He Zuohuan, an old man who loves to chat! He has served as a director of the China Qu Artists Association, the vice chairman of the Hubei Provincial QuQu Association, the vice chairman of the Wuhan Municipal Federation of Literature and Literature, and the chairman of the Civic Writers Association.
When the lanterns first came on, the streets were bright, and many of the Jiangcheng shouts related to eating were very likable, and the "osmanthus - red bean soup" with Jiangsu and Zhejiang rhymes was even more "sung" out of a little warmth.
It is a special case of Wuhan snacks, and in my memory, most of the people who sell red bean soup are women. In today's Wuhan dialect, it is a "little sister-in-law" of one color.
The old people said that in those years, "capable women hated life", did not marry a good man, and had to make some money by themselves to supplement the family. Helping people wash clothes, going to the dock to mend clothes, picking up female red crafts on street corners, those who sell red bean soup are similar to them - there is a good man, even if you need to let women show their faces, let alone pick a burden!
However, the clamor for "osmanthus red bean soup" is filtered.
Living at home, "every family has a difficult scripture", and when doing business, it is not happy to expose their own difficulties to others. Therefore, the tone that comes out of the mouths of these women is only the melodiousness and length of "Wu Nong's soft language", whether it is sorrow and idleness, love and resentment, it is filtered out.
Make the people of Wuhan sound not to know how smooth, do not know how to be gentle. The word sounds like "Osmanthus - drop of sugar".
The joking Wuhan man deliberately said it was "a lie—bad is bad." In fact, Wuhan people like this "poor difference". First of all love its refreshing and clean.
The sisters-in-law who sell "red bean soup" only go to the street after a day's work, when the lights first come on.
A small burden, stopped under the street lamp. They are not like the general "cooked food, handy" female workers, none of them are wearing "dirty" dark clothes, around the waist of the oily lahu.
They wore clean and simple, small waists, more exquisite than any restaurant master, not from the chest to the knees of a general black cloth blue cloth, but slightly blocking a small piece of flower cloth on the front chest, but also connected to the "lotus leaf lace", the oil cover things are also made into decorations. The two rags wiped the bowl and wiped the hands together, and they were separated as if they would never let the oil stains be stained.
For the old Hankou residents who are accustomed to seeing the big "steel stove" along the Han River, piles of "reeds" (dry reeds), and fireworks are made into a pot of food, such details come into view, you are not good to praise but also praise a good.
What's more, the burden is much smaller than that of the man who sells tofu brains, and it is clean and shiny. It gives people the impression that "the furniture is clean, the people are clean, and the things sold must be clean".
That bowl and that spoon are also exquisite. Small "mouth soup bowl", fine porcelain; small spoon, not the street habit of thick porcelain big throw handle, a look at this "equipment", is not a "big bowl of porridge, large pieces of meat" business, small fire "swallowed" in the casserole of red bean soup, thick and thick, open the pot will float out of the thick bean fragrance and osmanthus fragrance.
Go forward to ask the price, the boss's echo, Hankou mixed with Shanghai accent or Ningbo accent, so that people have a soft glutinous sweet feeling before food, most of them will buy a bowl to eat after asking.
Some men just come up to talk to this little sister-in-law, and eat to say a few more words.
The words of these bosses are few, but they are not deliberately not to open their mouths, giving people the impression of "a different place, inconvenient communication", so the words are less pitiful, and it is impossible to say anything.
The old Hankou said that this "red bean soup" is a line of fine food, it seems that each bowl only has a dime to put money, but it is "too expensive to be sad". How "sad", of course, is the fineness of the bowl, "I would like a dime to give you a wine cup!" ”
Why not. Hankou snacks, Hankou dishes, even if the order is a single personal portion, the bowl mouth is not below four inches (diameter, market system), the plate will not be less than six inches (diameter, market system).
But this seller of "Osmanthus Red Bean Soup" used a small bowl of two and a half inches! Those who are accustomed to seeing large-caliber "vegetable bowls" for food, in the face of such a small utensil, after eating, they can't help but mutter: "Dog day, a dime is not expensive, didn't you see her only put a glass of wine?" But this is just talking in the house, for the "omnivorous food" and "idle food" that are eaten and played in the evening, when the street says that it is a bit lost, they will not "chew" out loud.
On weekdays, a six-inch bowl of hot dry noodles for a dime is eaten in a bowl of tubes for a morning; this small bowl of red bean soup, after a round in the mouth, turns around and is hungry. You say it's expensive or not?
What about expensive? Don't eat? It doesn't seem that simple. It hooks people which. The thick soup, as soon as you enter the mouth, is so thick that it can't be dissolved, and there are wisps of good flowers that endlessly rise into your nose with the heat, passing into your limbs and hundreds of skeletons, but the thick and sticky soup swallows with you, leaving a smooth, and some rustling fine granularity in the mouth, for a long time.
So you scoop again and eat again. And the "shyness" in the bowl, just so much soup soup water, even if the small soup spoon has become a "brother who digs the ear spoon", it only rises and falls three or five times to "scrape the ground". There were a few clanging sounds, full of freshness, full of sweetness, but the bowl was "white and clean".