A few days ago, a surprising incident occurred in Hangzhou. A man carried 12 bottles of Moutai liquor and asked the sausage stall owner in the market to fill 107 catties of sausages for him with Moutai. In the forty-first episode of "A Dream of Red Mansions", Cao Xueqin also wrote about the brewing process of Grandma Liu, who first entered the Grand View Garden, when she tasted eggplant for the first time.
... Grandma Liu chewed it for a long time and said with a smile: "Although there is a little eggplant fragrance, it just doesn't look like an eggplant." Tell me how to get it, and I'll eat it. ”
Sister Feng smiled: "It's not difficult. You put the eggplant that has just come down and put the skin on the skewer, as long as the meat is cleaned, cut into shredded nails, fried with chicken oil, and then use chicken breast meat and mushrooms, new bamboo shoots, mushrooms, spiced dried curd, all kinds of dried fruits, all cut into dices, simmer dry with chicken broth, collect the sesame oil, add bad oil and mix it, put it in a porcelain jar and seal it tightly, take it out when you want to eat, and mix it with fried chicken and melon. ”
When Grandma Liu heard this, she shook her head and stuck out her tongue and said, "My Buddha!
If Sister Feng were alive, she would describe the 12 bottles of Moutai sausages like this: "It's not difficult, remove the fascia from the selected hind leg meat, cut the meat into dices, and then pour the 12 bottles of Moutai into the pottery urn and soak them together." When the meat absorbs the essence of Moutai, it is mixed with Cordyceps, matsutake and other ingredients, and filled into the casing, just like the chicken breast, mushrooms, and new bamboo shoots in our eggplant, which is not a precious thing?"
The meticulous craftsmanship of the chicken, melon and eggplant in "Dream of Red Mansions" implies the luxury and extravagance of the feudal aristocracy. The eggplant turns into the deliciousness of chicken dishes, which is Cao Xueqin's satire on that society. Today, the twelve bottles of Moutai are not only a taste of the taste, but also a reflection of the bizarre nature of the current society, and reproduce people's helpless recognition of the disparity between the rich and the poor in the jungle of steel.
Some netizens joked that they were willing to pay for a piece of Moutai sausage to try, just like Grandma Liu: "It's really eggplant, I ate it for nothing." Grandma fed me some more, and chewed on it." Modern netizens' thirst for Moutai sausages does not know whether to hunt for curiosity or to worship wealth, but it is like a skewer embedded in the author's throat, not vomiting or unhappy.
The annual rings are rolling, the chicken melon and eggplant of the past have been replaced by today's Moutai sausages, the class gap between the ancient and modern times is still eye-catching, and the prosperity and sorrow carried by "eggplant" and "sausage" have continued.