I like to eat Jingdong meatloaf, but not every Jingdong meatloaf made in every store is so delicious, so that when I think about it, I feel that my stomach is stirring, and there is a wet feeling in my throat, and there is a long-awaited impulse.
Now, although there are Jingdong meatloaf for sale in many small shops on the street, the taste of the Jingdong meatloaf sold in that storefront is really uncomplaining, and it is 18,000 miles away from the smell in my dream, which is purely shoddy, fooling the people, and defrauding the public of money. So I rarely buy it, and I still live in memory and have a sense of happiness.
The Jingdong meatloaf shop that I have always been nostalgic for was opened diagonally opposite the small road outside the south gate of the Wangfujing Department Store, and what is the name of the Jingdong meatloaf shop, I did not pay attention to it at that time, let alone now. But I can't be mistaken about the location of the store, and if the store is still there, I'm sure I'll look for it.
It's a pity to say that, in fact, I have only eaten the Jingdong meatloaf baked in that store once, and the time is about fifty years from now, and it is purely accidental to eat Jingdong meatloaf there
At that time, my mother went to the cadre school, and my father, who was engaged in military production management in Beijing, was busy all day long, and he had no time to take care of me. Usually, it was just that, but at that time, his old man often worked overtime in the municipal party committee office on weekends. Sometimes when he saw that I was alone at home and had no one to take care of me, he took me to the municipal party committee office, and while he was doing his own work, he used the afterglow of his eyes to take care of me from time to time, and I could also walk around and around in the basically empty office building, as long as I didn't casually walk to other empty offices.
Whenever I worked overtime with her old man in the organ, most of the lunch was solved in the canteen on the basement floor of the organ, with occasional exceptions.
That day, my father missed the noon meal time because he had to catch a document, and I happened to be sick that day, and I had a fever all day, so my father took me to the Jingdong meatloaf shop next to the department store to open a meat and eat an authentic Jingdong meatloaf after finishing his work.
I remember that there seemed to be no other variety of staple food or vegetables in that store except for Jingdong meatloaf, porridge or soup, because it was located on the street side of a relatively secluded side street in the middle of Wangfujing Street, so it was quiet, but there were many diners. That time, Dad bought meatloaf and porridge, so we waited at an empty table for the call, and when the two meatloafs that belonged to us were brought up, I saw the master fu cut the whole meatloaf, horizontally and vertically, and divided a complete large cake into four pieces, neatly placed on the plate. Although I was sick that day, maybe the high fever had not subsided, and it was estimated that my appetite was not as good as usual, but this did not prevent me from enjoying the authentic Jingdong meatloaf pure delicious, which was the best Jingdong meatloaf I had ever eaten, so I was savoring its taste to this day.
At that time, some small street shops in Beijing, especially some public-private snack bars before the Cultural Revolution, still maintained the authentic or unique taste of old Beijing snacks, which was different from the current taste and was definitely better than now. As time has passed, the taste we were once familiar with has faded.
(Transferred from old Beijing network: old Liu 001)