Bitterness is sweet, that is, after the bitter taste, there is sweetness, and if you drink soup, so is life.
On the weekend, I made a friend to make lunch together. There is a market downstairs from a friend's house, which is varied, there are many categories, everything is good, that is, the price is inflated.
We looked at each stall, turned around, and bought nothing. My friend was dazzled and didn't know what to eat at noon, and I was thinking of something else, and I asked him, "Are you hungry now?" ”
"I'm not very hungry yet, I've just finished my bread." My friend replied to me, looked at my watch again, and it was only 11:20, "Usually I eat at 12 o'clock." ”
"Well, we don't buy here, go farther, I remember there's a market next door that's pretty cheap." After saying that, I opened the map, selected the location, and saw that it said it would take 15 minutes to walk over.
Just after walking a road, I glanced around. By coincidence, I had been nearby before, so I turned off the navigation and walked along the path with my friend based on my memory.
Here is one of the oldest streets in the city, not one. Both sides of the street are in the style of the Republic of China's arcades, but due to their disrepair, the outer walls are now aging and have experienced wind and frost. This ancient street is built around the mountain, and legend has it that the people who used to live on the mountain, so the bottom of the mountain slowly became a polder, slowly attracting more immigrants, and finally forming the first small city.
The polder market under the mountain is the oldest market, so most of the people here are operated by the elderly, and the government has carried out large-scale renovations in the first two years, and this market has been completely renovated. Unfortunately, the government only renovated the part of the polder city, not the entire street, and the arcades could only continue to witness the development of the city with mottled facades.
There was no way, I had to give up, I turned around and bought a watermelon, and told him that watermelon was not a big problem to eat at night. After that, we spent another 15 minutes copying the trail back home. Although it took an extra 30 minutes to walk on the road, we saved half the money on the dish.
Blanch the ribs and remove the cold melon. We had a clear division of labor, it was almost 12 o'clock, we had to cook quickly, and then slowly maybe friends would miss the afternoon appointment time. Sure enough, we quickly prepared the meal when we had time to ask for it, and before eating other dishes, I gave myself a bowl of cold melon rib soup.
Cold melon is also a bitter melon, born with a bitter taste, people who like it are like treasures, and people who hate it abandon it like a. Maybe some people don't like bitter taste, but in my hometown, bitter melon has always been popular as a good recipe for clearing heat and reducing fire.
I took a sip of the soup, and sure enough, it was still a familiar taste. In fact, the cold melon soup has to be drunk slowly, because after the bitter taste, there is a faint sweetness, and the sweet taste comes out from the bottom of the throat and echoes in the mouth, which makes me have endless aftertaste.
Today we walked a little more, but also saved some money, according to the words of friends, every step we take, we can calculate the wages. Bitterness is sweet, that is, after the bitter taste, there is sweetness, and if you drink soup, so is life.