As a wenzhou man who drank the river and grew up listening to young jiakuncai, i spent six months in the evaporation zone, and three months in changde vong. I thought it was the same land, so it should be the same. I don't know what the two cities are like
One: "the iron bone soup" hit changde"
On the first morning of chenyang, the owner of the breakfast shop downstairs shouted, "sweetie (children), three seconds later, fish soup will be glued!" followed him into the opening alley, where the fish puffy stoves are red. The bottom of the bowl is full of stubble soup, the fish is thin enough to light up, the porcelain powder is made of pepper pickles, the head is sweaty and the "boss adds a spoon of grease!"
Most importantly, they use chopstick rolls, twirling their wrists around the rice powder in the form of vasectomy, the shape of the wynches who throw fishballs。
Turning to changde's birthday, the lady who wore the purple river's rice powder shop whispered, "hey, little brother, eat round or eat flat?" i learned from the locals to get "free from heavy oil" and brought up a bowl of flowers with snow powder and watered heads in a single plate. The changde people can't talk, they can't hear nothing but the sound of the twig, and even the soup will have to be soft。
I whispered to her: "the chang-dee murmurs like embroidery." "he laughs at his legs: "we listen to the chopstick symphony!"
Ii. To speak turkish: "the lightning fire" against the mandarin
And when i asked the street, the sugar-sellers waved their hands: "the pen goes straight, the turn is goose peak park, near." "i, the wieners, first heard the thong sound like thunder and later realized that they liked to use the word "black" in their words, "bright, fresh, "bright" and "black" in words。
And i'm buying duck sauce in changde poetry park, and the boss says, "die, taste our tea? "i complimented her for her sweet talk, and she covered her mouth with a smile: "the yin talk is like popcorn, and we always say that it's sweet rice."
The most interesting thing is to learn the tongue: i yelled "oh, come on" in the light, and the changde colleague who works at the mechanics was bending over: "live life and guangdong sing the play!"
Iii. Lives: zhongyang met changde's heart
Jin-yang's landlord went to the river every night to eat snails, which he said was compulsory for the geese. I have to say, jin-yang's mouth is so tight, he took me back to the night stand, and the puffing of mars while the pixie chef was in the pot, and the screwdriver went out. Snails sing like the night market on 5th street in wenzhou, and the landlord pours beer and says, "we'll live to be happy!"
But my sister, changde's neighbor, talked about it. Every morning she brought a basket of bamboo to buy "the three of the rivers", and the fish picked about 15 centimetres long, with the sharp edges of the morning. Last afternoon, i gave her the wenzhou duck tongue, and she was trouped with embroidered plaques wrapped in her own cinnamon sugar. She said, "the changde people have to live their lives in poetry. "this life envies me。
Iv. Light and shadow in the alley: pyrotechnic ink
In the old alleys on the south road of chen zhongchongshan, the shaving master lays a stand under the old street hall, cutting his head and the guests gossiping about three stories. The tofu-fried carts in the alleys are under the soybean tree, the accelerator is hot, the gold and yellow blocks are rolling up and the sparrows are flying over the blue wall。
Changde street is another sight. Scattered sunlight from the sculpted window of the house, and the old tweeds in the blue blouse strung by the pier. The owner of the tea shop used changde's words to read "the source of peach flowers " , while the qingjiang boatman outside the window was tweaked with the sound of the turds。
Ha ha! Now i'm a wiener who learns how to fight with fish bones on the table in chenyang and can sing "lao hae-hai" in german in changde. My friends in the two cities laughed at me as "the north of the north," but i felt more like opening two different volumes of chuji's notes: the sun is as bad as the gold, changde is like the red merciless bottle, and together melts the soul of the lake that dares to lead。
[special declaration]
The chinese dialect and life watch are individual experiences, and the customs differ from one place to another. The cooking process in the text is consistent with food safety norms, and some of the scene descriptions have been artisticized。
