The composition of the old man selling sugar 1 is sweet and thick, and only stays in the alley of that hometown.
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The spring breeze blew on my cheek, and I was still looking for delicious food in this Chongqing hutong! "Sugar man, sugar man!" "Selling Chongqing noodles is delicious!" And I just chose the store that sells sugar people, because that store doesn't boast, and it's loud, and I haven't forgotten it so far!
The facade of that shop faces south, opposite which is an ancient willow tree. Miss chun is also in no hurry. She carefully "urged" the willows to blossom, and peach blossoms fell from time to time on the peach trees next to the shop. If you are lucky, you can also taste the peach blossom petal sugar man!
His hands are different from others'. Although his hands are rough and heavy, his movements are particularly skillful, light and elegant, and he is still so picky. If you add too much sugar, you can't lose it.
I forgot to bring money that time. I was just hungry. What should I do?
I went to see the grandfather, who looked serious and embarrassed. I said shyly, "Grandpa … I … didn't …".
Grandpa said, "You have no money. Do you want to eat candy? "
I said, "Yes, it doesn't matter. I know there is no such thing. I'll bring ten dollars to buy it next time. "
"I never raise the price, two yuan each." Grandpa said, I'm surprised.
Grandpa looked at my expression and said, "Really, for your sincerity's sake, let me treat you to one!" " "Suddenly, a warm current welled up in my mind!
The spring breeze came again, and I looked at his hand. ...
One day I went out to play. On the way, I saw an old man selling sugar. The old man was surrounded by people, so I managed to squeeze in.
Only then did I see a car parked in the crowd. There is a small coal stove in the car. There is a palm-sized pot on the stove, and the syrup in the pot is boiling. There is a sparkling marble on the right side of the small pot, which is very beautiful. I saw the old man pick up the spoon and pour a little syrup on the marble surface. After a while, a chicken appeared on the marble surface, and the onlookers said, "Is this a turkey?" Grandpa scooped another spoonful of syrup and took a deep breath, as if to make a big move. At this moment, grandpa waved his hand, and the syrup poured down like ink painting, only to see a long phoenix tail perfectly connected to the chicken that people just thought, in one go. Then, grandpa carefully dipped a little syrup and stuck the phoenix on the bamboo stick. He carefully connected the patterns with a small iron piece, and he gave a long sigh.
Ah! So the phoenix has spread its wings! At this time, grandpa shouted:' Phoenix spreads its wings, fifteen dollars.' People hold it above their heads to pay for it.