01
An author named Moon White:
The encounter doesn't necessarily have an ending, but it does have meaning.
Knowing Sister Yuebai was accidental.
It was an ordinary weekend, and I opened an article that I thought was ordinary in an essay slip. The title is really ordinary, called "A Bowl of Wonton Stew". She described the environment, saying, "The sun was finally chased by the white clouds on the other side of the mountain, and the bell after school finally sounded in the sunset of the warm sun." The description of the wonton stew said that he was "an old shirt that was bleached white by the sky, crawling on his shoulder all year round." "I don't know why I was very moved at once, but the unexpected touch in the process of reading should be so."
Then I read many articles by Sister Bai one after another, making it difficult for people to believe the devotion of a high school girl to life, that childish and mature thinking. In short, it is too late to meet and hate. Say no matter how much the fear of the meaning of the noisy soldiers to seize the lord, fold back to talk about the sister of this article, that paragraph about the memory of the cake that is worth cherishing, when the robot replaces the traditional cake maker, the fat man can only sit alone in a daze. Yet, however, we still miss the taste of the past, the time that has passed.
Even more terrible than death is oblivion.
There are always things to remember forever. Precious.
02
A story about "punching cakes"
I often go to that alley just to taste the rice cake that I just beat.
Rice cakes are sticky, but not thick, and are hammered by the cake maker. Cake makers, we are used to calling them fat, but others are not fat, just very strong. The skin is dark, but I like to laugh.
I heard that the fat family has been a cake maker for generations, and for them, making cakes is not only a skill for making a living, but more like a inheritance of food.
"This cake is called incense when it is beaten." Machine made, no that taste. The fat man said as he hit.
Every New Year's Eve, everyone would squeeze into that alley to see the fat man making cakes. That place is not very big, probably the size of a manhole cover. In a large vat of freshly ripened glutinous rice, the rice cake was not yet formed, and the fat man took a weather-beaten wooden hammer and began to perform his exclusive trick.
"Hey-hey-hey- The cocoons on the hands rose up, and the green tendons burst out.
The crowd of onlookers stared closely, watching the cake, and playing a small calculation of eating the cake in their hearts. The same goes for me, every time I finish the cake, the fat man will ask the passers-by to taste it. Saying that it is a routine, as to whether it is true or not, I have no way of knowing. However, without telling falsehood, the cake is really delicious, fragrant and sticky, not sticky or thick, full of elasticity, and the rice flavor has an endless aftertaste. Every year, Dad would buy a sack of rice cake strips from the fat man and put them in a bucket for the winter. I said I would eat it when I was a new year. I used to argue with my mother that I wanted to eat brown sugar rice cakes. The so-called brown sugar rice cake, that is, the rice cake strips are sliced, steamed in the steamer, and then dipped in rustling brown sugar, the taste is really indescribable, which I did not brag about, only people who have tried it know. In addition, I think it is necessary to mention the soup cake. This is a characteristic of our seaside. Wash the seafood you just bought, including clams, oysters, fish noodles, small white shrimp, cuttlefish and so on. Then cut the rice cake strips into small strips, add water, put them into the pot, cook for about ten minutes, no seasoning, a pot of soup cakes is completed. A pinch of soup, very hot, can not taste anything, no obstacles, another bite, the tip of your tongue will adapt, this is a umami from the ocean and the smell of rice on the earth collide with each other and blend with the touch. After going through a lot of tempering, the cake has also become more powerful, and people can't stop.
In addition to making cakes, Fat Man's Family is also famous for its inlaid cakes in the neighborhood. Embedded cake, as the name suggests, is to embed a variety of cooked foods into the cake. This craftsmanship not only tests the softness of the rice cake, but also tests the craftsmanship of the cake inlayer. Good cake, in addition to relying on beating, but also rely on pinching. Of course, the amount of cake also needs to be weighed, too much to eat for a long time will be greasy, too little to feel that it is the oily taste of cooked food. The truly qualified cake kneader, the cake that is pinched, is always no more, no less, layered, that should be a just right taste experience. Since I haven't eaten the cake in several years, but what I have eaten recently is not very authentic, I have almost forgotten the real taste of the cake, which is a bit of a pity.
The taste of the year is really getting weaker and weaker every year, and then entering that alley, I don't hear the clamor of the cake maker, only the rumbling sound of the machine. People came and went still carrying sacks of marijuana to fill rice cakes, but they were no longer fat people.
Still in that alley, still in the old place, the fat man sat alone in front of the tank in a daze.