I saw them as a child.

At that time, I followed my uncle to sell meat and vegetables, and I was often busy until midnight before I could get home. There is a wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, which has been in disrepair for many years, and the wood is so old that it is about to rot, and the gap between the wooden planks is very large, and it often jams my feet, and I once lost a shoe there, and was scolded by my uncle.

They were hiding under the bridge, and the river was long gone, filled with garbage, and they were rummaging through the leftover food for people to eat.

I saw them on the day I was looking for shoes, and at first I thought they were just a few wild dogs looking for food, but when I saw their eyes, I knew what they were. Their eyes were red, and even the pus and blood that flowed out were red, but there was no fluorescence in them, like red paint that had not yet dried.

It's strange that even though they are ugly, I am not afraid, on the contrary, they seem to be afraid of me. For, when I found out that I was looking at them, they scattered in all directions and hid themselves in the darkness.

Then one day, I sold a lot of vegetables and meat, and my uncle was happy and gave me a stick bone with a lot of meat. I gnawed on the bone all the way to the entrance of the village, until the marrow inside was sucked clean by me, and I was reluctant to lose it. As I crossed the wooden bridge, I was still sucking on the fleshless bones, but at the same time, I heard the same smacking sound coming from under the bridge and into my ears.

I don't have to look at it, I know what it is.

I was in a good mood that day, and the bones were mostly eaten clean, so I threw the bone under the bridge with a wave of my hand.

As expected, I heard the sound of scrambling and chewing, their teeth were much stronger than mine, the bones seemed to be chewed up, and there was a crunch sound from the bottom of the bridge, so clear that I almost felt that the sound shook the bridge deck, but strangely, my uncle didn't notice it.

It seems like I'm the only one who can see them, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The next day, the stall's business was better, and my uncle sold everything clean, and even the most expensive tenderloin, which was usually rarely sought-after, was sold out. At the end of the day, my uncle was a little dumbfounded, he touched the bulging money bag, and said to me: "Ah Rong, today my uncle bought you a duck stew with wine, and a duck stewed with wine." ”

Stewed duck in wine, a delicacy that I couldn't eat during the New Year, I actually ate it that day.

My tongue seems to be naturally pickier and more sensitive than others, so from a young age I knew which parts of different ingredients were the best and how to cook them best.

For example, duck can be roasted, chopped for white, stewed into duck soup, and stewed duck meat. It is full of treasures, breasts, collarbones, neck, tongue, and soles of the feet, all of which are rare and delicious. But the best part of it is the duck gizzard.

I have studied that ducks usually eat stones, and after these stones are eaten, they are repeatedly rubbed in their stomachs to rub the food, so the duck's stomach is so tough, the meat is tight, tight and chewy.

Of course, my uncle didn't know, so the duck gizzard stewed that night belonged to me.

When I had eaten and drunk enough, I didn't forget them, and I took all the bones that were left on the table and threw them under the wooden bridge.

Since that day, the business of my uncle's stall has been getting better and better, and every day we come with a full load and return empty-handed, even in a disaster year, when no one cares about other stalls in the market, we can still make a lot of money. After a long time, there are naturally many people with red eyes, and his uncle has a bad temper and is unwilling to give in, so on a bleak and rainy evening, he was stabbed in the stomach with a pig-killing knife by the butcher of the stall next door, and never got up again.

I didn't have a father and mother since I was a child, and now I even have the only support, so how I grew up later, you may be able to guess it.

Aunt Rong wiped the moist corners of her eyes and walked out of the memory. She suddenly shook her nose a few times, stood up, and crouched down at the window and shouted to a young man who hurried over with a tray outside, "Bring that plate of bamboo sausages." ”

When the young man heard Aunt Rong's voice, he hurriedly stopped, walked to the window, and handed over the tray in his hand.

Aunt Rong lifted the gilded lid on the tray, sniffed at the plate of burnt bamboo intestines inside, and frowned slightly. She has reached the age of not being confused, and the Sichuan lines between her eyebrows are obvious without wrinkles, and now, several pieces of flesh rise at the same time, setting off the three lines into deep ravines.

"The ingredients are wrong, who chose today's intestines?" Aunt Rong stared at the fragrant bamboo sausage, and her nail-like gaze seemed to pierce it.

"Today, there are not enough pork Liu's intestines, so I can only buy the ...... from the butcher shop next to me Bamboo sausages. The young man was a little weak when she asked, but the plate in his hand was indeed a bamboo sausage, and he still knew it clearly.

"It's a bamboo intestine, but it's not a foot in front of the head of the small intestine, only the taste of this section is crisp and springy, and you can't ask for anything beyond this part." Aunt Rong said and squeezed the outer membrane at the incision of the intestine head, shook her head again and again, and pursed her lips dissatisfiedly, "You see, there is no elasticity at all, and the thickness of the intestine is not enough. ”

"But Aunt Rong, you haven't tasted it, how do you know that the ingredients are not used correctly? Could it be smelled? But the tray is still covered so tightly by the lid...... "The young man knew that she was not deliberately finding fault, but he really couldn't understand how the woman in front of him judged the taste of the ingredients through his sense of smell, so he couldn't help but ask more.

Aunt Rong smiled at him, "If I say that this intestine told me by itself, do you believe it?" ”

"Huh? Ingredients do talking? The young man's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit the next egg.

Aunt Rong smiled even more happily, revealing the shiny gold teeth inside, "Go ahead, replace this dish, and in addition, tell the workers who bought it not to use the intestines of that shop again." ”

The window was shut, and the young man seemed to stay there for a long time before he hurried away. Seeing him leave, Aunt Rong turned her head to look at Zifu, who had been sitting silently behind her, and said slowly, "You don't have to be surprised, if you have been dealing with meat and vegetables since you were a child, and even occasionally taking a nap is in the vegetable and meat stall, you can also distinguish the taste of each ingredient." ”

"You're too humble," Zifu smiled at her, "if it's really that easy, how can it be such a famous wine shop in the whole country?" ”