After more than an hour's running, we finally returned to my hometown, huilong town, Zhongjiang County, last night. It was already past 1 1 at night. We fell asleep when we arrived. There is no snoring at night and no noisy children. We finally got a rare sleep. I got up in the morning and finally had a decent breakfast.
After breakfast, my brother and I went to the first floor to take out our long-lost books and do our homework. As I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time, my heart is full of curiosity. No sooner had I done a problem than I sneaked out to go shopping. Our town is divided into skating rink and leisure party. In case of accidental amusement, almost all the people in the town will come to the town to do business, so people come and go in the street, which is very lively. If there are icebreakers, people will go to another nearby town to do business, or do housework or farm at home, so the streets will be much quieter.
Today happens to be a leisure occasion, and the street has long been very lively: selling vegetables, shoes and meat ... the long stalls are simply a dragon. Shouts one after another, a higher bargaining voice, brought a lot of vitality to the town.
There are countless people selling snacks, among which Li Hu and Changsha attract me the most. I really can't control my gluttony, so I went home to get some money and bought a Li Hu. How can that potato be called "spicy"? Two spoonfuls of red pepper noodles and whisked potatoes suddenly turned red. My brother and I inserted one with a toothpick and chewed it in our mouth. Wow, it's so spicy! Nevertheless, my brother and I competed to finish the Li Hu. We stuck out our red tongues and kept shouting "Shuang".
After a while, I couldn't control my mouth again, so I invited my brother to dinner. Worm is a unique snack in Zhongjiang. Although there are decent spring rolls in big cities, the taste is not as good as that of hometown. I took out a dollar, and my aunt quickly wrapped it up for me: a paper-thin skin, a fried peanut, a fried soybean or two, a few salt kohlrabi, a few onions, a little cooked pepper, and a deadly "chong" (I heard it was made of budding flower tips and tasted like mustard oil sold in the city). In the blink of an eye, my aunt packed one. Oh, that feeling is really cool. My nasal congestion has been cleaned. I ate four at a time, and my brother was worse. He ate eight in a row.
At noon, my aunt warmly asked us to go upstairs for lunch. "What is this? What is it made of? How did you do that? Is it delicious? " Looking at a big pot of flat cake on the table, I kept asking questions. "You try!" My aunt seems to have answered irrelevant questions. I couldn't wait for the whole family to arrive, so I took out one and took a hard bite. "Wow, it's delicious!" "I can't help sighing." This is made of wheat bran powder, with sugar in the middle, and then fried in an oil pan. Eat slowly, and be careful of burns! "My aunt saw me eating so happily, which is the only explanation I have given. This pancake is so delicious that I ate four in a blink of an eye. When I was going to get the fifth one, my parents stopped me for fear that I would be full. How disappointing!
The food in my hometown is really varied and knowledgeable. I will go back to Mianyang tomorrow, but I am really happy!