Zhu Zhengyang
After passing the middle school ridge, turn right and hear the sound of boiling oil. After bypassing the new gate of the small house, next to the toy store, there is a cloud of mist - filled with white water vapor. It's Lao Tang's snack shop.
Lao Tang, whose surname is Tang, sells no sugar, but mainly pancakes and fruits. Lao Tang was from Xiayang, so his cooking was of Xiayang style. Xiayang people were very knowledgeable in gourmet food. Can eat and cook. In his free time, Old Tang and the three fellow villagers drank together. They had a liver, a lamb kidney, a plate of spinach, a plate of jellyfish skin, and a handful of peanuts... They were all satiated that night, and all their worries were settled. Returned satisfied.
Of course those in the catering industry must be good at it. Lao Tang’s dishes have two special features. One is the acacia tomato and hibiscus soup. It is tomato and egg soup. The eggs in the egg soup are beaten for more than a hundred times and simmered slowly. The frangipani has a stringy texture in the mouth, which is delicate and comforting. Another must is the pancake fruit. Pour the prepared flour sauce on the pancake pan, spread it evenly, and it will become a "home-style pancake". In addition, fry a poached egg in lard, sprinkle with a handful of cucumber shreds, a handful of pork floss, and "shoot" a few pieces of meat. It goes without saying that the strips need to be rolled a few times - although there are many pancake stalls nearby, and the price and taste are all about the same, students still prefer Lao Tang's pancakes. ——Lao Tang insists on making homemade pancakes (other pancake stalls mostly use cold and hard "spring roll wrappers" that have been aged for countless days), and is willing to put lard and meat in them.
In the morning, a group of students came here to eat "wild food", like a group of kittens afraid of the cold, nestling next to the "stove", with a few pairs of greedy eyes focused on the pancakes.
Old Tang is always busy, and burrito fruit is his baton. After the "morning rush hour", students were studying hard, and Old Tang was busy preparing "logistics" in the "rear area": ??pickled vegetables and fried pancakes. No matter how much you bake, it can't stop it from selling out quickly after school. As soon as the school gate opened and students poured out, Old Tang's hands had to be like pushing back ping pong balls, "pop, pop, pop", handing out cakes.
At this time, the student's "stomach" was in a hurry, and he was eager to buy a fragrant pancake fruit from Lao Tang - it would be better to top it with some Lao Tang's secret chili paste. A bite on the left, a bite on the right, and another bite in the middle. It’s no less enjoyable than the Northeastern people having a big gulp of “drinking rice”.
At noon, it is the dining time for the "old diners" nearby. Most of the "old diners" nearby are retired workers and residents of Zhongzhongling (many of whom are from the same hometown as Lao Tang). There is a primary school teacher who has agreed with my family to give me ten yuan for lunch every day, here. There is another person from Shanxi. It was so sour that when I walked in, I called out: "Old Friend Noodles (that is, sour bamboo shoots and shredded pork in soup)!" After eating it, I praised it and returned happily.
Lao Tang’s shop remains hidden and standing amid the passing clouds and mists of the years.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky. Old Tang set up a table of wine and food, and invited Old Li, Old Man Wang, and several other well-educated friends to gather together, drinking and reciting poems like Taibai. The old Tang Dynasty was a well-educated person who could recite "The Analects of Confucius" backwards and forwards, recite the "Book of Songs" aloud, and also understood Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
After a few rounds of drinking, when he was in high spirits, Lao Li suggested: "Let's play a poetry game and quote or create one or two poems about drinking."
Lao Li went first. : "Wine in the moonlight, willows swaying in the wind, chanting poems to friends at the table."
Mr. Wu then said: "There are many difficult things in the world, and there is no better way to drink wine than to treat the green mountains."
< p> Lao Tang chanted: "You can't make enough money in this world, but you will lose your head early.It's better to drink yellow vine wine, enjoy Luoyang flowers, and climb Zhangtai willows."
Old Man Wang said: "Don't talk about your former wealth and fame, just raise your wine and go back to the lamp to watch the moon in the river."
"Choose one of the two if you are virtuous and have money, and you will choose the one who lacks it. And look for it." If you live in Zigong, you will be rich and noble." The person who started the conversation was Lao Chen, who opened a braised meat shop on Chaoyang Road. After chanting, he proudly raised his mustache like a rat's mustache and raised his eyelashes, "Yes. "Brother, I heard that your business has been pretty good recently! Why don't you open a store in the city center? You can become a millionaire in a few months with your skills!" Lao Chen suddenly became interested and said in a low voice: "I've rented a store in the city center. We can partner up! We'll split it half and half then."
"No way," Old Tang sighed. Feed the deer and hope for longevity." Pour a glass of wine and say no more. The rest I had to let my friends chew on, swallow this sentence in their stomachs, digest it, and sigh in their hearts!
Old Tang’s shop still stands next to Middle School Ridge, and Old Tang is still busy in the shop every day. Who is he busy with? Old Tang himself didn’t know, and neither did others.