Lane old fun: drink a cup of malt milk, warm the stomach, nostalgia

It was late autumn, and my friend knew that I often wrote late into the night, and sent me a listen to malted milk, which surprised and delighted me. Drinking a sweet and silky hot drink full of wheat flavor not only warms the stomach, but also evokes my deep nostalgia for my childhood malted milk.

Malt milk extract is a kind of instant solid drink made of malt and milk powder and cocoa, which was once a high-end nutritional product, and in the 1970s and 1980s, it was regarded as a gift for the New Year's Festival. At that time, it was difficult for parents to buy malt milk extract frequently. I vaguely remember that the first can of malted milk creamer at home is the nutrition products sent to him by his father after donating blood in the unit, it is a Shanghai Fu brand, tinplate cans between light yellow and big red, a very festive pattern, the can has the word "strengthening", I don't know why, I think it is a very sweet and creamy drink. I couldn't wait to take it from my father's hand, pry open the lid with scissors, tear off the shiny tin film, and the aroma of malt and cream mixed came to my face. I roared and scooped five or six spoons into a glass, soaked a cup in my hand, and drank it when I was still hot, and took a sip of it, and every bite was so delicious. It is a cold winter, a cup into the stomach, lips and teeth left fragrant, warm through the heart socket. After drinking, I wanted to make a second cup, but my mother snatched the glass away.

The next morning, my mother helped me brew a glass of malted milk. I looked at the cup with some indignation: lifting the cup through the glass, I could almost see my mother eating the bubble rice opposite; I took a sip, the soup was scarce. When my mother went out to clean the toilet, I took out the malt milk that my mother had hidden, poured a lot of malt milk creamer into the cup, adjusted it, and the cup immediately looked like tofu pulp. I didn't dare to eat slowly, and the moment my mother stepped into the house, I had drunk all the malted milk in the cup.

I heard that my next-door neighbor, Lu Meijia, bought malted milk, and I began to use various excuses to go to her house. Lu Mei probably guessed my intentions, she used her hand to open the lid of the canned malted milk, and the whole guest hall was fragrant. She picked up a few grains with her fingers and said, "Nong opens his mouth and eats and sees." I chewed and closed my eyes, feeling that this was the best thing in the world. Opening her eyes, Midori had put the can back in her cupboard. I thought about eating a few more, but before I could say anything, Midori seemed to see my thoughts, "Next time, I'll eat it again." She said politely. A few days later, I went again. Lu Mei took out the malted milk creamer again and poured a large handful on the palm of my hand. I licked little by little with my tongue, and at the end, a thin layer of condensation was condensed on the palm of my hand, and I cut it off with my front teeth, and I was still not finished. Lu Mei agreed to let my fingers into the jar to pick a few more grains, I counted my heart, sucked my fingers wet with my mouth and inserted them into the can, and my fingers were suddenly covered with malt milk. Lu Mei said, "Nong threshold can be fine." I smiled and sucked my fingers with my mouth.

Eating malted milk creamer was my hobby at that time. The mother is afraid of the moisture and lumping of malt milk, so the lid is covered tightly, and the hand cannot open it at all, and every time it is opened, the mother either uses scissors to pry or use a rotary chisel to pry. I often deliberately loosened the lid and let the malt milk gelatin clump when it was damp, and only then would my mother break it open and let me eat it dry. When my mother saw that I was always stealing food, she put it in a black cabinet under the shelf cabinet and locked it off with a "permanent" lock. I looked at the "cabinet" and sighed, and suddenly, seeing three wooden screws locked on the hinges, I calculated the time when my mother left work and twisted the pine screws with a rotary chisel. The hinge fell down with the lock, and I opened the can and dug spoon after spoon into my mouth. When you're done eating, turn the can upside down and shake it loose, put it back in place, and re-screw the screws and hinges. The trick was repeated several times, and finally one day, the screw hole was loosened, the hinge could not be installed, I used glue to glue the hinge to try to fool through, but my mother pulled the cabinet door, "whoosh" the hinge fell, and there was sticky glue on it. What awaited me was another meal of "bamboo shoot roast".

Now, a variety of drinks, can be "adjusted" malt milk extract, is an unforgettable memory of our childhood, unforgettable and precious. (Chen Jianxing)