is over, please let me have a taste. She also said that she ate a handmade rice cake that someone gave her yesterday, and her tears almost came down. "Our generation, no drift from place to place, always take everything for granted. Now, I understand why eating apples after closing the black door feels like a bliss experience. "
I said, I know. When the epidemic is over, I'm going to eat a fried bag with a bottle of champagne until I'm full.
Enjoy the fireworks.
After all, every full day is memorable; Every day is worth looking forward to.