I am a local Tanggu person, I grew up here, and my home is also here. I have never traveled far before I became an adult, but when I became an adult, I would always come back here to visit my relatives during the Chinese New Year holidays.
The number of locals in Tanggu seems to be much smaller than its population today. Before the big explosion in Binhai, it was an economic and technological development zone, a real economic center in the north. Economic development has attracted a large number of talented people to this place, and at the same time, these people also feed the local economy and culture in their own way.
The Shanxi people are the most representative of these so-called outsiders, and the immigrant spirit of this group is even greater than that of the Fujianese and Cantonese. At the beginning of the millennium, Tanggu's locals were a relatively well-informed circle, thanks to the housing system of the Tianjin Alkali Factory and other state-owned enterprises before and after the reopening of the country, and the former dilapidation of the area. At that time, a large number of immigrants came to expand the local market and labor force, but also brought a sense of nostalgia.
One of my best friends is from Shanxi, and he has now settled here to open a craft beer store. Business is not bad, and life is not very colorful, but still tasty. He's not tall, but he's very handsome, and he's got a lot of spirit, and he's good at sports, too. He has been legendary his father is a coal mining, do not know whether it is true or not, but regardless of whether it is true or not, he was on the basketball court in the wind speed of the appearance of the real had been the first stadium on the only one of the scenery. His father was very busy and seldom came home, and even when he did, he always sighed and sighed with his report card and then gave him a scolding.
They lived, worked, and traveled between the city and the countryside, epitomizing modern Chinese society, and some of their descendants stayed in the city where they struggled, while others went elsewhere to continue their struggle. Some of their descendants stayed in the cities where they struggled, while others went to other places to continue their struggle. They struggled through the times, and also watched over their hometowns as time passed.
During the time of the epidemic, I have not been back for four years, this time back, there is an uncle with my mom often play mahjong, surnamed Ma, invited me to eat a meal, is also a Shanxi people. He came to an unfamiliar city to work alone in the last few years, and has gone from obscurity to a retired life, while his daughter has left him to work in another city.
Uncle Ma took me to a Shanxi cuisine restaurant, although the quality of the food was average, but the decoration was luxurious and the food was expensive. I was quite indifferent, but the food was quite flavorful. In the middle of the meal, the waiter of the restaurant to Uncle Ma to promote their home-squeezed sea buckthorn juice, which I have not drunk but it seems that my father and Uncle Ma heart is very big, so each person asked for a cup.
The sweetness of the old generation's memories rolled into my belly as soon as I took a cup. It was a carefree sweetness, accompanied by the coolness of bare feet stepping over a stream and the silky smoothness of the mountain breeze. Uncle Ma's conversation with the waiter in my ear on the topic of hometowns seemed to drive something in my body as well.
There weren't many foreign restaurants in my hometown when I was a kid, and I seem to understand why such restaurants have been able to open all over China. Commercialization and rising incomes are not the reasons for a change in a region's food culture. It is always the people of a place who really change the food of a place, along with the change of generations and the migration of population, they travel all over the world; their hometown restaurants are opened wherever they are; their taste buds intermingle with each other and unintentionally shape the food culture of the whole China; their spirit and trust are also inherited from one generation to another in the blossoming restaurants of local cuisine.
The taste of sea buckthorn is so sweet, and that sweetness seems to have traveled through time and space, from their golden memories all the way to the present, covering all the scars carved by the years on their bodies as well as the bitterness created by the times. Today they are Shanxi people, tomorrow their children will be Tanggu people, the day after tomorrow, Tanggu people's children, will be where people? Will he be able to eat the eight precious tofu and the roasted eggplant with noodle sauce? Will he be able to meet the people who loved him so much since he was a child? Will he still be able to take care of the house and buy breakfast for his family who haven't woken up before going to work every day, just like the old generation did?
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