I often think about a certain kind of food, this kind of thought is like wine, in the precipitation of the years, it seems to be long-lasting flavor, more long can not be forgotten.
I can still remember to this day -
One afternoon near the entrance exam, the back table brought us back a few cups of milk tea from off-campus, and since there wasn't enough to share, we took a lot of small cups, poured some into each, and then drank it all down in the midst of talking and laughing. That was the first time I drank it - Mango Ole, and its name has been burned into my mind ever since.
In the winter vacation of my freshman year of college one night, in Changsha, the lobster restaurant, and the college entrance examination after a long time not to see the friends, wearing an apron gloves together to eat crayfish, in that cold winter, a red hot lobster belly, and then with a small tile jar with lard bibimbap and stinky tofu, the face is red, the flavor of happiness.
On one occasion when there were no classes for four consecutive days, I embarked on a train to Guangzhou alone, walking the streets of the city with my friends and trying all kinds of local Cantonese food. The first time I ate authentic double-skinned milk, because just out of the pot, still with a little warm, melt-in-your-mouth creamy, and friends you a spoon, I a spoon, eat a good time. After more than an hour of row, bought two cups of tea, strong cheese with sweet juice, every sip is so on the head.
In the summer vacation to Shanghai internship, nine o'clock only after work, we are home near the lobster restaurant to eat a late-night snack, a large plate of lobster and a variety of small skewers, taste buds stimulation so that we temporarily forget the work of the annoyance, like layers of dense clouds, cut a hole. It's been a long, long time since I've enjoyed a meal with such ease and joy. It rained heavily on the way home, and we were singing in the rain, in the dark, and in the wrong neighborhood. But we were so happy then.
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There are many, many more, KFC's tender beef five squares, Wu Crispy Sang's puffs, Mr. Bao's meat fluffy baby shells, Jetty's duck paws, Zhou Hei Duck's duck tongues, and even the school's East Gate's grilled cold noodles and snail noodles ......
p> Later, in the sudden nostalgia in the memory of the delicious, also will be for a cup of mango oleander deliberately go around a long way; in order to buy the absolute flavor from this end of the city to the other end; in order to a limited number of listed tender beef five square after class to run to the city ...
However, the painstakingly revisited the delicious, but seems to be no longer back in the year of the same kind of move to the delight of the people.
I comfort myself in my heart, mango oleander is no longer good because the season is not right; Jetty is no longer good because the store is a pirated version; tender beef five square is no longer amazing because of the quality control problem ......
However, how can I comfort myself, in fact, I know in my heart, the reason why I once on those food I'm not just because of their taste, but more nostalgic, nostalgic for those people at that time, those things, that kind of eating food together brings happiness and pleasure...
Perhaps in a lazy afternoon, just woke up, I will suddenly receive a message from an old friend: "Long time no see, have time to come out together! I'm not going to be able to do that.
At that moment, the corners of my mouth must be up.
They are the first to be able to do so.