The next year, my mother and I went to my hometown in Shandong. It was my first time to take a train, and I really experienced the difference between eating on the train and eating at home for the first time. Usually, my thrifty mother doesn't want to put an extra drop of oil when cooking. On the train, she has been buying me food in different ways. When changing trains at a station, my mother bought smoked chicken and sausage for me specially. That trip made me really eat the "delicious food" that I only saw in movies before, and the satisfaction of my stomach during the trip was deeply imprinted in my memory. The bumps on the train for three days and nights remind me of a rule-you must eat well and eat more when you take the train, so that you can feel that the train is going fast and you won't be too tired.
With the growth of age, the number of trains has increased, and the experience of eating in carriages has become more and more abundant, adding many interesting things that are deeply in my mind, which seems to cover up the fatigue of that journey. I often hear people who "run around by train" complain that "spending money is suffering". All my memories of taking the train are just eating.
At school, in addition to winter and summer vacations, there will be various internships and visits every year, all by train. And every time I take the train, whether I am alone or with my classmates, the food on the train is really spectacular. It takes about four or five hours to go to the internship by train. A classmate and I brought a lot of food and put it on the table in front of the seat. Bags full of food almost occupy the whole table and tend to fall to the ground, including bread, fruit, eight-treasure porridge, sausages, steamed bread and pickles. The passengers in the same car thought we were on a long journey. When they heard that we arrived a few stops later, they couldn't help laughing: "Are you taking the train or just for dinner?" We just replied softly, "that's all, not necessarily enough!" " "Sure enough, before we arrived at the station, the pile of food that was considered extremely exaggerated was eliminated. Everyone in the car laughed: "You two have a good appetite. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I wouldn't believe that you could eat so much in such a short time. "Still young!" For that last sigh, we just kept silent. In fact, if we don't take the train, we may not be able to finish all these things.
After taking part in the work, there are not many opportunities for business trips, and the "spectacular" food on the train is becoming more and more difficult to present. Occasionally, I heard a friend say that she took the train for more than ten hours and only brought a bottle of mineral water. When she arrived at the station, she just opened it and took a sip. I remember asking her like an alien: "How did you get through without eating on the train?" Seeing my expression, she was frightened: "Do I have to eat by train?" I do this every time I take the train. I have no appetite and don't want to eat anything. "At that moment, I realized that not everyone on the train had a strong appetite like me.
With the improvement of living standards, the food on the train is becoming more and more abundant, and people gradually accept the "expensive" food on the train for convenience. I would rather spend more money than pack food in a big bag and take it on the train. On the other hand, I always keep the habit of bringing enough food before getting on the bus. However, it often takes two or three hours by train from work to my mother's house, so I have no chance to show my "feat" of "eating" on the train. Come to think of it, one is that the time by car is too short, and the other is that my appetite is not as good as before as I get older. I can only savor the sigh of "still young" from the passenger and watch others "eat a lot". This appreciation of others has an excellent appetite on the train, which reached its acme in a trip three years ago.
That was before the National Day, my husband was going to the provincial capital to do business, so I "wandered around" when I was idle. Mr. Wang is a martial artist. He has always had a good appetite and is never picky about food. In his words, "as long as he can eat." I, on the other hand, can't stand his "rude man's eating habits" and always think that this is a sign that he can't eat well and has enough to eat. Always prepare as much food as possible to satisfy Mr. Wang's "thick throat and big stomach". Whenever Mr. Wang finds himself gaining weight, he will "complain" and say, "You can't eat like this anymore. You really want to become a pig. " During that trip, my "pig" ate something novel, which can be described as "shocking four people".
Since our train leaves at 0: 00 a.m./kloc-0: 00 a.m. and arrives at the provincial capital at 7: 00 p.m., I prepared more food and specially bought a large piece of "Daming Sauced Beef" and asked the salesman to cut it into small pieces. Everything was arranged, and soon after the bus left the station, we began to have lunch. I don't want to. The sauce meat that day is more salty than every day. I only ate a little and said to my husband, "I'm full, and the rest is yours!" " "The sauce beef in this restaurant has always been my husband's" favorite ". Every time my husband watches me eat, he dares to "let go" and eat the rest. Seeing that I didn't eat a few pieces, my husband asked, "Is it too salty for you to eat?" "Then eat more cakes and it won't be so salty." After Mr. Wang's suggestion, I ate some more, and then I watched Mr. Wang "eat meat."
Just as my husband and I let go of each other, I noticed that the tall and handsome conductor was always dangling around us. At first, I thought it was because our seats were close to where the conductor put the broom and mop. Later, I found that his eyes always swept the pile of sauce beef on the table and said, "Come on, young man, let's eat together!" " When the young conductor saw me say this, he quickly waved shyly: "No, no, no". We just had dinner before we got on the bus. "Say that finish, turned to leave, only a step, and turned back. Bend down to get the mop under the seat, stand up and look at the sauce beef on the table, swallow a mouthful of saliva, and can't help it. An unnatural smile appeared on his face: "Is it sauce beef? Delicious! " Because there were not many people on the bus that day, my husband and I happened to monopolize the seats for four people in pairs. I motioned for the gentleman sitting opposite to lean over and say, "Young man, you have been busy for a long time. Sit down and have a rest. " As he spoke, he pointed to the side position that Mr. Wang had just given up. The young man sat down opposite me and asked me, "Sister, by the way, I think you should actually be called aunt." I smiled and said, "Nothing. All the same. " The young man was recognized and went on to say, "Let's call him big sister, kind." The young man coughed gently and then said, "Big Sister, where are you going with your big brother?" "Provincial capital." "Oh, that's ok, not far, it's getting dark. I can't get off work until noon tomorrow. " As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the sauce beef on the table: "Big sister and big brother like to eat sauce beef!" " I found a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to him: "Young man, have some." Daming's is just a little salty. "After hearing what I said, the young man came to pick up the chopsticks in my hand. On the contrary, he leaned against the dining table, as if he wanted to have a closer look at the sauce beef. His eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Oh, no wonder it smells so good. I like Daming's sauce meat best, especially sauce beef ... "He said, and carefully picked up a small piece of sauce beef and put it in his mouth with his right thumb and forefinger. Then I enjoyed the delicious food in my mouth. Looking at the young man in front of me, he likes eating meat very much, just like my beloved nephew. A warm current welled up in my heart and asked, "Is that young man in his twenties?" "Twenty-six years old!" The young man said while chewing, "Sister, how old is your child?" "My nephew is twenty-four years old and my son is nineteen years old. Do you like meat, especially my son, who always says he is a carnivorous wolf? " After that, I glanced at Mr. Wang out of the corner of my eye and smiled maliciously. Mr. Wang immediately understood what I meant-that a "child" as old as Mr. Wang also likes to eat meat. Seeing this, the young man stood up: "Big sister, big brother, I really envy you. Your feelings are so good, I can see it in your eyes. "Hearing this, Mr. Wang suppressed what he was going to attack me. With a happy face, he learned to taste beef carefully like a young man. ...
After I finished my work in the provincial capital, I bought the famous "Hundred Herbs Chicken Legs" in three provincial capitals, as well as sausages, bread and fruits. I leave at nine o'clock in the morning. Although I had breakfast before I got on the bus, as soon as the train left the station, I habitually put the food on the table and ate it while talking to my husband. I picked up a chicken leg and only ate a few mouthfuls, so I felt I couldn't eat any more. I put down my drumstick and said to my husband, "I'm really old." Why can't I eat when I go out this time? " Mr. Wang said with a smile, "If you don't want to eat chicken legs, have some fruit.". Otherwise, eat melon seeds first ... "
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the food on the table was eaten unconsciously, leaving only two and a half chicken legs. The gentleman said, "another chicken leg." It smells delicious. " I picked up a chicken leg and handed it to my husband. I picked up a few bites of chicken leg and took a small bite. Then I put it down again, but I still don't want to eat any more. I saw that there was only an empty bone left in the chicken leg in Mr. Wang's hand. Seeing my husband encouraging his cheeks to eat soundly, I not only smiled: "Slow down, no one is fighting with you." While eating, Mr. Wang said, "It smells good, and it smells like Chinese medicine." Oh, I'm telling you, it's the smell of Chinese medicine that makes me want to eat it. So, I said to my husband, "I don't like the taste of Chinese medicine." You ate it all. " Mr. Wang looked at me and said, "Do you really treat me like a pig? I ate a lot! " I smiled and pushed the chicken leg symbolically in front of my husband, meaning: if you eat, you have to eat, and if you don't eat, you have to eat! Then, I closed my eyes and stopped watching my husband eat the same thing.
I was about to fall asleep when someone patted me on the shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the gentleman sitting opposite me had disappeared. There were three bones on the plastic bag with chicken legs on the dining table just now. Looking back, a middle-aged woman sitting across the aisle was looking at me mysteriously. When she saw me looking at her doubtfully, she leaned over to me in her seat, stretched her neck so hard that she almost leaned over my ear and asked, "Is he your man?" Nunu mouthed at the place where Mr. Wang had just sat. "Oh, why, you know him?" "I don't know. Let me ask you, did he eat all those three chicken legs just now? " I looked at the bones on the dining table again and said nothing but nodded. The woman asked again, "How can he eat so much?" Three chicken legs were eaten in a few bites ... "What else does that woman want to say? When the gentleman who went out to go to the toilet came back, she came back in a hurry and gave me a mysterious look. I said to myself: you can't understand the realm of people who practice martial arts.
The woman got off at our last stop, and I told my husband about her. My husband struck the table and said, "It's a good thing I didn't eat at her house! I have been paying attention to her for a long time. At first, she just secretly watched me eat, and then she stared at me. When I ate the rest of your chicken leg, her eyes almost fell off and her neck was very long ... I thought she knew me. Look at her face. It's different. I have been eating badly, and my face is dirty. I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and there was nothing on my face ... I was stupefied at first, and everyone around me couldn't help laughing after listening to my husband. I thought about what the lady said, "I can't eat after a few bites", as if Mr. Wang had bitten the leg directly from the chicken, and I couldn't help laughing. ...
This was eaten in the carriage. In the final analysis, to eat wonderful and delicious food, we must first have a good body!