My roommate, a native of Gansu, is obviously a gentle and quiet little girl, but she acts with great efficiency. We all call her "Big Brother". From the first day he came to the dormitory, "Big Brother" kept declaring that their favorite food in this life is their beef noodles in Gansu, and always stressed that their beef noodles are different.

beef noodles, where is it? Where can't I eat it? It's nothing more than that smell. Even instant noodles smell like braised beef. What's different?

when I came home during the summer vacation, I waited at the airport for two hours because of the heavy rain, and my stomach began to protest, so I had to drag my hungry body to feed at the airport. When I looked up, I saw the words "Beef Noodles". When I looked carefully, I saw two small words "Lanzhou" beside me.

I thought, isn't Lanzhou from Gansu? Instantaneous "Big Brother" kept shouting "Shaanxi beef noodles are the best" in the dormitory, and the voice swirled in his mind, like a mosquito buzzing in his ear on a summer night. I'm already hungry and I don't know how long the flight will be delayed, so let's eat beef noodles.

in my imagination, the beef noodles in Gansu, described by "Big Brother" with a strong voice and emotion, should be the kind where there are chunks of beef in the bowl, and the juice will flow out when you pinch it hard. The fresh flavor of the bitten beef is overflowing, and the gluten is full of teeth. The noodle soup is also mellow and sweet, which can capture the smell of beef and noodles.

unexpectedly, the bowl of beef noodles served was so clear that people had to suspect that there were a few drops of oil in the boiled water, and two thin slices of beef were soaked in the soup alone, with a few poor onions floating on the surface. Take a taste, the noodles are soft, the soup has no taste, but the smell of the huge beef seems to announce that it is not an impostor, and the hungry soul loses its appetite and goes away disappointed.

imaginary beef noodles

real beef noodles

Of course, I won't blame beef noodles. After all, the food in the airport is like the last multiple-choice question in the math exam, and it's all random.

when I went back to school, Big Brother heard that I didn't praise the peerless food in her heart, and he bounced out of bed angrily, "Wait! One day I will let you eat authentic beef noodles! " It's like pulling me to Gansu immediately and eating beef noodles for three days and nights.

it's still funny to think about it now, and it's a little cute in it.

I don't know why, when people talk about the specialties of their hometown and the food they have eaten since childhood, they always show a proud look inexplicably, as if these foods gave us some mysterious power at that moment, which made us have a kind of "I don't care! The food in our family is the best! " Confidence.

My friend Xiao Chen lives like an out-of-touch fairy on weekdays, speaks softly, eats slowly, and resolutely refuses to eat any unhealthy things such as frying.

It is such a person who sent me a bottle of "sour bamboo shoots" made by herself in a winter vacation, that is, she pickled the bamboo shoots in a pottery jar and let them ferment naturally to precipitate a natural sour taste. Chen repeatedly told me that I must eat well, not only with my stomach, but also with my heart.

I got this courier in the early morning. At seven o'clock in the morning, I was at a loss holding this big bottle of "sour bamboo shoots" at my door. What's more, the smell like some kind of biological excrement after opening the bottle was extremely frightening.

I sent a message to my classmate Chen: "Are you sending me special products or chemical weapons? I tasted one and couldn't swallow it at all! "

two minutes later, Chen's voice came like a bomber: "I tell you, we didn't eat this sour bamboo shoot directly, OK?" You should stir-fry with fire, put less oil, put more pepper, and add some minced meat, which is sour and spicy. It is absolutely no problem to eat two bowls! A whole pot will do if you say so! That's sour, I dare say you've never experienced it in your life! "

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from Mr. Chen, you can't imagine that Mr. Chen, who has never spoken loudly on weekdays, yelled at me for a bottle of special products, and his tone was firm, no doubt. As for the bottle of sour bamboo shoots, I ate it all in less than half a month according to classmate Chen's method.

I always laugh at them. When I yell at the delicious food in my hometown, I seem to have become the governor of this province. If I had spared no effort in my study, I am afraid I would have become a "top five" young man with excellent academic performance and positive attitude.

if you think about it carefully, am I not like this myself? Even I may be the most exaggerated one of all.

since I went to school in other places, I strongly ask my mother to send me "Ciba" every Qingming Festival. The Ciba in our place is not a limp glutinous rice cake, nor is it a mugwort cake in traditional food.

first, steam the glutinous rice, which must be grown naturally without chemical fertilizer. Then, put a large mass of hot glutinous rice on a stone pan and beat it with a mallet. Then, find out the dumplings, put the sesame and peanut stuffing mixed with stir-fried flavor, put a little sugar in it, and steam it in a steamer for a while.

it doesn't have the flavor of mugwort Baba, and it doesn't have the taste of "falling down" like ordinary glutinous rice cake. You can't care whether it is hot or not, but the sesame peanut stuffing wrapped in sugar juice dances in your mouth first.

among my female friends, those who have eaten Ciba all say that they want to marry us. To be honest, I have never seen this kind of Ciba anywhere except my hometown.

whenever a friend comes to my house to play, I will take out Ciba, which can be regarded as my highest hospitality, or "forced Amway".

There's another interesting way to eat Ciba. String it on a bamboo stick, spread some oil on the surface, and bake it on an electric stove. When it's sizzling, pick it up and take it down. It's sweet and crunchy with a little waxy. I can't remember it any more. It's too cruel.

Original Ciba

"Interesting" Ciba

I watched my friend take the first bite with anticipation. It was strange that I especially wanted to get feedback from my friend. The excited and enthusiastic mood was like a child holding a perfect score paper for his parents to sign, and it was urgent to get recognition.

"What's up?"

"Oh, my God, this is a delicious foul!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, right? Am I right?"

"You didn't do it. What are you happy about?"

Why am I so happy?

I don't know. I just think it would be a very happy thing if I could share my hometown food with my friends.

sometimes food is delicious, not only because of the food itself, but also because there are unique memories in this taste.

Life is too big a word, all-encompassing, bittersweet. As soon as the word "fireworks" comes out, the slightly melodramatic color that comes with it is thrown away, and the rest seems to be full of deep affection, a deep attachment, and an inescapable sinking.

You're going to travel around the world. You're going to enjoy yourself in the red dust. You're eager for chance encounters and adventures. You have to find a chance to praise your mother's cooking.

You know, everyone's taste experience is very private, and everyone's memory is even more private.

If someone is willing to share this "privacy" with you, I'm afraid this friendship can be regarded as real "intimacy".

If you have any, please cherish such friends, and remember to share your favorite hometown food with them eagerly.