Behind this bowl of lamb powder soup dumplings, written with the memories of Yinchuan people
"Boy, come home for dinner this week, you have your favorite lamb powder soup dumplings." My mother's voice has not fallen, and my taste buds have already recalled the sour and spicy powder soup dumplings, and a bowl of lamb powder soup dumplings has entered the stomach, as if to dispel the cold of the whole winter.
My family lives at the end of the big temple lane on Funing Street, and I heard that there used to be a temple here, and there was a stage in the temple for the bodhisattvas, and there was also a temple fair. However, by the time I was born, the temple had already undergone an evolution from the temple to the soy processing factory to the big temple vegetable shop.
Looking back, the happiest thing ever was that every time I took a vacation, the first time was to rush home in seconds and eat a bowl of powder soup dumplings made by my mother. And now, after leaving home, there are few opportunities like before, when you want to eat dumplings, you just cook a bowl of frozen dumplings yourself, no matter how you eat, there is no happiness that you are eager to return home at that time just for that bowl of hot dumplings.
On the weekend, going home to visit my parents, Funing Street has long been repaired, and the old houses, the horizontal and vertical wires, the old people sitting on the side of the road playing chess, and the puppies that are constantly passing through the streets are flooded by the torrent of time, and the only familiar thing is the faces that meet face to face...
Back home, the busy mother in the kitchen wrapped dumplings while chanting: "One autumn, Yinchuan rained for several days in a row, the big temple here was filled with rain, the road was muddy, every time I went out, my shoes and pants legs were covered with mud, oh ~ when I think of it, I am very sad, but there are also benefits, the green vegetables stacked in the backyard of the big temple vegetable shop have been floating out along the rain, and the whole street is floating with cabbage and green radish." I forgot who brought the head first, everyone took their own bags and baskets, braved the heavy rain to go fishing for vegetables, I also picked up a big basket, and when I came back, I was scolded by your father, saying that he took the country's things..."
The winter sun shines through the window, pouring warmth into the house like the early morning of a child. I still remember when I was a child, as soon as the morning sun shone into the house, the jingle of bicycles from the old Funing Street, the greeting of early risers, and the footsteps of children going to school spread throughout the alley, and the new life of the day began.
During the memories, a bowl of fragrant lamb powder soup dumplings was served, a full lamb dumpling, plus a fragrant mutton soup, accompanied by golden and clear square cold powder, dotted with wood ear fungus, yellow cauliflower, coriander and other ingredients, looking mouth-watering. The taste is round and long, the memory on the tip of the tongue is instantly awakened, over the years, the taste of "Mama brand" lamb powder soup dumplings has not changed at all, only the scene of the city of Yinchuan, as well as our mentality and appearance.
Yinchuan is developing rapidly, Funing Street is also constantly renovating, the street shops are lined up, the traffic comes and goes, and various cuisines from the north and south of the world coexist harmoniously here, interweaving a vivid and historical scene.
The soul of a city, mostly hidden in the old streets and alleys, is such a Funing Street, recording the initial prosperity of old Yinchuan, recording the changes in the scene of the streets and alleys, but what has not changed is the emotional connection between Funing Street and us. #爱上美好银川 #