Boring triad mud

Since the opening of Uncle Ping's idle Tan, Uncle Ping has been busy writing, and he has consciously written with great interest, and it seems that it is still good to feel okay.

However, after a long time, this work will be a matter of procrastination, and this text will gradually taste like vinegar, and even I can't read it myself. Writing also requires passion, and a text that can make people feel empathy is likely to be resonated by readers.

Those articles that are just busy expressing personal feelings can only achieve the effect of self-congratulation at best.

This must be beyond doubt, because I also have many such articles, and I am not very popular with the majority of Tan friends, so the reading volume is low.

I have discussed with many friends who care about idleness the direction of the article selection of idleness, whether it should focus on quality or reading. The answer is certainly the only one: the quality of the article.

But, what I want to say is, what is the quality of the article?

I think that articles that resonate with readers are really good articles, because idle readers have water tastings. I actually want to make a serious fuss, because I'm actually a serious person.

It's just that this day to write, every day to consider what to write, how to write, inevitably will suffer from "writing phobia", suddenly feel that writing is not a too fun thing, but also the body with the mood of the whole will be stinky, inevitably some slack. When you slack off, you can simply take a break, and even the unfinished "Food Memories" has been put down.

These days, in addition to going to the market to buy some things to go home to cook for the family, I am also invited to participate in some food parties, showing a small hand to the male and female diners who gather together, and showing off the legendary Uncle Ping's cooking skills. In his spare time, he is at home or listening to songs and flowers, or collecting flowers and plants, or drinking tea to recuperate, but also leisurely. After letting myself go for a few days, yesterday seemed to have eased up a bit. So I believe that "time is the best medicine for all wounds", it must be effective, and it can be cured of diseases like "writing phobia".

At noon yesterday, I wandered around To Manjushri alone, turned around the meal, and walked into the "Dragon Scribe" here. It has been a long time since the famous "Dragon Scribe", and the scribe who ordered a bowl of the original soup of the town shop. Thinking about something again, I actually saw the "three-in-one mud"!

Sanhe mud, hey, a long, long time ago, the wonderful food that carries the memories of my first love, I still think of it and still have a fragrant tooth and cheek. What a sweet triad that has been missing for a long time. Immediately asked for a bowl, found a place to sit down, and then frequently looked forward to the service of the little sister, hoping that she quickly brought me the copy and the triad mud, so that I could open the memories of the first love sanhe mud as soon as possible.

Because it was the most crowded Time on Mount Everest, there were not too many people in the hall, and before I could look through the autumn water, the waiter quickly walked over with a plate and then "snapped" twice, and the action was very dashing, and a large bowl of not too aggressive copyers and a small bowl of ash and autumn batter-like things were thrown on the table for me.

I rubbed a pair of dimwitted tricks and focused my eyes on the past... Hey? In the memory, the fragrant oil-spraying triad mud should be light brown, and there will be some crushed peanut kernels, sesame seeds, walnuts and preserved fruits mixed in. Eat in the mouth, that fragrant, that sweet, that sticky, that chewy head. The brother in front of me called Sanhe Mud is a gray paste like Li Kui that has neither appearance nor connotation, which not only makes people look completely hungry, but also reminds me of another kind of Triad mud - a mixture for construction.

I picked up the small spoon in the bowl, pulled it to the left, pulled it to the right, and then sent a mouthful to my mouth, well, although the sticky teeth were not fragrant or soft, but the sweetness was still sweet. But it certainly has nothing to do with the three-fold mud, and may barely be able to climb the blood relationship with the Eight Treasures Pot Zhen Family, but it is not as soft and palatable as the Pan Zhen.

In the face of such a pseudo-triad mud, I only considered that it was my duty to be diligent and thrifty, and I barely ate three or two bites. I feel that people are too bold now, why do the "three-in-one mud" dare to sell it casually in the "Dragon Copyist" hall? The old brands in the past have their own unique hands, and those who do not understand absolutely do not dare to mess around.

Or now people can, do not have diamonds, but also dare to take porcelain work!

Still nostalgic for the previous triad mud. In memory, chengdu's most famous Sanhe mud is called "Guyue Hu", which is hidden in the alley near Titus Street in the "Central Vegetable Market".

Every time I pass there, I will have a beautiful bowl, and then drink a brown, light and delicate black and white tea, and then I am satisfied. The original site of the "Central Vegetable Market" is probably in the location of the current Hongqi Chain Headquarters, the predecessor of the Central Vegetable Market is "Anle Temple", and the temple owner is Liu Bei's son Liu Chan, who is the lord of LebuSishu. Eating was really boring, the mood was all dead, and the emotions of continuing to eat the original soup had disappeared.

Ask the service sister, can you give me a bowl of red and white tea? The little sister rolled her eyes white, and the white eyes were still hanging with light blood, and it was estimated that she stayed up late with her boyfriend last night. Answer: What is red and white tea? Never heard of it. You don't hear that it's really strange to blame you, just because I'm really outdated. I thought to myself. Get up and leave in silence.

The good memories of the first love period triggered by the three-in-one mud have not yet had time to fully unfold, so they are cut off by a bowl of unspeakable batter, and they are completely killed.

Out of the door, the May sun is also strong. Walking through the glass window on the side of the road, looking sideways, I saw that it reflected my lonely lonely shadow: old, fat, lost, helpless.

(Author: Uncle Ping.) The article is synchronized with the WeChat public account "Ping Shu Xian Tan". Original works, without permission, may not be reproduced. ）