I heard that in the early years, the old steamed bun shop generally only sold breakfast and lunch. Every day at five or six o'clock before dawn, the hot air of the bun shop rises. A plate of steamed buns and a bowl of wontons are standard for breakfast.

The black word for wontons is called small stuffing, as the name suggests, it is made of leftover bun filling, one pack is folded, and then an egg is beaten.

If you want to eat it at noon, first come to the shaved meat with the bones and sticks left over from the broth, and then take the wonton soup stock before serving, like haggis soup, dipped in Sanhe oil and eat.

Two more plates of steamed buns that have just come out of the pot, and Lao Li'er will give a bowl of millet porridge. The hot stuffing of the bun drips on the porridge, and the chopsticks and the flute and the flute are sucked in a bite.

Steamed buns, wontons, bone-splitting meat, millet porridge, known as the four King Kongs of the bun shop. The combination is endless, the combination is ever-changing, and no matter how you eat it, the price is only a dozen. I just want to praise the beauty of socialism.

It is important to note that no matter what time of year, the bun shop must always see someone making buns. If not, then the rest of the pot may be steamed buns, which Tianjin people don't eat - what's the matter?

I have made my own steamed buns, I can go back to the pot to cook them when I have leftovers, but your store will give me your leftover buns, that's not good!

came to Chen Fool, the first to be on the same level as Goubuli. Although the consumption is now upgraded, there are still Häagen-Dazs sold at the door, but the unrenegade buns are still 10 yuan 6.

The clam buns and bean sprouts with fermented bean curd are the most distinctive, served with thick pumpkin and millet porridge, and the signature dish is fried chicken balls with shrimp with pepper and pepper.

Eat and drink enough, have nothing to do, you must go to the teahouse in the afternoon and listen to cross talk, this is the nest of quyi.

Nanshi has always been a mixed place, walking through the alleys and passing by the dilapidated People's Theater. Facing the locked gate, it is hard to imagine that it was originally the famous Xia Tianxian Tea Plantation.

In the old days, almost all the national dramas and Bangzi celebrities performed there. Later, it was converted into a people's theater, and then it was simply demolished.

When I came to Old China, the theater was not big, there should be two or three hundred seats, and the first two rows of seats should be spacious. Between the seats, there is a coffee table with a mug with a lid, and a little bit of ordinary flower tea in it. Underneath the coffee table is a kettle. The ticket price for the first two rows is 20 yuan, and the back is 10 yuan, and tea is provided.

In the early years, the women sang some tunes on stage to show their color skills to the patrons in the audience. Those who were bound to their feet could not stand for a long time, so they had to hold on to the railing on the side of the stage and sing, which was very miserable.

If the patrons in the audience have a special favorite, they will designate a certain girl to sing a specific paragraph, which is called poking, which means singing.

Today's performance is performed by a folk group called Zhongyou, with six or seven crosstalk sessions and an allegro section. The burden is a bit old, the applause is sparse, and the effect is average.

Hu Hai is an absolute enthusiast, popularizing knowledge while listening, saying that cross talk originated on the street, and then gradually in the teahouse, and slowly there are places such as Lianxing, Bird Market, Qiming and Chenguang that specialize in cross talk performances.

After many years of silence due to historical reasons, until the end of the twentieth century, cross talk returned to the small theater. The Zhongyou Cross Talk Troupe is a private cross talk group founded in that era, and the initiators are Yu Baolin, Feng Baohua and other old artists. Now this group is still there, but the only founding members are Tong Shouben, a teacher from the Northern Qu School, and the rest have returned to that world.

Listening to cross talk in a small theater is not just interesting. The phenomenon of sending flower baskets is very interesting. At first, it was thought that these flower baskets were bought from a florist by an enthusiastic audience to pay tribute to the actors, but it turned out that this was not the case, because every time the waiter placed them in front of the stage, it was always the ugly plastic flower baskets.

And it is also necessary to point out the number of flower baskets sent by enthusiastic audiences, to put it bluntly, it is a more tactful form for the audience to reward a single actor. The amount of the reward is given to the front desk attendant, who places the same amount of flower baskets on the stage and gives the bounty to the actors after the show.

In the early years, a flower basket was ten yuan, but now it has risen to fifty-hundred, and it is still borrowed from the dance hall. After receiving the encouragement from the flower basket, the actor will thank him in the form of an encore. Even if there are no flower baskets, as long as the audience applauds enthusiastically, the actors will return.

Although it's not funny, it's just this smell that I listen to, and now Deyun Club has been known as the largest men's group in Asia, and Lao Guo has made his debut in the C position.

Walking towards the Drum Tower, there are many interesting small shops on both sides. Clay figurines, candy blowers, antiques, traditional paper-cutting. Encounter a museum, actually focusing on the feelings of the Republic of China?

Blue bricks and red walls, the decoration is simple, walking here is like instantly traveling from real life to the retro style of the Republic of China. It is like a beautiful woman in a cheongsam, stepping on elegant high heels, in the dim light, telling the lingering soft intestines.

It is more creative to print out the chapters in Zhang Ailing, wear them in strings and hang them from the ceiling to the ground, and when you go inside, you will see a place full of hats, which are the most popular lace hats worn by beauties during the Republic of China, and they are also scattered.

The whole wall is a big star who was in the thick of the day, what Ruan Lingyu, Butterfly, Lin Huiyin, according to the current aesthetics, is a bit ugly!

To this day, the people of Tianjin still have an almost paranoid love for all kinds of theatrical performances: going to the celebrity teahouse to listen to Peking Opera or cross talk on weekends, going to the Shuidi Grand Hall to listen to concerts, and enjoying musicals or symphonies at the Grand Theater have become a habit that arises from the inside out.

This optimistic and expansive mentality and innate sense of humor are accurately summarized in two words, "Gui Yi", which may originate from the long-term interaction between Western humor in the concession and the market culture in the Chinese world since modern times.

The people of this city live a happy and harmonious life, using laughter to tolerate embarrassment and joy to relieve sorrow.

Maybe the quality of material life is average, maybe the psychological rhythm is not in tune with the faster modern urban rhythm, but no matter in good times or bad, Tianjin people can find the comfort of the body and the sustenance of the soul in food and literature.

There is a saying in the music circle: If the people of Beijing want to prove themselves, how capable they are, whether they are hot or not, they must pass the pass of the Tianjin people. If you can't live here, it means that you can't do it. Especially those who talk about cross talk, if they don't raise their wrists in this acre and three points, they will definitely not be able to convince the public.

I met a scene on the street, a man in his 50s was riding a bicycle, getting off the bicycle, the red light in front of him had to wait, and after a while, the green light came, and he asked for the aisle on the bicycle.

But I don't know what's going on, my legs and feet are not good or what's going on, I didn't go up several times, and the traffic police in the back guard tower came to ridicule: Hey, hey, hey, I said, you go home to practice your acrobatics.

As a result, the head didn't come back and said: Stay in the cage!