Last night, I was going to Liuzhou to eat a very famous stir-fried dish

Go with a light rain

The boss impatiently said that he would wait for 50 minutes and then persuade him to leave

Thinking about eating too much snail noodles lately

It's better to eat something light

I decided to go to a soy milk fritter shop that the locals who passed by yesterday not far away

In the north, these things are eaten in the morning

It's a delicious late-night snack in the local area

Originally, there was not much hope

I thought to myself, this thing is not like that

Curious how so many locals eat

Fortunately, there is no queue

I ordered the oil cake and the soy milk

The boss cut the oil cake and stacked it on an iron plate and handed it to me

Once you find a seat and sit down

The clerk immediately poured a bowl of soy milk into the iron basin with a large pot

Eat the aroma of farmhouse soybean oil in your mouth

The red bean paste is accompanied by a jagged taste

It's not made with a machine

There is no technology and ruthlessness at all

Fragrant sweet and sweet red bean soy milk

It was so happy to eat these in the light rain

It's not that tasty

It's the taste of childhood you remember

It's everywhere

But it's hard to get a chance to taste the original taste again

It's like your lost past

It's a hard feeling to describe

It's like life

It's boring, but it's also full of surprises

Suddenly a little homesick

The ancients said

Eat in Guangzhou

Wear it in Suzhou

Play in Hangzhou

Died in Liuzhou

I think it's not just because Liuzhou has a good golden silk coffin

There may also be picturesque landscapes suitable for a lifetime

And maybe that not-so-healthy taste of a lost old tradition

Thinking about Liu Hou, Liu Zongyuan spent the last four years of his life here, and there should be no regrets

I'm leaving

Hey, fuck life

I'm not a gray wolf

Still want to say.

I'll be back

Written on the way to Shanghai on 3.30