I believe there is a soul in all the food we eat.

When we digest these foods that have been given souls by God, they become integrated into our lives and become part of our destiny.

Snacks in the City When a person lives in a city, what is his most vivid memory of the city?

I would say, it's the stomach.

And our stomach’s memory of a city comes from snacks.

The image of a city that has settled in the heart is like an old woman's old stove, which is slowly emitting the smell in the slow fire, and slowly emerges in the aroma of snacks.

As I reach middle age, snacks increasingly guide my judgment of my hometown.

Because when I met those snacks, I integrated myself into the fragrance of those snacks, like a farmer showing a steady smile in the waves of wheat.

Lao Zhou, who lives upstairs in my house, is over 50 years old. He suffers from emphysema and is always breathless when walking.

Lao Ma is the person I am closest to upstairs. Like me, he likes to listen to some music at home. After taking a nap, he likes to wander around the city, read newspapers under a tree, and then go to the small stalls.

Eat a bowl of hot and sour noodles, beef rice noodles and other snacks.

Many people can't tolerate Lao Zhou's loud coughing on the balcony when he wakes up early in the morning, but I can tolerate this problem of his - we are both snack lovers.

I'm the same way. Sometimes I feel like the day has been wasted, so I go to a snack bar and eat a bowl of beef rice noodles, sesame dumplings, and bone and pea soup.

After eating a bowl of snacks, like a comforting warm current, soothing my stomach, my hanging heart fell to the ground.

Throughout the year, I always have to travel some days.

Actually, I did it on purpose. I wanted to test whether I could remember anything about the city where I live all year round when I went outside.

When I feel homesick while walking in other places, my nose will twitch, and the aroma of those snacks and the smell of my dearest people will arrive from thousands of miles away.

What I miss most are the snacks lying in inconspicuous places in the city. They are people who don't talk much but can communicate with just one look.

When I travel abroad, I like to go to county towns and roam in remote corners of small towns the most.

Besides, folk snacks are often found in small towns surrounded by mountains and beside rivers.

The four beauties of ancient times were born next to Jishengmaodian, because there are mountain springs, green trees, white clouds, and birdsong.

Do you know how I judge whether people in a place live a calm and stable life? My standard for judging people is whether they are as gentle as a deer, their eyebrows are smooth instead of messy and tangled together, and the nose hairs in their nostrils are not exposed in a vulgar way.

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And the snacks of a place are part of its most authentic atmosphere.

Those snack bars are sometimes as unkempt as a man who has experienced the world. You can just walk in casually and feel it with your eyes and breath.

In a small town in the northeast, the tallest building in that town only had eight floors. I ate blood sausage rice noodles, which are blood sausages filled with pig intestines and added with Chinese cabbage in a jar. It was soft, fragrant, and chewy. I ate it.

After one bowl, I ordered another bowl.

In the autumn in the Northeast, the wind was a little cooler, which made my face tense. After eating two bowls of blood sausage rice noodles, it seemed to regulate and unblock my meridians, and I felt much more comfortable.

In a small county in Yunnan, I ate a kind of porridge cooked with wild vegetables.

Eating that porridge, I felt that the earth energy from the mountains and fields was gathering and rising in my body.

A person once said to me that all food comes from plants and animals who have sacrificed their lives. Can you not be grateful for snacks?

Those owners who sell snacks, if you eat there for a long time, at a glance, their gestures and gestures will often feel like family members.

In ancient times, they were classified as those who lead cars and sell pulp in the market.

A food stall is usually all a family relies on for their livelihood.

Some people who sell snacks also have secret recipes passed down from their ancestors.

That year, when old man Hu in the small town was frustrated, he tremblingly handed a sign selling cold noodles to his son.

The son passed it down, but the grandson settled in a big city. He is engaged in real estate development business.

A group of people looked at the dusty city. Excavators and bulldozers were roaring. The old city was being demolished. A frog in the field jumped in panic. It had lost its home.

My last hometown is those snacks lying in the corners of the city, their scent rising like invisible smoke.

I am glad that I have collected the stomachs of cities, and they have allowed me to claim one city after another.

Country delicacies Just as masters often hide among the people, many delicacies also have a subtle fragrance in the countryside.

These simple foods are steaming with the breath given by the earth, and of course embody the wisdom of those folk chefs.

Once you fall in love with these country delicacies, you may be committed to them for life.

My nostalgia for rural food has made me fall in love with hiking over the years.

Where I walked, I couldn't see the dim lights of the city, and I couldn't hear the sound of traffic in the city all day long.

It is a small town restaurant in the mountains and jungles. I want to walk there and enjoy a meal of braised pork trotters and flowers with yam, steamed old pumpkin, braised pig intestines, mutton clay bowl... and a bite in the clay bowl.

Indulgent old wine.