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I like eating toast very much.
One piece at a time, soft and delicious.
Tried to make it at home. I checked how to bake bread on the Internet, but I couldn't make that kind of texture anyway.
I don't care much about what I eat.
Eating is nothing more than filling the vacancy in the stomach. Feel the ups and downs with your tongue.
The food in the canteen of the factory is not good.
Sometimes I will bring some dry food for lunch. If you happen to get up too late to do it and buy it. I probably won't eat for a day.
Since childhood. I don't like to eat. skinny.
Often ridiculed by neighbors for his physique that can be blown away by a gust of wind.
In this regard, my mother took me to see Chinese medicine. Acupuncture has been tried many times and it still doesn't work.
Until fifth grade. The stomach seemed to have opened an incision, and it finally didn't look like a lady of every family.
My hometown is mainly pasta.
I remember betting with a friend once. Can eat five steamed buns. Look at their distrustful expressions.
Aroused the desire to fight.
He just ate five steamed buns.
During that period of time, people around me joked with me when they saw me, five steamed bunsfive steamed buns
Snacks when I was a child are not as varied as they are now.
The pocket money given by parents is also pitiful.
Fifty cents a piece of big head ice cream. Two yuan a bag of spicy strips. fries.
It can make a child happy all day.
Every Saturday and Sunday. My brother and I will rush to grandma's house.
Grandma and grandpa opened a pesticide shop in the town. There are snack bars all around the store.
Sometimes, grandma goes out on business and asks us to help look after the store.
My brother likes this job the most.
Because all the money from selling things is taken for himself.
In order to get more private money, my brother will sell it at a reduced price. Some customers will come to the store and say that the last time they bought 20, why is it 30 this time. As soon as she heard this, grandma knew it was a good thing done by her brother.
The snack street located in the market town is very lively every day. The intersection is crowded with small vendors.
It was an old man who fried the noodles. A boiler sits on a blue tricycle.
The aroma of onions is tangy.
Not far from the side is selling pot stickers, and the business is very good. There will be a long queue. Pork stuffed, leek stuffed
Walking forward, two stewed meat shops stand side by side.
The reason why customers come here is that they all have their own signature soup. A large cauldron stood at the door, bubbling with steam. Pieces of meat are placed in the secret soup, and the aroma can be smelled from a long distance.
Selling Liangpi, selling breakfast cakes grilling, frying everything.
My brother and I like to eat gluten in biscuits. Put a lot of peppers.
We take food made from noodles to the extreme. It is right to eat noodles.
The types of noodles include stewed noodles, ramen noodles, steamed noodles, wide noodles, cold noodles, hot dry noodles
There are many kinds of steamed buns. They come in all shapes and sizes. Sour, sweet, spicy, triangular, round, floral
? Egg pancakes, scallion pancakes, mille-feuille pancakes, pot pancakes, shredded potato pancakes, pumpkin pancakes, sugar cakes
?I like to eat sesame leaf noodles made by grandma the most. Sesame leaves are selected during the most vigorous growth period of sesame seeds. The youngest leaves are picked and washed, boiled in a pot, and dried in the sun. To make noodles, soak dried sesame leaves in cold water for three hours. Stir-fry in oil, add water, below. The soup becomes thicker, the sesame leaves are closely connected with the noodles, and the fragrance of sesame seeds will be integrated into the noodles.
New Year is the day my brother and I look forward to the most.
Killing chickens and sheep, busy with the Spring Festival.
Mom will cook a pot of meat in advance. Respect the Kitchen God.
? Small crispy pork, twisted rolls, jujube
Playing firecrackers with friends, booming
This is my memory of eating before I was 15 years old. bits and pieces.
What remains deepest in my mind are the dried sesame leaves dried by grandma and the sweet potatoes in the underground cellar.
Soybean paste spread on bricks.
The braised noodles made by my mother are unique and delicious.
Grandma's hand-rolled noodles are simple and sincere.
The shoes I wear are mille-layer shoes that my grandmother personally bought.
Many years later, when I was running around in a strange city.
I used to run many streets in order to buy freshly made and sold sesame paste
I try to find childhood memories, familiar tastes.
And these are just wishful thinking.
When I was a child, I bit off a tooth to eat a ham sausage
once climbed a tree for a flower
We wait under the mulberry tree for the mulberries to fall
? As soon as the get out of class bell rings, I will take the pocket money given by my parents and my classmates and go to the canteen desperately
My childhood was poor but happy.
? No playground, no KFC
Even now when I have enough money to buy anything I don't have the desire to eat.
Often entangled in wandering what to eat.
Is it because of the variety of choices, or is it obsessed with the taste of the past?
Food is the medicine to sustain life. But it can't bring the shock of the soul. The mouth delights with its taste.
No matter where you go.
Don't forget where the root is.
No matter how far you go.
Do not forget the early heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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