My family is in southern Shanxi. For us, pasta is just like rice in the south. It is the host on the table or an indispensable emotional support for the taste buds.
Among all kinds of pasta, I have a special liking for knife-cut noodles, which is still in the memory cells of my taste buds. The noodles are simple but contain the wisdom of life. They taste like childhood, and happiness is always accompanied by the strong fragrance.
My relationship with noodles may have been truly cultivated during my student days...
The meals in school at that time were always lacking in oil and salt, which made people feel uneasy. What's missing? Just like the jingle: "H2o boils potatoes, and adds a pinch of Nacl." Every time I go out on the street and smell the fragrance wafting from the restaurants on the street, I always want to reward my aggrieved skin and make some toothpaste, but seeing how little money I have, I linger outside the shop for a long time, comforting myself from time to time: "No matter how poor you are, You can't be too hungry." He walked in unexpectedly, but he didn't have enough confidence to shout: "Boss, let's have a bowl of shaved noodles!" This may not reflect the enthusiasm of the restaurant owner. There is no way, the living expenses provided by my family are always limited. Unplanned expenses can only be carried out quietly, how dare you expect to eat and drink extravagantly. Sliced ??noodles may be the darling of the hard-working student days, and are favored by poor students like us.
The boss looked at me blankly, recovered from panic, put a sweat towel on his shoulder, and shouted: "Okay!"
A bowl of shaved noodles , is already a delicious meal on the tip of the tongue. Not only is it a kind of appreciation to eat, but it is also a kind of enjoyment to watch the noodles being made. It can be described as pleasing to the eye. (Article reading website: www.sanwen.net)
Look, the noodle-slicing master holds the knife horizontally with his right hand and holds the noodles with his left hand. He lifts the lid of the steaming pot and faces the soup pot, thump, thump, thump, One knife at a time, swung up and down dexterously, like flying butterfly wings. The knife almost grazed the finger, but never cut it. The shining edge of the knife swallowed pink and white jade pieces, and the shaved noodle leaves The leaves, one after another, are like shooting stars catching up with the moon, drawing an arc-shaped white line in the sky. The noodle leaves fall into the soup pot, and the soup rolls over. It is also like a silver fish playing in the water, jumping over, splashing jade, and crystal water falling. When he got to the edge of the pot, he rolled back into the pot with a huff and a cry. In the blink of an eye, the boiling water was calmed down. This scene at this time is just like what is said in the poem describing knife-cut noodles in the shop: "One stick falls from the pot, another floats, one leaves the hand and another knife comes out, as far away as a hosta falling from the sky, similar to the treetops under the willow leaves."
Suddenly, a burst of bubbles came up, disturbing their play. The noodles that were playing around just now disappeared. Only the mist of white mist rose again, and white dragons ran out from nowhere. , they all have unique skills, some can conquer mountains and rivers; some can overturn rivers and seas; and some can fly in the clouds and mists, looking very arrogant. I could vaguely see the beard of a dragon... Just when these white stripes are running wild in the waves, a big Dip the spoon into the pot and catch them all.
The seasonings of shaved noodles (commonly known as "toppings" or "mixing") are also diverse, including tomato sauce, meat fried sauce, mutton soup, shredded beef, golden needles, fungus, egg brine, etc., and Paired with seasonal fresh vegetables, such as shredded cucumbers, chive flowers, mung bean sprouts, boiled soybeans, minced green garlic, chili noodles, etc., and then drizzled with some Shanxi mature vinegar, it can be said to be a beautiful and delicious meal, which can be enjoyed by the taste and soul. The comfort and happiness arise spontaneously.
The whitebait fell into the water and turned over the white waves, and the willow leaves flew down the treetops in the wind. After a short while, a bowl of fragrant shaved noodles was placed in front of me. The white, tender and smooth noodles were soaked in the beige soup, with green vegetables floating on top, accompanied by various seasonings, and a spoonful of spicy and delicious noodles. Shredded beef looks so mouth-watering! I really can’t hold it any longer, the usual gentleness has turned into gobbling...
The shaved noodles are happy and carefree in the boiling water, and the little waves splashing tell a beautiful legend: According to legend, when Mongolia After the Han people invaded the Central Plains, in order to prevent the Han people from uprising, all metal utensils from every household were confiscated, and it was stipulated that every ten households could only use one kitchen knife, and they took turns using it when cutting vegetables and cooking. One day at noon, an old man wanted to take a knife to make noodles. Unexpectedly, the knife had been taken away by someone else. On the way home, the old man saw a piece of thin iron sheet, so he picked it up and put it in his arms. After returning home, the old man took out the iron sheet and cut it with this! He put the kneaded dough on a wooden board and held it with his left hand. He used the iron piece with his right hand to start peeling. The thin pieces of dough flew into the pot and kept rolling, and they were cooked quickly.
The old man took the noodles into a bowl and poured the marinade on them. While eating, he said, "It's very good. It's very good. You don't have to queue up to get a kitchen knife anymore. Just use this iron slice to slice it." Because every family doesn't have one. Kitchen knives, so this method of cutting noodles spreads very quickly, reaching Niangziguan in the east, the Yellow River in the west, Fenglingdu in the south, and Yanmenguan in the north. The fragrance of knife-cut noodles is spread throughout the land of Sanjin, and it is famous overseas, making people obediently surrender. For Chinese food... what dances on the tip of my tongue is not only the rare or ordinary, delicious or aftertasteful noodles, but also the loess culture that makes all Jin people proud, and also the gratitude for the most selfless gift of Mother Nature...
For everyone who has left their homeland, the tongue is always a thermometer of homesickness. You may be able to force your mind to forget everything about your hometown, but your tongue and stomach will always miss her taste unyieldingly... This is completely unstoppable. I am grateful because I cherish it, and I am happy because I am grateful. Sliced ??noodles make my heart feel so full. It's just on the tip of the tongue, and it's in the heart, so we can hardly tell which one is the taste and which one is the feeling. Now that life is better, I go to eat noodles every now and then. But I will always forget the noodles I made when I was a student, and the taste of my hometown on the tip of my tongue...