By this time my stomach was already grumbling with hunger, so I took three steps and two steps to the spicy hot shop. I went there to see that there were few guests inside, because it was too early for lunch. Don't underestimate such a small shop of seven or eight square meters, if it is the time of eating, the traffic can surprise you.
I decided to go in and eat, and when I asked for the price, wow! Vegetarian vegetables should be a bunch of pieces, meat dishes should be two pieces of a bunch, only five or six pieces of winter melon a bunch of good profits. It looks better than going to work. hehe! I asked for a plastic basket and picked out some vegetarian and meat dishes that I liked to eat, and they were all more than a dozen dollars. I don't like spicy food, so I said to the sweaty young man, "Don't be spicy."
Turning around and entering the sitting area, I deliberately chose a small square table near the young man who made spicy scalding, and wanted to check the hygiene of his spicy scalding. Probably the boss deliberately placed the spicy and hot cauldron next to the store door in order to attract passers-by, so that passers-by will drill into their nostrils as soon as they pass by the fragrant spicy hot and seductive smell, well, so fragrant! Thus hooking up their little worms.
I waited with joy for the spicy hot that I had been waiting for for a long time. Looking from behind the spicy hot boy: every swing is so rhythmic, the right hand clutches the long chopsticks and gently pecks at the various raw vegetables in the bamboo basket and soaks them in the soup that is full of umami heat for a short time; the left hand that grabs the bamboo basket gently scoops up the ripe vegetables and shakes them; then scoops up a large spoonful of fresh soup in the big pot; sprinkles all kinds of spices sharply, and just like this bowl of fragrant spicy hot becomes. Is this the beauty of skill, or can we understand and appreciate the tacit understanding of the left hand and the right hand hidden in the beauty of skill? Smelling all kinds of spicy smells around you is really exciting. In the past, whenever I walked by the door and looked at the people around me and picked up my favorite dish with a basket, I thought I would have time to eat it, but every time I thought about the spicy, I was afraid. If there is no spicy taste that chokes people, it is not really spicy and hot, and it is not interesting to eat, so I simply do not eat it. I can't handle it today, even if it's not that choking spicy taste, I have to taste it. Before I could finish thinking about it, I brought a spicy and hot young man's voice: "Is it your spicy hot?" "Interrupted my thoughts. I said with admiration, "Thank you!" ”。 The lad laughed unaccustomedly, presumably thinking it was what they should have done.
I looked down at my heart and couldn't help but feel unhappy, how to help me put spicy, I said I don't want spicy ah, how to get it. I really want to call him over and criticize him hard, and then change a bowl that is not spicy, and then I think about it, it is not easy to come out to work, otherwise I may be approved by the boss. Spicy is not a big deal, then eat it!
I lifted the white porcelain small vinegar pot on the table and added a lot of vinegar, I am a Jiangsu Danyang person, very able to drink vinegar, Zhenjiang (Danyang is a county-level city below Zhenjiang) is famous for the old vinegar Oh, is our specialty there. Don't think I advertise ah, as a wanderer outside I think everything in my hometown must be the most beautiful, I think everyone feels the same way. Wow, this bowl full of spicy hot and a little more vinegar smell, smell makes me drool, well, let me hurry up and take a sip. Spicy, spicy, sour, salty plus a hint of sweetness of vegetables and fruits, and then let my taste buds carefully taste and mixed with the faint bitterness. Well, enough taste! It was the spicy and hot flavor I wanted.
I suddenly remembered a movie called "Love Spicy Hot" I haven't seen this movie, but I think spicy hot is really like love? I've heard my friends talk about spicy and hot love before, but I don't dare agree. They think that spicy and hot love is casual love, which can be cheap enough to love if you want to love, abandon it if you want, and use three words to describe it as "it doesn't matter". My understanding is this: spicy hot love is also a beautiful encounter, and this unexpected beautiful encounter depends on how much you are willing to invest in this bowl of love hot. If only salt is put in, it is salty; if only vinegar is added, it is sour; if only sugar is added, it is sweet; if only spicy is spicy; if only hemp is put in, it is crisp; if only bitter, it must be bitter. I think it's not a bowl of spicy hot, let alone the taste of love.
In life, if we recall the happiness of the past, I think it must be some seemingly small and small bits: a cup of warm tea, a kiss goodbye, an encounter, a hand holding... I don't think it's a big deal to "shock the world and cry ghosts and gods.". Spicy hot seems to be a bowl of ordinary, but as our real love, usually contains a variety of tastes, slowly taste delicious with your heart, if one day you meet someone is a person who really understands love and understands life, then please invest in all the love spices, taste its unique delicacy with your heart, rather than as a cheap thing, want to take it, give up when you want to, the result will only follow the sentence "Things have the end, things have an end.".