800 words essay on Beijing snack culture

Douzhier

Be sure to add the word "er" under douzhi, just like when talking about eggs, you must add the word "er" under chicken. If there is no such tone of reading the end lightly, listen The reader will not understand your meaning and may misunderstand.

Mr. Hu Jinquan said at the beginning of his book "Talking about Lao She": People who cannot drink bean juice are not considered true Pekingese. This is not true at all. Even in Peiping, the number of people who drink bean juice is limited to people in the city. No one drinks bean juice in the countryside outside the city. The raw materials for making bean juice are used to feed pigs. But this raw material, boiled with water, has become a favorite food for everyone in the city. And it has nothing to do with class. The hard-working Kuhaha, with his face stained with mud, sat on a small bench, picked up beans around the bean paste, gnawed shredded tofu and rolled pancakes, drank bean juice, and had pickles. Of course he was enjoying himself. The girls and buddies from the head of the government are not allowed to show up in public on the streets and drink bean juice with the poor common people. Instead, they will send their servants or old ladies to buy casseroles, take them home, reheat them and drink them. And I won’t forget to bring back a dish of the spicy pickles that are specially prepared on the picket. Even though I have good pickles at home, it doesn’t work because the pickles mixed with the cheap big shredded pickled radish are not flavorful enough. People have the same taste, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, old or young, male or female. I don't know why Peking people develop this special taste. It is impossible for southerners to drink bean juice when they arrive in Peiping. Even in the counties of Hebei, no one can tolerate the smell without grinning or gulping it down. Third, the pickles are so spicy that they make the tip of your tongue numb. The hotter it gets, the hotter it gets, and finally you're sweating profusely. When I was a child, when I drank bean juice in the summer, I would strip off my back first, then drink it, and then put on my clothes after I was sweating.

Ever since I left Peiping, I can’t help but miss Douzhier. One year when I was passing through Jinan, there was a note posted on the wall of a small restaurant near the station saying that "bean juice" was on sale. I ordered a bowl and it turned out to be soy milk. It was my own negligence and I wrote "douzhi" instead of "douzhier". When we came to Taiwan, a friend told us that there was a restaurant selling bean juice, so we went to try it. When the two bowls were served, there was a sour and sour taste that hit the nose, but it was thick and mushy like oatmeal, making it difficult to swallow in the mouth. It can be seen that you can’t force yourself to eat something in any place.