Ever since my sister was almost in danger, my brother and sister have been strictly taken care of by my grandmother next door as soon as my parents went to work. Grandma's grandfather's surname is Jia, and we all call her Jia. I only remember eating well at my grandmother's house, but all I can think about now is my grandmother's house

Forgive us, we are definitely not a popular foodie now. At that time, living materials were scarce. Although the military factory belongs to the national key care, it can only be regarded as the basic guarantee. Although I can say that I have tasted all the delicious food in Shanxi at my grandmother's house: Daoxiao Noodles, Youmian, Daoxiao Noodles, Fish Noodles, etc., I still have the impression that there are two things that are very fragrant, and I haven't tasted that kind of taste since I left 54 1.

The first kind is fried broad beans with salt and pepper.

I remember grandma's house next door had a fat head and a big bald head. He is the chef in the canteen of our factory. In my impression, he used to be a chef in a hotel in Taiyuan, and he contributed his strength to the national defense construction of our factory.

At that time, I remember eating rapeseed oil (the ration of each family was 1+2 at that time). My neighbor grandpa Jia's trick is to stir-fry broad beans with limited oil. Broad beans are grown at home, which is relatively enough to coax children. ) Sprinkle salt and pepper, and the whole number 5 1 can smell the fragrance.

Whenever I'm naughty, my grandmother will take out a few Kong Yiji-like ones (which I later recall, which is a bit blasphemous to her image) and say, "There isn't much ..." "Eat slowly ..." "Don't catch ..." Every time I get broad beans, my grandmother will tiptoe behind me, "Don't run!

The second delicious food is noodles. Every time I make noodles, it's like a festival for me. The boiling cauldron is boiling with water (my parents always told me to stay away from the cauldron in case I fell into it). Grandma's uncle will shout "hey, hey, hey, hey" with bare arms, and then press sorghum noodles and corn noodles into vermicelli. I will knock around the pot with bowls and chopsticks (this bad habit should be intentional, and my mother calls me a beggar).

When the noodles are scooped up and put into a bowl, sprinkle some salt, vinegar and chopped green onion (many years later, it is said that there are more authentic vegetables and seasonings, but the taste is far worse than when I was a child), and then eat a big bowl of squeaky noodles. In retrospect, it should be like pig eight quit eating ginseng fruit. I should have no taste when I eat the first bowl.

Finally, I really admire my appetite. If I don't eat three bowls of noodles, I won't finish them until I'm full.