Delicious Xiao Long Bao I often hear people say that Xiao Long Bao is delicious, but I have never tasted it and don’t know what it tastes like.

This afternoon, my parents took me to the Xiaolongbaozi shop to open my eyes and satisfy my taste.

I finally got what I wanted that day. Each xiaolongbao was white, with thin skin, and there seemed to be a bag of juice inside. The xiaolongbao was small and exquisite, shaped like a pagoda, translucent and strong, crystal clear yellow, and there was a burst of aroma on the top of the pagoda.

The wind blows everywhere and the shape is similar to a steamed bun. No wonder it is called Xiao Long Bao.

There are usually ten Xiao Long Bao in a basket, and each one is round and round like a small snowball, but there is an uneven place on it. Even before it came up, I was intoxicated by the aroma.

Like drunk.

I really want to eat the whole steamed dumplings in one bite.

A basket of steamed dumplings arrived, and I sat on a chair. The steamed steamed dumplings gave off a faint fragrance.

As soon as I smelled this aroma, I couldn't help but eat it.

As soon as he picked up a "little chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth, he started to resist.

My stomach was growling with hunger at this time, and I wanted to open my mouth wider and swallow four small steamed buns in one go.

So I picked up the steamed dumplings carefully with chopsticks. After taking a small bite, the juice rushed to my mouth like an army of thousands of horses.

I dipped it in some vinegar and put it into my mouth. The meat filling was soft and fluffy. As soon as I chewed it, the meat loosened up. It was so delicious. My mother said: "You should dip some vinegar into the dumplings before eating them."

, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat. The delicious essence of Xiao Long Bao is in the soup. I eat it the way my mother did. The soup is fresh, the skin is thin, and the meat is tender.

It's so delicious. Sure enough, I won't forget it until I eat it. The meat is very rich and delicious.

I still wanted to eat after eating, so I pestered my mother to buy another one. When the aunt brought it over with a smile, how could I let it go?

Zhu praised: "Beautiful!

It's so delicious.

"In the blink of an eye, I wiped him out again. He touched his bulging belly and added some food to his mouth. He was still having fun. How about it? Are you excited? Why don't you take action and go eat the Xiao Long Bao from your hometown? Oil

Fried stinky tofu is a unique local snack in Jiangnan in winter. When I was young, I would run to the street as soon as school was over. Of course, this was when I had a few dollars in my pocket.

Smell the aroma of fried stinky tofu. The owner of fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with completely white eyebrows and beard. He always carries a load. The load is actually a wooden box, and the stinky tofu is placed in the box in front.

, soy sauce, chili sauce and a stack of small plates, as well as a can with a few pairs of chopsticks in it. A small coal stove and a pot are placed in a box at the back. The old man always stands at the corner of the street, concentrating.

Fried stinky tofu. I have never heard his voice, but there are always many diners who come to look for the smell and stand in a circle in front of his little basket. His stinky tofu is very distinctive and looks dark at first glance.

Qiu is no different from other stinky tofu, but as soon as it is put into the pot and then taken out of the pot, it becomes golden and fragrant, coated with a layer of soy sauce or chili sauce (his chili sauce is homemade, bright red, and spicy)

, spicy and comforting), yellow, yellow and red, really good-looking. Take a bite carefully (because it is very hot), yellow on the outside, white on the inside, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, spicy ***, now you are not eating it but licking it with your tongue.

Swallow the roll down. The old man always only fry a few pieces at a time, and sell several fried pieces, so everyone who is waiting eats it alone, and most of the others eat the fried stinky tofu.

Women and children are really strange. Jiangnan women don't eat spicy food, but when they come to this load, they all become "hot girls". They have to apply a thick layer of chili sauce. At this time, women

No matter how polite he was, he kept eating until his lips were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he was sweating. The old man just kept saying: It’s so spicy that you shouldn’t eat too much, so he didn’t stop him.

I consumed a bottle of chili sauce every day. At that time, my father gave me 50 cents a month, and at least half of the money was donated to stinky tofu. A piece of stinky tofu cost a penny, and I could only calm down after eating one piece.

. Sometimes I didn’t plan to overspend, so I would restrain myself from running there, for fear of getting hooks in my eyes. However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped in front of the old man’s load, the old man would be surprised.

He always sees everything, as if he found out that I didn't have half a penny in my pocket, and would fry the crispest and tenderest piece with a smile and give it to me. I'm sorry to eat it for nothing. I'll wait until my father sends the money next month.

I immediately returned it to him, and the old man accepted it, but he made sure to fry an extra piece of stinky tofu for me. I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River for more than 20 years (although I have eaten it in other places).

I’ve also eaten fried stinky tofu in Jiangnan City, but the taste always seems to be a bit worse) It always appears in my dreams, along with that guy with a white beard and white eyebrows whose name I don’t even know.

Thin old man. Meat and bone porridge. I have only eaten meat and bone porridge once. It was a Sunday morning in the south of the Yangtze River. My always frugal aunt suddenly proposed to take me to eat meat and bone porridge.

I was flattered and followed her closely, fearing that she would suddenly change her mind.

Follow the bluestone road, pass through the bustling vegetable market, and turn into an alley.

I saw white mist coming from a small shop in the distance, and heard the sound of an iron spoon hitting the edge of a pot.

My aunt led me into this shop, which was already packed.