A 550-word essay on eating Malatang. I love eating Malatang very much, just because it is a snack, something you can eat on the street, and you can eat it without any scruples, without caring about other people's opinions.

Walking on the roadside, I looked on both sides from time to time. It was very cold. I put my head in the collar of my turtleneck sweater, put my hands in my sleeves, and carried a heavy schoolbag. I kept saying it was so cold!

A small shop called Red Mala Malatang caught my eye. I thought to myself, what a rustic name. However, when I saw the heat and aroma coming from inside, I couldn't help but walked in and touched my pocket.

I paid 2 yuan, but I still sat down.

"I want 10 Malatang sticks." "Right away" I ate the Malatang, and a stream of heat came up from my body. I felt so comfortable. After I finished eating, maybe I was too anxious to go home, so I forgot to pay.

I was about to walk out. Suddenly, a little girl held my hand and then let go. At this time, I saw a small note in my hand, which read: "Hello, sister,

Please go to the money jar at the door and pay." Suddenly, I felt a warm feeling, even warmer than eating Malatang. It turns out that this is the charm of this small Malatang shop. Its charm is not only

It was the aroma and heat coming out, but it was the little money jar, the moment that moved me.

I put 2 yuan into the money jar, and suddenly I found that there were no surprised looks. It seemed that this was really an old customer!

Just as I was thinking this, I saw it written on the table, dear customers, please pay in the money jar at the door.

Looking at the back of the little man delivering spicy soup, I couldn't help but feel the steaming warmth and happiness again. This warmth moved and warmed my cold words, making me feel that the world is warm!

Friends, do you feel it?

A 550-word essay about eating Malatang 2. Winter is here, and people always like to eat hot pot.

Hot pot is a bit of a luxury for students. They can’t eat it often and don’t have the time.

But Malatang is different. Vegetarian lovers can enjoy a rich meal for only 5 yuan.

If you like meat, you can enjoy it for less than 15 yuan.

As the name suggests, Malatang is spicy, spicy and hot food.

Since it is numb, Sichuan peppercorns are indispensable; and since it is spicy, it cannot be without peppers.

It seems a bit similar to our country's Sichuan cuisine.

In a shop of about twenty square meters, about ten students often gather.

They exchange popular animation and music with each other.

What comes out of this humble shop is always the most interesting language.

There are several couples of men and women sitting together, sharing a bowl of "bright red" together. Do you think they are lovers?

? no!

Then why is this?

No reason!

They like it.

Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of being looked down upon and ask a few questions, and the answer they get is: "This is how you eat spicy hotpot." A 550-word essay about eating spicy hotpot.

Well, that’s how you should eat it.

If you want to eat steak, go to a Western restaurant. If you want to eat burgers, go to a fast food restaurant.

The spicy soup must be eaten in a small shop. Want to refute?

Can.

Isn’t it enough to buy a bowl, pack it up, and take it to McDonald’s?

Take it to Starbucks and sit there. Can you still suck the noodles "unscrupulously" and grab large chunks of bean paste from your friend's bowl and "gobble it down"?

No more.

In that case, is it still like eating Malatang?

This is why Malatang shops are always open near schools and residential buildings.

No matter when, the taste of Malatang is always so warm and cozy.

It's like a deep friendship with classmates.

In the early morning, just after 6 o'clock, the Malatang shop at the campus entrance was already crowded with people, chatting and laughing students, the tranquility of the morning, the cold wind in winter and the warm heat.

Things that seemed out of place were now combined as if they were a beautiful ink painting, using plain colors to interpret a story that only belongs to students.

Really, there are too many students’ stories recorded in every shop, and I don’t know why I especially want to write about it today.

And I am a person who frequents spicy soup shops.

There, too, is my story.

When you are free one day, why not go to a Malatang shop and listen to the stories of everyone there to see if they are similar to yourself.

A 550-word essay on eating Malatang. There are many snacks in my hometown: braised crayfish, five-spice snails, coriander beef noodles, and chicken pot? However, my favorite is Malatang.

There are many Malatang stalls in the streets and alleys, next to the vegetable markets.

There is a stove on a covered cart, and a large steel bucket is placed on the stove, with most of the bucket of soup in it, which is steaming hot.

There are dozens of dishes on the car, including meat and vegetables, for you to choose from.

There are two or three small tables and a dozen small stools next to the car.

If you are tired from walking, sit down for a while and taste a few of your favorite spicy hotpots, which will instantly refresh you.