Thirty years ago—I don't dare say every day, but I could guarantee it every week—at least once in a few intermittent episodes to take Asinmipi, I could smell Ashinmipi on the medical school turntable a few hundred meters away from the small shop, and then reflexively turned the handlebar of the bicycle and rode towards the Ashinmipi shop at the head of the bridge.
There is a high probability that there will be a queue, many people belong to the packing home, but often, they will specifically order a bowl of unpackaged food and then go, it is estimated that they will not be able to support the door of the house if they do not take a bowl first. I think so because I have experience, and it is no exaggeration to say that every time I come to eat Ashinmipi, it is the first experience.
Life is only for the first time, even for a bowl of rice peels.
Her skin is snow-white, warm, elastic just right, immersed in a clear liquid, with her mouth, like a mountain stream, aggressive like a white snake into the hole, physically and mentally refreshing, beautiful and happy.
Wait for the next time to eat again, she will show you the unrestrained and fiery side, spicy on the brain, hot and fragrant, the waiter's actions are also particularly crisp and clean, long spoons like flying, all kinds of liquids into the bowl, call out a bowl of qiong pulp jade liquid.
"Pepper?" The waiter asked in the window.
"Play less." I answered outside the window.
The waiter picked up two rice peels, dipped them in a chili bowl, swirled them into a bowl, and brought them to the window countertop.
That's it.
Every time I came, she surprised me that it was always more fragrant, spicy, and satisfying than you remember. Anyway, it's a different feeling.
Thirty years later, assin mipi shops have reappeared on the streets, and the practitioners are also closely related to that year. For me, I didn't go to find any feelings back then, just a little nostalgia for my past. It's not like going to a museum, the history of the museum deserves respect, and my past is what I use to remember.
Today's mipi entrance, not unexpectedly, the taste of that year did not cross over, my taste did not cross over, and even the environment did not cross over. Regrets? No regrets.
After all, life is only like the first sight, the first sight is only one side.
Nowadays, the staff of Ashin already has special clothing.
In fact, it does not have to do this historical introduction, it is history.
Especially the pepper, obviously not the taste of the year, of course, this is not to blame A xin, I have changed, why can not it change.
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About the author: Heting, after the old Zhengzhou Lijiabu shop. I haven't left Zhengzhou for decades, when I was a child, I loved to turn blindly, and I didn't turn far, but the east was not Garden Road, the west could not cross Xiliu Lake, the north was Dongfeng Road, and the south was Erqi Pagoda. Now write some words when you have nothing to do, not much, it is a pastime.