The food stalls where hippies used to fight

we felt within reach

Now they are far away from us

because of the rise of high-rise buildings

I'm afraid it's out of reach

A 28-bar is carrying an old yellow wooden box with Matou brand popsicles wrapped in colorful quilts.

The shouts of "Horsehead Popsicle-Popsicle Horsehead" are endless, followed by a large group of us who are swallowing water.

At that time, in the summer, a horse's head card of 5 cents was already the biggest reward. Sitting on the creaking rattan chair, licking the dripping popsicle because I can't bear to eat it, I feel flattered.

In the memory of breakfast time, the phrase "A Yao Spicy Oil" is the most tacit greeting from the old Nanjing people.

Nanjing people's preference for a small bowl of wonton is just like today's young people's obsession with McDonald's second half-price ice cream.

The burning burnt smell of wood, the clear skin is wrapped with meat stuffing the size of broad beans, and it wanders in the soup with finely chopped green onion.

if you add a poached egg, you will be happy all day. The so-called "drinking wonton" means this kind of wonton.

At that time, there was no so-called "gutter oil", and there were no preservatives and additives.

In the era when the road was not so wide and the street was not so beautiful, we often saw a frying pan propped up by the roadside and an old woman frying radish cakes.

in those days, there was not so much stress, so we just started to grasp it when it was not so hot.

The oil chopping block eaten while it is hot has a crisp skin and a tender and slippery middle. The taste of radish dominates the whole mouth, making up for the regret that many people didn't have snacks in childhood.

As soon as we heard the sound of "clang clang clang" when we were young, we knew that the sugar blower was coming.

A group of friends ran out of the house in desperation, surrounded by candy blowers, admiring the lifelike pigs, monkeys, gourds, and Bai Longma ...

Friends who have no money usually rummage through their chests to find out a pile of useless plastic and toothpaste skins, or even squeeze out the unused toothpaste at home and exchange it for candy people.

When I was a child, the sugar man was good-looking and delicious, and the master who was a sugar man became an idol in my heart.

A peddler, carrying a basket, shaking a rattle and peddling maltose in the streets.

that long tone was the most worrying thing in childhood. A large piece of maltose makes people taste delicious, so they often hold the skirts of adults, and they will get a small bag of maltose for a while.

This milky maltose will melt after a long time, so I often digest a bag of sugar with a tangled and dark mind. It's just that every time I finish eating, my hands will inevitably become sticky.

Even if the back molar is almost chewed off, my cheeks are tired and still full of sweetness.

when I was a child, I liked to drag a prickly heat to eat, eat and eat, thinking that I could keep eating, and it would be fine. If you have something to do, pull one. It's one meter delicious ~

That oily smell can't be rejected by children, nor can adults. Soak in porridge or soup ... it can be solved in one meal.

Name those delicious foods that you haven't forgotten so far

Let's reminisce together ~