In the 1980s and 1990s, roadside food stalls everywhere were a glimmer of light in big or small cities. Although the place where they were located was noisy, it had a strong and lively atmosphere of life.
I remember the days when I was a boarding student in No. 1 Middle School in this county. There was also a bustling snack street at the back door of the school. There were all kinds of snacks waiting for foodies to meet every day.
There is always an endless stream of diners on that street, eating in groups around a stall, squatting, standing, or sitting. The small businessmen and hawkers are not enthusiastic business shouts, but friendly and smiling faces that have experienced many vicissitudes of life. They all have unique skills, and each has its own special skills, unique snacks, or a grill or a big pot. , or set up a small stove, so you can bake, fry, fry, boil, and steam in various ways; sour, sweet, spicy, and salty flavors; red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple delicacies are available at various stalls. .
There are roasted sweet potatoes, grilled kebabs, and grilled dried tofu; there are fried taro cakes, fried rice jelly, fried dough sticks, and fried fried dough cakes; there are fried scallion pancakes, fried pot stickers, fried dumplings, and fried buns; there are cooking pots There are steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed flower rolls, and steamed siomai; there are also rice dumplings, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, etc. White rice cakes, steamed buns with meat, Xi Kueh... all kinds of snacks have their following diners. Really authentic folk delicacies have never come from high-end restaurants, but are hidden in simple folk workshops in streets and alleys.
It is said that a night without food stalls is incomplete. On weekends or winter nights, the dancing charcoal fires and steaming smoke from the stalls are the scenery that diners most yearn for
The food in the school cafeteria can never satisfy students' three meals a day, so the fragrant aroma from the street at the back door of the school always strongly impacts our taste buds. The life of students is always monotonous, but there are people to share the delicious food with. The time is pleasant, so I often invite my friend Ning Ning to go there together. I remember that I love to eat cakes filled with bamboo shoots and pickles, and Ning Ning loves to eat taro cakes that are deep-fried and dipped in soybean oil. The mouth is full of fragrance, the flat meat is thin and stuffed, the soup is made with some green scallions, it is extremely delicious. We also buy some peanuts and dried radish as a side dish. The backstreet is an irresistible temptation for our taste buds!
Every evening, we would often buy cooked peanuts and put them in our pockets, eat them while walking around the playground, chatting, and looking forward to the future.
Every night when we are hungry after self-study get out of class or when we return from home to school on Sunday night, Ningning and I will go to the backstreet of the school to have a delicious snack. If you endure being hungry, you will definitely not sleep well that night. I remember one winter night when our stomach was growling after class, we felt it was too cold to have a midnight snack, but when we went back to the dormitory and lay in bed, we couldn't sleep. Ning Ning and I smiled at each other and understood each other tacitly. We simply wrapped ourselves in thick clothes and sneaked downstairs together. We each ate a bowl of flat pork and noodles at the back door snack stall and then secretly returned to the dormitory to sleep. We were always worried about getting picked up by the birth control teacher on the way. Caught in the act!
The most difficult thing is the fourth class every morning from Monday to Friday. The students’ minds are often summoned by the food. When the teacher sees our wandering eyes, he will always slap the table with his pointer and pull. Sound the alarm at the top of your voice: Concentrate, concentrate! But after a while, various tempting snack pictures were played in our minds one after another. We finally managed to hold on until the end of get out of class. We students rushed down the teaching building as if there was wind on the soles of our feet. Ning Ning and I must have He was running towards the back streets!
Ning Ning and I often change the way we eat. When we get tired of sweet food, we eat salty food. When we get tired of fried food, we eat boiled food. When we get tired of steamed food, we eat fried food. Various snacks were eaten in rotation over and over again.
I remember that there was an old woman who would carry ear cakes and pumpkin cakes to sell them downstairs in the student dormitory every night. Some farmers' children who had rice at home would exchange rice for ear cakes and pumpkin cakes. As long as my parents gave me money, I would buy them. At that time, I thought they were delicious food when I was hungry.
Thinking back to the years when we were studying in County No. 1 Middle School, what reminds us is not the sound of reading in the classroom, but the dazzling array of snacks in various stalls in the back streets of the school, with green onion and ginger. The aroma of food wrapped in spicy garlic, and the old lady who delivers food to your door every night!
With the optimization of urban management and environment, those street food stalls and small vendors with unique skills are slowly disappearing, but the charm of the food stalls and the charm that once remained between the food stalls and the school The story has been fixed in my mind forever! Do you also have interesting roadside stall stories?