Pearl soup

When I was a child, I loved pearl soup.

Pearl soup is a kind of pasta that Grandma is best at, and the small and exquisite flour lumps in the soup are white and pure, like pearls, hence the name.

Grandma's pearl soup tastes the most beautiful. First prepare the ingredients, cut the chives into small pieces, cut the cabbage into thin strips, and cut the garlic seedlings into small cubes. The white noodles should be warmed with water, slowly stirred with bamboo chopsticks, and the white flour gradually condensed, and eventually converged into small knots of the same size as soybean grains.

A small spoonful of lard was scooped into a large iron pot, and the flame in the stove burned leisurely, and the smell of wheat straw mixed with wild grass also emanated from the farmhouse. The tiles on the eaves became hazy in the cooking smoke, beating abruptly with the cooking smoke, and calming down as the cooking smoke dissipated. There were two cute little swallows, standing on the wires of the eaves, chirping twice, and then silent, and the cooking smoke on the roof gradually rose.

The lard gradually dissolves, and when the oil flowers jump slightly, sprinkle with pepper powder, chives, and ginger shreds, and the aroma of the ingredients will drift away for a while. Add soy sauce, salt and other condiments, pour in warm water, and the fire in the stove can be increased. Beat two eggs and mix and set aside, wait for the soup in the pot to boil, ripple up the layers of water, sprinkle the layers of white noodle pearls evenly, and then use a spoon to slowly stir in the soup pot, and the pearls quietly merge into the soup and merge into a milky white pure color.

After the soup in the pot is boiled, it becomes a simmer again. Those pearls were like jumping elves, grunting and bubbling in the pot. When the pearl soup is about to come out of the pot, sprinkle with watery shredded cabbage and green garlic seedlings, drizzle a few drops of sesame oil, and put it in a white porcelain bowl with green lace. A bowl of delicate pearl soup, dotted with two or three slices of chives, four or five garlic leaves, green onions and garlic green, are beautiful. Lift your nose and smell it, spray incense!

As a child, pearl soup was not often eaten. At that time, white noodles were still very expensive, and my grandmother was reluctant to do it often. Only when you have a cold and a fever, lying in bed and not wanting to eat, grandma will bring a bowl of delicious pearl soup. I smelled it, and I immediately had an appetite, and I ate the bowl in three or five bites, and my body was sweating. The next day, the cold also quietly got better.

Some children play a little clever, in order to eat a bowl of pearl soup, lying on the bed pretending to be sick. The adult had no choice but to meet his request. After eating, the child wiped his mouth, jumped up from the bed, and ran out to play. The adults could only laugh at it.

The city's restaurants also sell pearl soup. That's the main food that people order after eating a variety of dishes. A large porcelain basin is filled with soup, and vegetables such as tomatoes and small rapeseed are added to it, and the color is very beautiful.

I scooped up a spoonful and put it in my mouth, savored it, and slowly recalled it.