When I was in junior high school, our middle school was at the east end of town. As my parents go out to work, I have to eat in the school cafeteria. At that time, the school food was not very particular, as long as it could fill the stomach. Every morning is salty soup steamed bread, at noon is cabbage vermicelli, and at night is green vegetable tofu. The headmaster always encourages us to carry forward the style of hard struggle, but his mind is full of brains and intestines. Yes, the headmaster doesn't need to carry forward this style with us. I've eaten this food for a long time, but my stomach refused anyway, either acid reflux or diarrhea. Many students go out to eat well. Although my parents send me a lot of living expenses every month, I don't want to squander them. One day, after morning self-study, I saw a lot of people around the school gate. In the crowd, a snack car, which was converted from a shelf car, was parked, and three big red characters were written on the shed: bean-rot-brain. I was so excited that I ran to the car at once. As soon as I got out of the gate, I smelled a faint smell of tofu, as well as the smell of halogen seeds with garlic and spicy oil. I waited a long time to give the money to my thin boss. "Quick, give me a bowl." I can't wait to shout. The boss is very skilled and generous, with a bowl full of fifty cents. The top is covered with crystal clear halogen seeds, and the bottom is covered with white smooth brains, half a spoonful of garlic paste, half a spoonful of spicy seeds and a pinch of parsley. All I have to do is stir it gently with a spoon, and the fragrance is already very fragrant. My appetite has long been wide open, and all the grievances I have suffered for many days have been made up at once. From then on, I will eat tofu brain every once in a while.
Later, I was promoted from junior high school to senior high school. At first, I felt free to leave my parents. It took me a long time to realize how lonely I was. Before I finished high school, I got on the green leather train and went to the city where my parents worked. Later, I joined the ranks of part-time. Appreciate the prosperity of big cities, enjoy the food in big cities and feel the warmth and coldness of people in big cities. A few years later, my parents' temples were gradually covered with white hair, and their hands and feet were not as flexible as in previous years. Big cities are places where the fittest survive, and few people want them to work.
Mother is a strong woman. She said that things will eventually be solved. When you cross the bridge, you will cross it. She said she wanted to do business. But what if you have no knowledge and skills? Mom is a good cook, and our family likes to eat. So my mother decided to make breakfast, with less investment and less technical difficulty. When I listen to cooking breakfast, I think of tofu brain. I asked my mother excitedly, "Mom, can you make tofu brain?" Mom said, "Yes, I used to work in a restaurant and studied with a master." I was very excited to hear that my mother could make tofu brain, so I asked her to make it for us first. In the afternoon, my mother bought a refiner, soaked soybeans, prepared all the ingredients and tried them tomorrow. Mother got up early the next day. I was awakened by the noise of the refiner and got up to help my mother. Grinding, boiling, adding starch, adding salt water, and then slowly pouring the processed soybean milk into a heat preservation barrel, and covering it. We are all full of expectations, but we are also a little nervous. My mother is a Christian, so she prayed silently ... Ten minutes later, the moment to witness the miracle came. My mother slowly lifted the lid, and her serious expression suddenly spread. She smiled. We made it. The mouth of the insulation barrel was steaming, and a thick layer of tofu lay there like white jade. Then mom hangs chicken soup, prepares halogen seeds and all the small ingredients. After washing her hands, my mother first made me a bowl with a flat spoon, poured the halogen seeds on it, put the seasoning on it, and stirred it a little with a small spoon. The big piece became many small pieces. I couldn't help taking a quick bite. Wow! It tastes really good! Just like what I ate in junior high school. It's just that there is another flavor now, which is called "warmth".
Because my mother is good at cooking, the business of breakfast shop is booming. Every day, vegetables and a large thermos bucket of tofu brain can be sold cleanly. Good business means that mom has to get up early and work more every day. So, my father joined in. After all, my mother is old, and she is always tired and sore in the morning. I also want to quit my job and help my mother, but my mother doesn't agree. She said that this job is not suitable for me, and I want to be clean and decent. One day, my father advised my mother to say, "Damn it, can we directly use white water instead of chicken soup when cooking brine?" . This has little effect on the taste of tofu brain, which not only saves time, but also saves cost. "But mother resolutely disagree! She said: "White water is definitely not as effective as chicken soup. We can't cut corners just because business is good. As long as customers are satisfied, our efforts are worthwhile. "
Since I opened the breakfast shop, I have eaten a lot of tofu brain. Although it's my favorite, I can eat more, so I'm not as greedy as before. But if you don't eat it for a long time, you will still miss the taste. Many guests praised my mother's tofu brain as authentic, but sometimes my mother was still dissatisfied with her cooking. She always asks me to help her think about how to make food taste better. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in catering, and I haven't thought about these problems, so I always feel sorry for my mother.
In 20 15, my mother died of illness, and I was extremely sad. Father will go back to his hometown to live, our breakfast shop will be closed, and all kinds of utensils will be cleaned and put in the basement. Now it's just me and my brother in this city. My parents worked hard all their lives, bought us a house in the city and left us in the city. I think this transformation of time and space is sad: at first I was in my hometown and my parents were in the city. Now I stay in the city, but one of my parents went back to my hometown and the other went to heaven.
Now, I still like the taste of tofu brain. When eating tofu brain, I often think of my mother's appearance and my greedy self in junior high school. However, the tofu brain made by these breakfast shops in big cities can't taste the taste of that year. I think, when I have time, I should go back to my hometown more often, see the villagers in my hometown, see the latest appearance of my hometown, and then taste the white, delicate and tender tofu brain in my hometown.
# Me, writing unconditionally #