1 I haven't returned to my hometown of Qionglai for a long time. Every time I come back, whether it is day or night, I will always go to the city gate tower to eat a large bowl of milk soup noodles fiercely, as if to make my pain of lovesickness in this historical ancient city a painful and happy end. However, every time I finish eating, I have some regrets: the aroma of the milk soup noodles that my grandmother cooked for us lingers in front of me, but after she died, I never tasted anything better than that.
2 Qionglai is located in the southwest of Chengdu, the history of the city is similar to Chengdu, the Western Han Dynasty is a rich and comfortable small city, is the hometown of a generation of talented women Zhuo Wenjun. It is said that Qionglai milk soup noodles have a history of hundreds of years. Over the years, many Qionglai people have become accustomed to not making breakfast at home, but to find a small noodle restaurant nearby to start the day, and some diners will rush to a far away place to pick a good noodle restaurant to eat. I remember when I was in middle school, there were several milk soup noodle restaurants outside the ancient city gate, and every morning there was a long queue. People who know each other or not will sit around a large square table, and in the center of the square table is an enamel pot, which holds the shiny red oil chicken slices, which is the companion of the milk soup noodles and the famous bowl chicken. For each piece you clip, the seller places a coin in front of you, and after eating, counts the coins in front of each person, each dime, and so on to calculate the total. At that time, the economic conditions were worse than now, and in order to prevent diners from eating more and paying less, the seller had to be quick.02 Nowadays, sellers don't have to count coins, and diners choose their own bowls of chickens, and after eating, they can report their own numbers. This subtle change reflects the progress of the times, conveys a trust between qionglai people, and reflects the harmony of the small city. 3 Grandmother once had a well-to-do family, studied private school, and paid great attention to the quality of life. Even though the family fell behind later, in the grandmother's careful calculation, the dishes on the family's table were not monotonous. Grandmother cooking skills are cooked, during that period pork was served by ticket, in order to let the family taste the pure milk soup noodles, she always had to go to the vegetable market every three to five minutes, entrusted people to buy back the good pork keel, washed and put into a large pot, and then added various condiments, simmered slowly. The broth made by my grandmother is fragrant and mouth-watering like milk. Once the soup is out of the pot, the neighbors must have a share, and everyone feels the happy and harmonious neighborhood atmosphere while sharing the cooking skills of their grandmother's soup. Such a scene is still warm and lovely to recall. Grandmother has always been charitable, and distant relatives living in the countryside are willing to come to visit when they go to the city to catch up with the market. If someone brought some fruits and vegetables, the grandmother would not let them go home empty-handed, and would always return some items such as brown sugar, white wine, and cloth tickets that were scarce in the countryside. The favorite of rural relatives is the bowl of milk soup noodles that their grandmothers keep in front of them during their meals. Years after their grandmother's death, they still relish it. When I was 4 years old, my family lived near the ancient city gate. Whenever there is a market, the whole street is rubbed shoulder to shoulder and the water is not clear. There is an old man at the doorstep who makes a living by selling vegetables and fruits. I vaguely only remember the old man's surname Sun, I called him "Grandpa Sun", and I heard my grandmother say that he was a lonely man with no children under his knees. He was especially fond of me, and whenever he met me, he would always pull out a fruit candy or a handful of sunflower seeds from his bag and quietly stuff them into my little hand. Once I learned that my father, who had been on the run for a long time, grandpa would always buy some appetizers and bring them to my house, and sometimes he would send unsold vegetables directly to his grandmother's kitchen, and instructed his grandmother to take advantage of the freshness on the table, and the grandmother paid, but he insisted on not accepting it. Grandmother was a grateful person, but whenever there was good wine and good meat in the house, she would always prepare a copy for Grandpa Sun. For the milk soup noodles prepared by his grandmother, Grandpa Sun was even more praised, and everyone praised his grandmother's milk soup noodles as authentic and authentic. Years later, whenever I think of my hometown milk soup noodles, I will see my grandfather's deep affection for the bowl of milk soup noodles. I wanted to eat another bowl of my grandmother's milk noodle soup, which was my nostalgia that would never go away.
Author: Shui Po Liang Shan