My hometown is not the hometown of hot and sour noodles.

But friends who went to Chongqing to study said that the hot and sour noodles in their hometown are more delicious than those in Chongqing.

Maybe it's because this bowl of "unauthentic" hot and sour noodles contains the hot and sour taste of our youth and the love between us and the store owner.

"Little Brother Hot and Sour Noodles" is a couple from Yong'an who started from a street stall to a downtown store.

I can’t remember exactly when the stall opened, but it was probably when I was in junior high school.

Although the stall is close to the county bus station, behind it is a bus station and a busy street. It is noisy, cars are coming and going, exhaust fumes are filled, and dust is flying. Next door is a smoky barbecue stall, and PM10 is flying into the sky.

It's very annoying, but it doesn't affect the "Amway" that the friends from the county town flock to, and the diners from all walks of life "condescend" in front of the stall, sucking the vermicelli.

At that time, I was "self-proclaimed" and deeply doubtful about the hygienic conditions of street stalls. I would never sit on a plastic bench and "commit myself" to a low folding table, facing the steaming noodles like countless diners.

Have a great meal before.

Until one day, my best friend Xiao Hu told me about this "hot and sour noodle" couple.

Xiao Hu said that the couple lived in the firewood room downstairs of her house.

From daily life to preparing materials, the two of them were busy from morning to night.

Every time she passed by the firewood room, she would hear the sound of chopping vegetables.

I asked how the health situation is?

"It's okay, it's pretty clean." I started to have a good impression of the "Hot and Sour Noodles" stall, and finally decided to give it a try.

Maybe it's because the spicy and sour aroma of hot and sour noodles permeates the whole street, which is so tempting that it makes my mouth water every time I pass by.

I finally "let go of my body" and embarked on the path of no return of "sucking fans at the risk of my life".

The boss has small eyes, is chubby, and has a naive smile. Although he is short and fat, he is a flexible fat man.

"Coarse noodles and fine noodles? Medium spicy and slightly spicy? Medium sour and slightly sour? Add beef tripe and duck gizzards? Do you want coriander and green onions?" After a series of questions, he quickly wrote down each diner's customized noodles with a pen.

The lady beside him gave an order, added seasonings to the bottom of the bowl, and then handed it to the soup pot.

The proprietress is thin and small, with short hair, big, round eyes, and watery eyes. She is alert and agile. Even my mother will mutter to me when she passes by: The wife who sells hot and sour noodles is quite pretty.

After the husband gave the order, he put all kinds of vermicelli and vegetables into the pot, and he accurately measured the time. It was clear which one was put in the pot first and which one was put in last.

Lift the pot, put it on the plate, ladle the soup, pass the noodles... the flow operation is skillful and experienced.

The boss then adds spoonfuls of peanuts, sour beans, meat vegetables, coriander and green onions... A bowl of hot and sour noodles is done. The flexible boss then trots all the way to find the guests and brings them to the table.

A pair of fat and thin men and women prepare ingredients in the morning, set up the stall at night, and close the stall in the early morning. In this way, no matter the cold winter or the scorching summer heat, the two create a legend of wealth that belongs to them as a couple in the aroma and fireworks.

Speaking of their hot and sour noodles, the taste is indeed a "mudslide" in my family's food circle.

In a mountainous county in Fujian where the food is mainly light, the various foods and the dishes cooked by mothers who are keen on keeping healthy often make people feel uncomfortable.

The hot and sour noodles at my brother's house are particularly outstanding among the cold-blooded ones. The soup is sour and spicy, with a salty taste. The potato noodles are smooth and refreshing, soft in the mouth and chewy. I prefer sweet potato powder, which is smooth and easy to digest.

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The homemade meat dishes at my brother's house are also excellent. They are oily in color, braised in a delicious way, and have a rich aroma. The tripe is not chewy, but it is cooked so that it is elastic and easy to chew.

Add crispy peanuts and fresh sour beans, and have a hot bowl. Even if you are sweating profusely in the summer, you will still have endless aftertaste and can't stop eating.

From then on, in the three years of high school, I would ride home after self-study in the evening and it was natural to be covered in stars and moonlight. But no matter how late it was, once I got hungry, I would climb upstairs, take out the big enamel jar, and run and jump to the stall - "

Boss! Spicy and sour noodles! Beef and tripe! Add an extra spoonful of peanuts!” After three to five minutes, I was served a bowl of fragrant and spicy noodles.

Take it home.

It tastes so good that I become addicted every time I eat it. The hot and sour taste combined with the indigestible vermicelli tortures my stomach to the point of unbearable pain. I have to wait until I recover to continue fighting.

Even though my parents were chanting "hot and sour rice noodles with poppy shells" in their ears every day, I remained unmoved and continued to "suck in the rice noodles" unswervingly.

A bowl of hot and sour noodles comforted me during my poor and boring three years of high school, and gave my boring study life a collision of numbness and spiciness, sourness and saltiness.

Whenever something unhappy happens, all you need is a bowl of hot and sour noodles, and all your worries and sorrows will turn into warm joy in your lips, teeth, and stomach.

A bowl of hot and sour noodles, in addition to sharing the pressure of study, also records the hot and sour youth of my friends and I, and even the teenagers in the entire county.

At the stall with three to five square folding tables, you will hear sisters and buddies talking to each other while sucking powder. Couples don’t care about their image. They suck powder in a rustling way until they are sweating profusely. It’s so hot that they wheeze.

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This is a paradise of delicious food, a crematorium of troubles, and a dumping ground of emotions. I once heard a girl sighing helplessly in the noisy seats late at night: "He has his circle of friends, but I only have him." And the store owner

There is always some subtle warmth that touches me beyond the delicious hot and sour noodles and the past memories of youth.