What's the difference between the sweet potato porridge that costs 100 yuan a bowl and the sweet potato porridge they know?
The white porridge, flowing like sweet soup with rice grains, is mixed with pieces of golden sweet potato. The aroma of rice carries a hint of sweetness. The ingredients are simple and unpretentious, but the finished product, packaged in a disposable lunchbox, has a refreshing feel, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon.
"This is different from the sweet potato porridge my mom makes at home."
Yao Chao's hometown is in the countryside. After his parents got married, they bought a house in the city, and he grew up in the city.
But during holidays and festivals, they would be taken back to their hometown to visit their grandparents.
My grandparents farmed in our rural hometown, and sweet potatoes were a staple in our family from childhood.
Of course, sweet potato porridge is also familiar to me; I eat it often.
He was thinking as he paid that if his grandparents knew he spent 100 yuan to climb a mountain to drink a bowl of sweet potato porridge, they would probably scold him to death.
When he saw the sweet potato porridge served, his eyes widened in surprise.
This sweet potato porridge looks so fragrant and sweet, with such a rich aroma of rice; it looks delicious.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, the sweet potato porridge in my hand shone with a golden glow, even the grains of rice seemed to have a unique luster.
Wow~
The group of people were very satisfied with the finished sweet potato porridge.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. How could a bowl of sweet potato porridge that costs 100 yuan be anything but ordinary?
"Hmm!"
"So sweet!"
Xie Hong couldn't resist taking the first sip.
The sweet potato porridge didn't smell as good as yesterday's preserved egg and lean pork porridge, but the simple, natural flavor of the ingredients was still very appealing.
The congee is sweet and refreshing, and the sweet potato is fragrant and glutinous. Taking a sip makes your tongue feel like a fish swimming in the warm waters of your hometown.
The sweetness of the sweet potato, after being stewed for a long time, is fully infused into the rice grains, giving the tasteless rice a honey-like sweetness.
This sweetness is different from the sweetness of white sugar; it's a pure, natural sweetness of the ingredients, with the aroma of sweet potato. One bite, and your heart feels softened by its sweet and fragrant flavor.
"It tastes better than the sweet potato porridge at home."
These people all came without having eaten breakfast.
When we reached the top of the mountain, we were starving.
Steaming hot, simmering sweet potato porridge, bursting with the aroma of ingredients, soothed my empty stomach with an irresistible flavor, making me feel completely comfortable.
This comfort is like plain water; although it has no taste and is simple and unpretentious, it is an indispensable part of everyone's beverage, milk tea.
The deliciousness of the sweet potato porridge at that moment made everyone forget the deliciousness of other foods.
A simple bowl of sweet potato porridge like this is perfect for starting the day, as it's so comforting and makes you feel great.
There is a sense of home warmth.
Exhausted, the group casually found a spot to squat together and sipped their sweet potato porridge.
This scene is quite peculiar.
It attracted a lot of onlookers.
As a result, more people started asking about Lin Zhou's sweet potato porridge.
Early in the morning, after climbing to the top of the mountain, I saw someone selling sweet potato porridge, which was still hot, and many tourists were ready to have a bowl.
But after learning the price, they quietly left.
If the price were any lower, Lin Zhou felt that his bucket of sweet potato porridge would sell out very quickly.
Looks like I'll have to make some fancy porridge tomorrow, otherwise nobody's going to buy it.
According to Lin Zhou, sweet potato porridge may look ordinary, but it has a flavor that you never get tired of, and it's no worse than preserved egg and lean pork porridge.
But business today is far worse than yesterday.
The problem was still with the porridge.
"Give me one too."
Just as Lin Zhou was sighing, another guest arrived.
"One hundred and one bowl."
Lin Zhou spoke as if he was giving up.
Just when he thought that the middle-aged man in front of him would leave after hearing the price, like the others before him, the middle-aged man silently handed Lin Zhou a hundred-yuan bill.
Lin Zhou accepted the money, feeling somewhat flattered.
Then he served the middle-aged man a full bowl of sweet potato porridge and handed it to him.
"This is the taste."
The middle-aged man took the sweet potato porridge, took a deep breath, and said in a good mood.
"My hometown is Chaoshan. The porridge there is very famous. I used to eat sweet potato porridge often when I was at home. It has this kind of home-style taste. After I grew up and left my hometown, I could never eat it again. I didn't expect to be able to eat such authentic sweet potato porridge while climbing the mountain today."
The aroma alone told him it was made from fresh, high-quality rice from the current season, cooked for at least an hour. The porridge was pure and thick, clearly not thickened with cornstarch, as it had rice oil and a sheen.
Congee thickened with cornstarch doesn't have this sheen.
He only discovered after arriving in another city that some breakfast shops sell semi-finished porridge, as well as pre-packaged porridge, which is porridge that hasn't been slowly cooked.
Unlike the porridge shops in their hometown, where the porridge is cooked in clay pots over a long period of time, the taste is incomparable.
If you can get authentic porridge, spending a little money is nothing.
Cooking porridge is the same as making soup.
It doesn't taste good if it's not cooked properly and with time.
As the saying goes, "There's no trick to cooking porridge, just stir it thirty-six times." Lazy people can't cook good porridge. During the cooking process, you can't just stand by and watch; you have to keep stirring. First, to prevent it from sticking to the bottom, and second, to make the porridge thick and fragrant. Only when the porridge is thick enough can the ingredients maintain a fresher and more tender texture.
"It tastes really good!"
The middle-aged man didn't need a spoon either; the sweet potato porridge wasn't as thick as the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, so he could just drink it straight from the porridge.
The sweet rice soup, with its aroma of rice and sweetness, glides smoothly down into my stomach, making my pores feel open and greedily absorbing the soup.
The food itself is nothing special, except whether it tastes good or not.
It is people's feelings, thoughts, memories, and other emotions that give food a more special meaning.
No matter how much you long for it, you can't go back. You can only immerse yourself in the scene by eating the same food.
"This sweet potato porridge is even better than the sweet potato porridge in my hometown. The sweet potatoes are sweet enough, and the rice is fragrant enough. Every bite is the essence."
The middle-aged man praised her without reservation.
So the uncle joined Xie Hong and the others, squatting down around Lin Zhouzhou and slurping down their porridge.
This peculiar sight, coupled with the loudspeaker blaring from Lin Zhou, attracted many tourists to come and watch.
Even Lin Zhou's thick skin couldn't withstand so many people watching him like he was a tourist attraction!
"No, why are you squatting down to drink?"
This looks just like a soup distribution event!
"I just finished hiking, and my legs are a little sore."
Xie Hong was engrossed in drinking when he heard Lin Zhou's words. He looked up and replied with an innocent expression.
Lin Zhou: ......
"It tastes even better when you're squatting down to drink it!"
The classmate next to him also offered an explanation.
"That's right, it's a bit strange to eat standing up, it's much better when you squat down."
Lin Zhou rubbed his forehead; what else could he say?
Young people these days are pretty cool.
They didn't seem embarrassed at all when tourists visited them as tourist attractions.
Lin Zhou felt he still needed to work on his thick skin.
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