i was my mistake

Zhao Jinyu's eyes fell on the 'sweet and sour shrimp', the price is only three yuan.

Although she was old, the fat grandma with black hair brought three glasses of water and put them in front of them.

Zhao Jinyu picked it up and took a sip, tilting his head in surprise and surprise: "Water is also sweet?"

"Because it's a sweet restaurant." The old lady smiled cheerfully, "Sweet is good, it will make people happy and happy."

"But you will develop tooth decay, and you will also suffer from chronic diseases..." Ye Chen couldn't help muttering softly, resting his cheeks.

"But if there is no happiness in life, life is meaningless." She smiled and shook her head, "No matter what, you should eat something sweet every day."

"Sugar is a desire engraved in human DNA." Wan Qing smiled and looked at Zhao Jinyu, "I'll give you some today, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Jinyu wasn't polite about it either, "Then, this sweet and sour shrimp, and then -- what is the sugar rice cake?"

"The method can be steamed, fried, or put in soup. You can choose glutinous rice or rice cakes. For sugar, you can choose white sugar or brown sugar."

"It sounds like there are so many types." Zhao Jinyu seemed to be having a hard time choosing, "Mmm...how should I choose..."

"Steam the fried ones, let's have a portion of everything in the soup, and then...use glutinous rice for the steamed ones, and use brown sugar for the other rice cakes." Wan Qing suggested, although she only I have eaten it twice, but it is still more familiar than those who have never eaten it once.

"That's all right."

"Okay, sweet and sour shrimp is enough for the side dish?"

"What is this... candied sweet potato?"

"It's also sweet. It's wrapped in sugar and sweet potato inside, which is a bit glutinous."

"Then, another serving of this?"

"No problem, let's just have these, and order more if there is not enough food." When the old grandma laughed, there were not many wrinkles on her face. "You can't waste food."

"it is good……"

……

34. Cookies

It’s not really a dessert, but it’s awkward to say it’s a meal—after all, most people are more used to eating something salty during a meal.

Deep-fried rice cakes are coated with brown sugar, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

"Well, it really smells delicious just after frying..." Wan Qing nodded contentedly, her little regret was made up for at this moment.

When I came back many years later, this place has been demolished, and it has become a luxury to sit in a small shop and have a sweet dinner.

Even if you only put brown sugar or white sugar without adding other extra seasonings, it is far inferior to those exquisite cakes and snacks produced by industrial assembly lines later, but this pure taste can only be tasted in this era.

Even if it is exactly the same thing, eating it ten or twenty years later will have a different feeling.

Rather than tasting rice cakes, it is better to say that she is tasting the years.

What Zhao Jinyu ate was steamed glutinous rice cakes, which looked very ordinary. There was a small bowl next to it, with white sugar on the left, brown sugar on the right, and sweet meat floss in the middle.

Whatever flavor you want to eat, just dip it.

You can even stretch the rice cakes very long like in Doraemon.

This brushed feeling is quite enjoyable.

Zhao Jinyu was very reserved, eating in small bites.

Ye Chen didn't eat too much because the girl was there.

On the other hand, Wan Qing behaved extra casually, and even stretched out the rice cake on purpose.

"Hmm!" The bouncy rice cake bounced back and hit the corner of her mouth, making her laugh a little embarrassedly, "The glutinous rice cake is quite delicious..."

"It's delicious when it's hot. In fact, it's not whole glutinous rice. Whole glutinous rice is too soft and chewy." The fat grandma said with a chuckle, and brought up their candied sweet potatoes.

This is a big iron basin full.

Yes, not dishes, but basins.

It's even enough to wash your face.

"Boss, are you...from the Northeast?"

"No, I'm a native of Jiangnan." The old lady's Mandarin is considered standard among the older generation, but she still has a strong southern accent.

It doesn't come from the north at first glance.

Wan Qing asked this question because she was surprised by the amount.

—more than I can remember.

This reminded her of the days when she was on a diet in S city.

I only eat a small bowl of rice every day, with soy sauce as a side dish, and I can’t even eat sugar. I am really greedy, so I pour the white sugar in the bag on the palm of my hand and lick it.

At that time, every time she saw that many people on the Internet had no worries about what to eat and what to use, and when someone sent fresh vegetables and fruits to their homes, the feeling that the poor and the rich were no longer the same species became stronger.

The three words "open to eat" are heavy and fall straight to the bottom of Wan Qing's heart.

Every good thing is hard to come by.

Only those who have experienced it will understand.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Zhao Jinyu took one from the big plate of sweet and sour shrimp and put it on top of the white glutinous rice cakes in the bowl. In the busy lady boss.

"Oh? Me? This is a small cookie, fried and eaten, thin and crunchy."

It can be seen that the proprietress is indeed a good eater, and her chubby face proves how many delicious things she has eaten.

"Cookies?"

"It's pancakes, stuffed with brown sugar or white sugar, flattened and fried for a while, it's delicious and sweet, and can also be eaten as a snack." She rubbed the dough in her hand and smiled kindly, "Wait for me It’s ready for you guys to try? It’s delicious.”

"How much is it?" Ye Chen asked this first.

"Oh, it doesn't cost money, just taste it, if you like it, order it next time you come."

"I only need half and half, otherwise I'll be too full..." Zhao Jinyu said with some embarrassment, and took a light bite of the deep-fried rice cake.

Wan Qing was drinking sweet rice cake soup.

Inside is brown sugar, and an egg is beaten into it - it maintains a rough shape, and the egg yolk is not yet solidified, but it won't leak everywhere just by poking it lightly.

The rice cake in the rice cake soup is not a whole piece, but a small piece.

Each piece is irregular, it looks like the leftovers of the broken rice cake.

But the taste is not bad, a little better than that kind of small glutinous rice balls. There are two kinds of glutinous rice and rice, one is slightly soft, and the other is slightly hard. The taste is very layered.

Hot oil was bubbling in the frying pan in the kitchen, and a thin cookie was put down. The grandmother didn’t use chopsticks, so she just spread the cake with her hands like this, smoothing the rolled up corners, without any trouble. After a while, it was turned over, and the upward side was already golden and crisp.

"Come on, let's try it?" The old lady smiled and put the freshly fried cookie on a plate and brought it up, then took out a knife and divided it into three equal pieces.

Syrup has already flowed out of it, and what was put in was pure white and flawless white granulated sugar, but the syrup that flowed out was a bit yellowish.

"Jinyu, you try?"

"Hmm - good." She slowly picked up one piece with her chopsticks, put it into the bowl first, then moved her small mouth over it, and took a light bite.

Cookies are simple to make, and the taste is naturally very simple.

To put it bluntly, it is crisp and sweet.

For modern people who pay more and more attention to less oil and less salt, this taste will make people feel greasy.

But you must know that this cookie, as well as all the dishes in this store, were for ordinary people to eat ten or even decades ago.

In the era of scarce resources, even a bag of sugar is a good thing.

Such sweet shortbread, of course, can make people feel full of happiness.

"Ye Chen, the syrup is running down your chin." Wan Qing gave him a sideways look helplessly.

"Ah? Oh oh..."

"Don't rub it with your hands, it will make it sticky."

"It's okay, you can go to the kitchen to wash your hands later." There was a sizzling sound of oil splashes in the kitchen, as well as the old woman's kind laughter.

Zhao Jinyu was the fastest to eat.

Her appetite is smaller than Wan Qing's, obviously from the perspective of her figure, the latter is the petite one.

"Hurp." Wan Qing put a sweet and sour shrimp into her mouth, and burped sweetly, "Ye Chen, I'll leave the rest to you, take care of it."

"Huh? I'm almost there too..."

"Can't waste knowing no."

"Then why don't you eat it yourself?"

"I can't eat it."

"Then I can't stop eating..."

"You put on less." Wan Qing patted the back of his head lightly, "I don't know how big your appetite is?"

After all, it was because I ate too much and didn't exercise that I gained weight all the way to 180 catties like blowing up a balloon.

As someone who has experienced it, Wan Qing knows better than Ye Chen.

"Yes, yes, I'll be in charge of cleaning up—" Ye Chen reluctantly drank a big mouthful of sweet soup, "Don't blame me when you get fat, it's you who asked me to eat."

"It's not so easy to gain weight just by eating. If it doesn't work, then go to morning exercises every day."

"I think driving you to school every day is considered morning exercise..."

"That amount of exercise is not good enough."

Ye Chen looked at her with drooping eyelids: "Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself..."

"Snapped!"

What responded to him was another 'attack' on the back of the head.

"eat fast!"

……

When he came out of the store, night had completely fallen.

The black-covered boat was still parked by the pier, bobbing up and down with the dark river water in the night.

There are no street lights here, and the outline of the road can only be seen clearly by the light found in the surrounding houses.

With a bit of bleak evening wind blowing in front of her face, a few strands of long hair hanging down Wan Qing's temples were blown.

The sound of cooking is much less, but you can hear the sound of a lot of pots and pans colliding - often accompanied by a sound of water.

That's when people who have finished their meal are cleaning up the dishes.

Wan Qing couldn't help raising her head, feeling the breath of life.

She saw a mother holding a clothes pole in a room and whipping her child vigorously. The scolding and crying could be heard clearly even if she was standing downstairs.

There were also couples who quarreled, and there was the sound of porcelain bowls being smashed.

And those beautiful things are hidden in these noises.

The alley is not quiet, but as soon as you walk out of the alley and enter the bustling market where there are many street stalls, you immediately feel like you have fallen into the world of mortals from a quiet paradise.

The hustle and bustle came to the ears from all directions, and standing still, it felt like being surrounded by crowds.

"It's so lively..." Wan Qing couldn't help but sigh, "It's much more lively than inside."

"Yeah, when I was walking on the street before, I didn't feel so lively."

"Wan Qing Wan Qing, there is a stall selling second-hand videotapes!"

"You are so excited, we don't have a video projector at home."

"By the way, buy another projector?"

"I'll be eliminated in two years." She made an excuse for not wanting to spend money.

"It can be used for at least two years!"

"Waste of money," she finally told the truth.