There are so many choices for staying up late, not to mention boyfriends. This sentence comes from Chongqing forest, and the conversation takes place in the most common role in the city-convenience store.
In his mind, the chef salad represents himself.
Life is bound to be unhappy. I always want to eat something to activate my fighting spirit when I am unhappy. At this time, I will choose to eat a bowl of 12 yuan Chongqing noodles. I like friends around me, but I have a southern stomach. I always feel uncomfortable after eating spicy food. Some love is knowing that it will hurt, but you can't give it up.
The first time I ate Chongqing noodles, I felt that the opposite side rekindled my passion. Peanuts are sprinkled on the noodles, and the red soup is very appetizing. Peanuts will not soften in the end, but they are still crisp, and noodles perfectly absorb the spicy taste of soup.
"Spicy" seems to have a toxic attraction, which makes people bite after bite and can't stop. "Ah-ah-ah" mouth dispels the spicy taste, while "rope-sucking" mouth sucks noodles. Even in the cool early winter, I can eat warmly and sweat slightly on my forehead. In a small shop with friends, I shouted, "It's so spicy, but it's delicious ~"
Finally, after eating noodles, we will carefully salvage every missing peanut in the sea of red soup, tilt the last mouthful of vitamin milk in the glass bottle, sniffle, and then walk into the choppy life together.
I bought myself a sweet matcha cake and a can of bitter beer that night when I was lovelorn. When I got home, my sister saw it and said, "Do you know if beer is for drinking?" I said, "I know, I'm not drunk."
At this moment, I just miss the bitterness of beer entrance and the pleasure of crossing my throat. I don't like drinking beer, and I don't like the bitter taste of beer. Its taste is not as mellow as red wine, but it cuts across the throat roughly; It's not as bitter as coffee, but it tastes smooth, sweet and milky.
But red wine is drunk in a festive atmosphere, and it will be milder after drinking; Beer is drunk when you are sad, and it is sad if you can't cry. The feeling of being uncomfortable everywhere, speechless and having nowhere to tell, needs beer to relieve. I put my vulnerability into the beer and drank it together. I want the most bitter beer at this time.
On the contrary, matcha cake makes me feel very funny. The matcha powder on it kept jumping out, and my movements became cautious, ignoring the depression. Moreover, it was not sweet enough to drown the bitterness of beer, so I ate the cake and beer funny. I think this is a ceremony I prepared for myself, and all those ups and downs will become a thing of the past, just like cakes and beer, they will be consumed.
A very good friend told me that "a group of people eat hot pot, and one person can only eat mala Tang", which made me feel very funny and reasonable. After graduation, I miss the days when a group of people ate hot pot, played cards and ordered takeout in the dormitory. Every time I eat hot pot, I feel sleepy with laughter.
When I was a sophomore, we were all tired of eating in the canteen and tried to make a fire in the dormitory, so we bought rice cookers and cooking pots one after another. Can't wait for winter, we bought all kinds of vegetables, meatballs and noodles in the small market outside the school and went back to the dormitory to "tease".
Actually, if I eat hot pot outside, I will definitely not order meatballs. I will choose hairy belly and fat beef on the tall. The hot pot ingredients in the dormitory are simple and simple, but they are the most missed. Perhaps, what you eat is not the ingredients, but the human touch.
When is the dormitory the most United? Final exam, cleaning, eating. Take your places and start washing vegetables, balls, boiling water and pouring drinks. At this time, the head nurse took out her small table again. It was a lazy table about one meter long, and it was the protagonist of several dinners in the dormitory. We will clean it up every time we use it, carefully put it away and put it back in a small corner, and look forward to seeing it next time.
The longest time was waiting for the water to boil, and four pairs of eyes stared at the big rice cooker in front of me, arguing whether to open the lid and have a look. When the meatballs grow round and float on the water, their eyes shine, and they can't take care of ironing. Take a bite with your teeth and you'll feel better.
A hot pot is eaten from dawn to dark, from rigid school system to anecdotes when I was a child, from consistent spitting to joking with each other. Whoever has more recent suitors and has been slapped in the face will become the target of everyone's nozzle. This is the hot pot in the dormitory. Missing the hot atmosphere will scare away winter.
After graduation, I still like to treat a large group of friends to hot pot in winter. Everyone sat in a circle, and the cauldron in the middle was steaming. Too many chefs throw ingredients into the hot soup base, then scramble to put chopsticks into the pot, take out the discolored meat, wrap it in sauce and feed it to their mouths. Everyone seems satisfied.
I can also meet people who eat hot pot, and I feel not lonely ~
Did you eat hot pot this winter?
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