At that time, going to a restaurant for dinner was just like buying a new Apple mobile phone for a small employee with a monthly salary of 3,000. Fortunately, at that time, there was no camera equipment with friends in Weibo. Otherwise, photos of eating in a restaurant would be filled with a few light sentences on your mobile phone screen. No, there was no mobile phone and no screen at that time.
This thing, Beijing Roast Duck, actually belongs to Nanjing. The day before yesterday in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di went to Beijing to get rid of his nephew, and when he became emperor himself, he brought Nanjing Roast Duck to Beijing, becoming a Beijing dish and a world-famous China cuisine. I heard that there are many factions of Roast Duck, some of which use oil to stretch the skin, others use water to stretch the skin, and I don't know whether it is true or not. Think about it, too. It's hard enough for this duck to travel thousands of miles from the warm boundary of Nanjing to the natural air drying field of Beijing. In the past, only oil was used for water.
It is said that the best noodle sauce for roast duck is Huai Mao's noodle sauce in Baoding. Because the transportation is too expensive, I used Liubiju's yellow sauce in Beijing. Before cooking, I liked to use noodle sauce. The big oil sauce was delicious with chicken and shrimp, and even celery and chrysanthemum were very tasty. Later, I asked myself to eat less oil and salt, and that's all.
As far as I can remember, eating roast duck seems to be junior high school. At that time, there were three roast duck restaurants in Baoding. One was particularly poor in hygiene, and the ground was sticky with shoes. One was in a far suburb. Of course, now that place is the existence of CBD, and the other one is on May 4th Road. This is a state-owned Quanjude, with wooden decoration and big glass doors. The style is good and expensive. At that age, I still wanted a set of books, but I didn't open my mouth.
Not loving to express one's demands is the death point. Many times, I won't refuse. Probably in the summer vacation after graduating from elementary school, I saw an encyclopedia at my classmate's house and liked it so much that I went to Xinhua Bookstore every weekend to read it. However, the book was a set of four, which was plastic-sealed, big and heavy, so I had to touch it.
Until the first day, one weekend, I went shopping with my parents, and when I passed by the Governor's Office, I saw a tricycle full of that book, without plastic packaging. Now I think it may be piracy, but I still want to say that the quality of piracy at that time was really good.
I really couldn't control it at that time, so I ran over and opened the book for the second time, the red one about humanities. Naturally, my parents followed me from behind, asked the price, 100 yuan a set, and asked me if I wanted it. I said no, I really didn't want it. My parents discussed it and bought it for me, but I went shopping first. It was too heavy to carry this book on my back. After a while, my parents went shopping and I walked home with four books. Later, my mother regretted why I had to go home by myself, but what I thought was.
That book is still there, much thicker, but it is no longer turned over.
Once after dinner at home, my mother chatted that a certain colleague took his son to eat roast duck, and when he came back, he told her that it was particularly delicious. My father began to talk about his experience of eating roast duck, how to get sauce, how to roll cakes, what side dishes and condiments he had. I was full of eyes. I knew that I had eaten roast duck when I was a child, and I didn't know until I was told at that dinner table.
A few days later, my father was on the night shift, and the meal every night was no longer fancy noodles. One night, my mother came home and took me out instead of cooking.
Taking a taxi was a luxury at that time. I remember that in the winter of SARS, there was a snowstorm, and my family gave me 10 yuan to take a taxi to school. I didn't want to go to school. I had already finished a class, and then after class, I listened to one classmate shouting how bad it was to take a taxi in the morning. Another classmate shouted that my father had sent me. The road was so difficult. I grabbed the 10 yuan, but I couldn't remember it anymore. Later, that 10 yuan bought a book, which was for a girl who liked it, but she was too shy to talk about it, and finally she didn't send it out. Now that she is married, the book has disappeared.
Mom called a taxi, not a bread taxi, but a sedan with a small Xiali. At that time, taxis were priced at different prices, and the cheapest one was noodles. Then Xiali, then Santana, I heard that there were nobles and Crown Cars for rent, but I only saw them at the gate of Yanzhao Hotel, but I didn't see them running on the road. Xiali car has surprised me. My mother let me sit in the front row and told the driver to go to Quanjude.
I can't remember my state at that time at all, except that when I got off the bus, my mother took me into the restaurant, broke the wooden threshold, entered the glass door and led me to the second floor.
On the second floor, except for us, there was a table of guests, two people, dressed in black suits, with things like cell phones flashing blue light, so they didn't dare to look at other people's tables.
Sit down, dark red table and chair tablecloth.
A la carte, a heavy leather menu.
Roast duck, 158 yuan set.
I got up to leave, and my mother ordered roast duck.
At that time, a set of roast duck was not like asking questions now. Everything was served. By default, the duck rack was half pepper and half salt to make soup. It was definitely your duck rack. The soup was divided into two parts, one was pure soup, and there was an ancient duck noodle soup, white soup and white noodles, with a touch of chopped green onion. At that time, shallots were hard to buy, just like crystal dishes in previous years and the nine-story tower of French parsley now, most of them were for hotels.
There was nothing in the process of eating. Master's knife was flying with a duck. I watched it carefully. I ate a mouthful of incense, but I didn't know that I was stained with sugar. The same amount of duck meat, shredded onion and melon strips were evenly distributed to all spring cakes. I was so happy that my face was shiny.
The result is beyond doubt. My mother and I ate a whole duck, all the duck racks (including duck racks in duck rack soup), all the soup and all the noodles, and the waiters looked silly.
Mom eats less and I eat more.
I don't remember how I went back that day, even forgetting the season and whether there are stars in the sky.
Later, my father also took me to eat roast duck, but I just didn't remember it so clearly. Maybe I could eat casserole.
Then I went to Beijing to go to school. Once, my classmates organized me to go together, and each person had 200 yuan. I ate authentic Beijing Cheap Square roast duck to take out a sports club. I didn't dare to stay out at night and go to the nightclub. The most important thing was that it was too expensive, so I didn't go. Later, I regretted it. It seems that I must get a card in the future.
The only time I ate roast duck in Beijing was when my parents visited me at the Beijing school, and then the family ate roast duck at the Da Ya Li Hotel near the school. The service was slow, the duck was unpalatable, and the waiter had a bad attitude. That was the first time I ate lobster, so I ordered one for me. I don't remember how much it cost, but the shrimp was bitter. Maybe that's the taste of lobster? I ate it all.
In recent years, I seldom go out to eat, and I cook at home. I haven't been married for a long time, and my parents are also very anxious. Sometimes I can't eat some meat and eggs because of physical reasons, but I can't eat them earlier, so I'm not allowed to eat them now. But sometimes I will go to eat roast duck once, and my parents will certainly remember what happened at that time. Sometimes I will sigh, and when I talk about the emotional place, I want to squeeze a tear, and I will get a mental derangement.
That is, in the past two years, sometimes when my parents are not at home, I secretly buy half a roast duck on the roadside stall, fry a bag of fried cakes and Korean side dishes, open beer and white wine at home, and deliberately get drunk, and then find an old TV series like "The Legend of Wulin" on the Internet while eating at the loudest, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, and sometimes yelling, knowing that it is unhealthy to eat.
I haven't eaten roast duck for a long time, and I'm losing weight recently. For the sake of the annual goal, I couldn't help but look at the chicken soup with poison in my heart, and immediately I didn't want to eat oil, salt, sugar and wine, which was quite useful.
But recently, negative energy has exploded, and it is getting worse and worse. I can't stop the car. Sometimes I can't control myself and it will break out.
Don't you eat meat, which will make people feel bad? It seems that monks are really not so easy to be.
It seems that I have to plan a roast duck for myself, one person, a bunch of fried skewers, beer and white wine and strong tea to sober up.
It seems that it's time to find an episode of "Big Dyeing Workshop" at the right time, with the roast duck on the roadside stall.
Sort out what you want, what you want and what you can do.
Then tell yourself that you can't always think about it.