Sticky rice balls to the right, student days to the left! Missed taste

Every time you have the opportunity to pass by Chunsen Road, you will definitely go to the platform. Just like this morning, I was going to eat mushroom noodles, and after eating it, I was hinted by the stomach to come to this palm-sized place, a door opening of a family home in the last century, hanging a red-torn cardboard with the top cardboard on it.

It may be that it came early, there was only a folding table in front of it, and the uncle next to it said that it was still preparing and would have to wait for 20 minutes. I was cold, irritable, and looked at the stall next door, also buying glutinous rice balls, patronizing a lot, but the subconscious stopped my legs, told me to die and so on! Then wait, anyway, it is the head position, afraid of a hammer. After ten minutes, the line gradually began to grow longer, and the quiet atmosphere became lively. After another ten minutes, the whiteboard table began to place supporting roles: soy milk, which must be handmade, with fried black sesame sugar, fragrant soybean noodles, dark brown fritters are crispy signs, and other eight treasure porridge, eggs are not my dish. After waiting for a while, a middle-aged and thin elder sister came out of the door with a steamer half a body high. The team was suddenly quiet, and I could feel all the eyes following the steamer off the shoulder, and then lay flat on the table, lifting the lid, the heat and the rice fragrance drifted away, and the white dangling cone-shaped glutinous rice pile came into view, and the four words of tight elastic teeth were estimated to be jumping in the minds of everyone present. A woman's hand scooped up the glutinous rice on the edge of the steamer with a rice spoon, spread it obliquely on the rice pile, scooped it while turning the shop, stopped halfway to let the neighbor who helped take out the change in the pocket and prepare it, and then continued the action just now, presumably to let the hot rice grain breathe and increase the grainy tooth feeling. After a few minutes of a set of actions, there was no one in the line, talking empty words, quietly as if waiting for the opening of the good play. It wasn't until the eldest sister began to press the glutinous rice on the gauze, press the fritters inside, spread the sugar, then roll up and tighten, open the gauze, and the tapered glutinous rice balls walked through the whole body again with white sugar and soybean noodles, and finally packed and handed it to me, that someone began to break the calm: "It's time for me, pack ten." ”