Life Scene: Popcorn
Textu/Shenzhen Haiyang
I used to spend the Spring Festival in Chongyang, Hubei Province, when I went on the mountain road, I saw snow, snow all the way, and the winter scenery entered my heart.
The family finished eating and was idle, so my sister proposed to go shopping, saying that it was a walk to see.
We came to the market in Chongyang County, and as we walked and watched, on one road, we saw a scene that I was familiar with 40 years ago: an old couple on the street, setting up a stove and popping popcorn! There are even people who pop popcorn on the street, which is very kind and reminds me of my childhood.
I remember when I was a child, there were often some people carrying burdens, walking the streets and shouting popcorn for people, someone came, they put down the burden, set up the stove, set up the popcorn pot, bellows, made a good fire, put the rice into the pot and sealed it, kept turning, about seven or eight minutes to burst a pot, with a bang, the rice flowers spewed out of the pot, fell in the sack, and then poured into the bucket, the pot, a pot of sweet rice will be fried.
As soon as the popcorn popcorn people came, our children rejoiced and clamored to pop the popcorn.
We brought rice or corn, firewood (wood), and buckets of water from home to the popcorn place happily.
There were a lot of people, there was a queue, we put wood, buckets and rice on the ground, and then gathered around the popcorn while watching and laughing.
Because they are mobile, so the materials must be brought with them, either to give cash money, but also to exchange some scrap that can be sold for money, the price is very cheap, but I can't remember how much.
The red firewood burned, and the popcorn man shook the stove in one hand and pulled the bellows in the other, looking at the pressure gauge on the rice machine and counting the time.
When the time came, I removed the stove, stuffed it into the sack to seal it, stepped on it with my feet, put a handle on the lid of the stove with a hand latte tube, and with a bang, the rice flowers came out of the pot, poured into the container that was brought, and we couldn't wait to grab it with our hands and stuff it into our mouths, and then carry it home.
When the rice blossoms are fried, they can be eaten and can also be made into rice cakes. The method is to put the sugar in an iron pot to heat and dissolve, and then add the rice flowers, so that the sugar and the rice blossoms are combined, flattened with the pot, and then cut into small squares with a kitchen knife, which is a sweet, crispy rice cake, completely original.
We always make half of it into a rice cake, leave half of the rice flowers to eat directly, put it in the mouth to melt the aroma of rice flowers, let me taste it to this day, and I still don't forget it.
I can still see popcorn today, and I have a kind of surprise and sigh in my heart. I took my daughter, went up to buy a large bag of popcorn, ate it as I walked, and told her the story of my childhood, living in the memory of warmth, that is a kind of life memory, a beautiful inheritance, leaving behind the history, passing on the future. (End)
1, traditional equipment, traditional craftsmanship, traditional movements, that generation of people, appeared in the modern bustling street market, people sigh. Still on annual leave, it was still very cold outside, and the old couple set up a stove in the street and exploded popcorn for people. The person who blew popcorn for us in my childhood is now about the same age as the old couple. Are they okay now?
2, the old man shakes the stove with one hand, pulls the bellows with the other hand, turns the rice into flowers, turns the flowers into money that lives to old age, and also detonates the childhood memories in my mind.
3, at that time, it was firewood, and now it is honeycomb coal. The stove is gently turning, the fire is burning, time is slowly passing, life is quietly going far, and life has warmth in memory.
4, the rice blossoms are ready to explode, the big tin bucket is used to hold the exploded rice flowers, there will be a momentum when it explodes, and the sound declares to the world: rice can also blossom, life will be as beautiful as flowers, as long as you learn to love life. However, the cold wind did not applaud this sentence, and the wind knew that people of this age were enjoying their old age at home.
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