Chapter 32: It's the same as a soup kitchen!
What is the difference between a bowl of sweet potato porridge for 100 yuan and the sweet potato porridge they know?
The white flow is like a sweet soup with rice grains of white porridge, mixed with pieces of golden sweet potatoes, the rice fragrance of rice with a hint of sweetness, the ingredients are unpretentious, but the finished product is packed in a disposable lunch box, and there is a refreshing feeling of fresh breeze and bright moon.
"It's different from the sweet potato porridge my mother cooked at home."
Yao Chao's hometown is in the countryside, and after his parents got married, he bought a house in the city, and he grew up in the city.
But during the New Year's holidays, I will be taken back to my hometown to visit my grandparents during the holidays.
My grandparents farmed in the countryside of my hometown, and sweet potatoes have never been missing from childhood to everyone.
Of course, sweet potato porridge is no stranger and is often eaten.
When he paid just now, he was still thinking that if he let his grandparents know that he spent 100 yuan to climb the mountain to the top of the mountain to drink a bowl of sweet potato porridge, he was afraid that he would be scolded to death.
His eyes widened when he saw the sweet potato porridge coming out.
This sweet potato porridge looks so sweet, and the rice flavor is so strong, it looks delicious.
Under the light of the early morning sun, the sweet potato porridge in his hand exudes a golden glow, and even the rice grains have a different luster.
"Wow~"
A group of people are very satisfied with the finished product of sweet potato porridge.
But it makes sense to think about it, how can a bowl of sweet potato porridge of 100 yuan be mediocre.
"Hmm!"
"It's so sweet!"
Xie Hong couldn't help but drink first.
The sweet potato porridge doesn't smell as fragrant as yesterday's preserved egg and lean pork porridge, but the simple taste of the ingredients is also very attractive.
The porridge water is sweet in the mouth, the sweet potato is fragrant and glutinous, and when you drink it, your tongue will swim into the warm waters of your hometown like a fish.
The sweetness of the sweet potato is fully integrated into the rice grains under the stew of time, and the tasteless rice is also stained with a sweetness like honey.
This sweetness is different from the sweetness of sugar, the sweetness of pure ingredients, with the fragrance of sweet potatoes, a bite, I feel that my heart is softened under this sweet fragrance.
"It's better than my sweet potato porridge at home."
These people didn't have breakfast.
Climbing to the top of the mountain is the time to be hungry.
The steaming, stewed rice oil, and the sweet potato porridge full of the aroma of the ingredients soothes the empty stomach with an unstoppable taste and makes the whole person feel comfortable.
This kind of comfort, just like boiled water, although it has no taste and is unpretentious, but in a drink milk tea, it is indispensable for everyone.
At this moment, the deliciousness of sweet potato porridge makes everyone forget the deliciousness of other foods.
In the morning, you should drink such a bowl of plain, but comfortable sweet potato porridge.
There is a warmth of home.
The exhaustion of the body made this group of people squat together in a random place and drink sweet potato porridge one by one.
This scene is also quite peculiar.
It attracted a lot of onlookers.
There are even more people who ask with Lin Zhou's sweet potato porridge.
Early in the morning, I climbed to the top of the mountain and saw someone selling sweet potato porridge, which was still hot, and many tourists were ready to come for a bowl.
But after learning the price, he left silently.
As long as it is cheaper, Lin Zhou feels that his bucket of sweet potato porridge will be sold out quickly.
It seems that tomorrow I will have to order some luxurious porridge, otherwise no one will care.
If you want Lin Zhou to say, sweet potato porridge looks ordinary, but the taste is the kind of taste that you never get tired of eating for a long time, no worse than preserved egg and lean porridge.
But business today is nowhere near as good as it was yesterday.
It's still a problem with the porridge.
"Give me a copy too."
Just when Lin Zhou sighed, another guest came in front of him.
"One hundred and one bowls."
Lin Zhou said as if he was rotten.
Just when he thought that the middle-aged uncle in front of him would be the same as those people before, and left when he heard the price, the middle-aged uncle silently handed Lin Zhou a hundred bills.
Lin Zhoudu was a little flattered and took the money.
Then he gave the middle-aged uncle a bowl full of sweet potato porridge and handed it over.
"That's what it tastes like."
The middle-aged uncle took the sweet potato porridge, took a deep breath, and said in a good mood.
"My hometown faces the mountain, our porridge is very famous, sweet potato porridge used to be eaten at home often, just this homely taste, when I grow up, I can never eat it again when I leave my hometown, I didn't expect to climb a mountain today and eat such authentic sweet potato porridge."
As soon as he smelled this fragrance, he knew that it was fresh rice boiled out of the season, not to mention that it had been boiled for more than an hour, and the pure and viscous appearance of the porridge soup could be seen that it was not thickened, because there was rice oil and luster.
The thickened porridge does not have this luster.
He also found out that the porridge sold in some breakfast shops was semi-finished products, and there were also finished packaged porridge, which was porridge that was slowly boiled without effort and time.
Unlike the porridge shop in their hometown, it is all all kinds of porridge made in a casserole, and the taste is incomparable.
If you can eat authentic porridge, it's really nothing to spend some money.
Cooking porridge is the same as boiling soup.
It didn't take time to boil it out, and it didn't taste good.
As the saying goes, "there is no skill in cooking porridge, thirty-six stirring", lazy people can't cook good porridge, in the process of boiling, you can't just be a spectator who stands by, but you have to keep stirring, one is to avoid sticking to the bottom, the other is to make the porridge bottom thick, the rice is fragrant, only the porridge bottom is thick enough, the ingredients can maintain a more tender taste.
"It tastes so good~"
The middle-aged uncle doesn't use a spoon either, and the sweet potato porridge is not as sticky as the preserved egg and lean pork, so you can drink it directly.
The sweet rice soup was drunk in the mouth, the rice was fragrant, sweet, and slid all the way to the stomach, and the comfortable pores were opened, and the rice soup was greedily absorbed.
The food itself is nothing special other than whether it is good or bad.
It is people's moods, thoughts, memories and other emotions that give food a special meaning.
I can't go back, I can only immerse myself in the scene through the same food.
"This sweet potato porridge is even better than the sweet potato porridge in my hometown, the sweet potatoes are sweet enough, the rice is fragrant enough, and every bite is the essence."
The middle-aged uncle praised without hesitation.
So the uncle also squatted around Lin Zhou with Xie Hong and others, sucking and drinking porridge.
This peculiar scene, coupled with the sound of horns outside Lin Zhou, attracted many tourists to watch.
Especially Lin Zhou's cheekiness, he couldn't help but let so many people look at him like a scene!
"No, why are you squatting and drinking?"
It's the same as a soup kitchen!
"I just finished climbing the mountain, and my legs are a little sore."
Xie Hong drank attentively, and when he heard Lin Zhou's words, he raised his head and replied with an innocent face.
Lin Zhou: ......
"It's better to drink it while squatting!"
The classmate next to him also explained.
"No, it's a little weird to eat standing up, it's much better to squat."
Lin Zhou helped his forehead, what else could he say.
Now young people are quite social.
There is no embarrassment to be visited as a scenic spot by tourists.
Lin Zhou felt that his cheek still had to be practiced.