After going ashore, it was already evening, and the fishermen on the riverside were already curling with smoke.

We broke through the blockade of layers of soliciting customers and sisters-in-law, and came to an old store called "time-honored yellow duck calling". It's not that the time-honored brand written on the signboard is really like that, and every household is written with "authentic" and "ancestral", etc., and I can't believe it. We ate almost a lap and felt that the taste was the most suitable here.

"Yellow duck call" is one of the special products of the riverside of Orange Island, and there is a white one called white duck (the same kind, but the skin color is different, like the difference between Asia and Europeans), the taste is extremely fresh and tender, larger than the loach, smaller than the black fish, in fact, there are also other places in our country, but the name is different. In the water town of Yancheng, Jiangsu, this kind of thing is an indispensable dish at the birthday banquet of the elderly. The famous Shanghai writer Chen Cun once visited Juzhou, and two or three years later, he still remembered to mention in his novels that the people of Xingcheng called "Yellow Duck Call".

"Boss, give us two catties of white ducks, make more soup, don't make some fish (pronounced dia, the meaning of the old man) to come, to be tender." It was Don Juan, a round young man with a round face, a round belly, and a bulging big buttocks, like two halves of a watermelon in his pants.

Born with a baby face, he still looks amiable and cute. His eyes are not small to be honest, but they are not wide enough, and the length is more than enough, except for the lunar eclipse when he sleeps at night, and when he opens his eyes, there is always a pair of "first quarter moons" hanging there. When he looks at people, he can only look through the crack in the door like the ladies in ancient times, and he will even reveal a faint shyness, as if he has something to say and stop, and girls are still willing to talk to him, no wonder the local saying: "Squinting eyes will talk about love", and girls are very good at "throwing hooks".

"Boss, get some more beers." Wang Jian said.

"Do you want to get it in the white sand? There are bottles and bulk. ”

"If you want a draft beer in bulk, start with four large glasses." Looking at this posture, it seems that today it is about to quit drinking again.

Xingcheng people have always had the habit of drinking loose beer, and when they were young, they always brought their own cups to the gate of Baisha Brewery to queue up to help adults buy wine, and they also secretly tasted two sips. At that time, the barrel wine was mostly from Qingdao, but later with the Baisha brand, all local sake was drunk. I always feel that bulk wine is more economical and fresher, firstly, it saves the bottle money, and secondly, the barrel of wine will be sold out every day, and a new barrel will be made the next morning.

In recent years, it has become increasingly difficult to find authentic bulk liquor, and occasionally there are miscellaneous brands that are mostly mixed with water, and the market is full of beautifully packaged bottled liquors with high prices, and it is a pleasure to have a sip of fresh draft beer.

Then we ordered a cucumber, that is, use the back of the knife to crush the cucumber and then put the condiment, unlike the cold cucumber in the north, it can be salty and sweet, depending on your own taste. Don Juan ordered "Snow on the Flaming Mountain" (tomatoes mixed with sugar); Wang Jian ordered one of his repertoire: cold leeks. I don't know who said last time I ate that this thing is also known as "aphrodisiac grass", which is a wonderful product for men's dietary supplements, how to do it, and since then he has been on it, and he has become a frequent guest at our dinner table.

The sun gradually set on the mountain, and the river was shining, and the people who had dispersed after swimming came back from the river in twos and threes and sat under the pergola of the food stalls. It's a treat to be able to enjoy two sips of cold draft beer with friends and family after hitting the water in the middle of the stream.

Remembering that Xiao Jinguang, the first naval commander of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, was a fisherman on this continent, presumably he must have played in the water here, but he could not enjoy the happiness of this cold beer back then. Thanks to the revolutionary predecessors for the beautiful life created for us, we have a toast.

THE FOUR OF US HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME ALL DAY, AND SOME OF OUR COLLEAGUES HAVE NAMED IT "F4", BUT THEY SAY THAT IT IS NOT THE F OF "FLOWER" BUT THE ABBREVIATION OF "FOOLISH", AND WE OURSELVES PREFER TO CALL OURSELVES "CRAZY FOUR", TAKING THE F OF PINYIN FENG.