Hong Kong Datong Restaurant has also learned to "sell big bags" like the main store, but the couplet has become more fluent: "Big bags are difficult to sell, big money is rare, and the needle is pointed at the wheat, only benefiting from the micro; There are fewer fathers, more sons, and dripping water in front of the eaves. I have seen several reversals. " My uncle lives in the shabby and prosperous Canal Road in Wan Chai, Hong Kong, across the Goose Neck Bridge from the prosperous Times Square.
Many years ago, my uncle invited our family to the Happiness Building in Wan Chai for morning tea. At that time, we were in high spirits, only my uncle's two children, that is, my cousin, had no joy. While we were having tea, we suddenly heard a voice. Almost everyone stood up at each table, rushed to the hall passage and gathered in a large steamer that had just been baked. The crowd was crowded, and the waiter stopped to let everyone line up before dispatching. My uncle also went with a meal card and brought back four cages with a tray. He only gave the big bag to himself, his wife and two children, but not to us. Tell us to help ourselves to the snacks in the snack cart. My cousin curled his lips and said in my ear, "He wants this every time he comes. He can't eat anything after eating it!" "I asked, is it cheap? Cousin said, "Two yuan a cage! "It's no wonder that the small spots in the teahouse are all from 6 yuan. It's really good for the neighborhood business to sell 2 yuan with such a big cage of steamed rice! Hong Kong's "selling big bags" keeps pace with the times and has evolved into steamed rice with ribs. The cage is covered with an aluminum cup, which is filled with steamed rice with lobster sauce. The ribs are seasoned and fished out before steaming, and the oil juice penetrates into the rice, which is delicious. A cup of rice is both morning tea and lunch, which is equivalent to the store doing good deeds. On this day, we had tea in a restaurant in Sheffield Road, Hong Kong, and witnessed the "selling big bags": three white-haired old people at the next table ordered three cages of ribs rice, and they ate it slowly, as if to eat the taste into the depths of their memories. There is only a cup of tea next to them, and their morning tea is actually a cup of it! They ate half before they started talking, and then where they went, life was so comfortable and sweet. I asked the waiter: How much is a cup? She said, six dollars. The price has gone up, so has the "big bag", but it's still cheap.
Whether it is chicken balls or ribs rice, this warm tradition of caring for the disadvantaged groups at the bottom has disappeared in Guangzhou, but its fragrance has been taken over by Hong Kong.