A woman who likes to visit the vegetable market.

After all, the life of playing the piano, playing chess, painting, calligraphy, poetry and hops can't be separated from daily necessities.

In the past, beautiful neighbors didn't like shopping in the vegetable market. They hate the noisy, crowded and messy vegetable market and are willing to go to the supermarket to buy food. I am just the opposite. The bustling streets, the incessant hawking, the haggling between you and me, and the fireworks of life completely pervade the vegetable market.

Live a life of three points and one line every day, and you must visit the vegetable market every day. On weekdays, between commuting, I buy some dishes I want to eat in a hurry and go home to enjoy the fireworks life. On Sunday, the food market strolled slowly and looked around.

I went to the vegetable market by bike this morning. There were battery cars and bicycles on both sides of the road. I'm glad to find a vacant seat in this car.

I usually like to visit temporary food stalls. Hard-working people in the villages around the county take the dishes that they can't eat at home to the market to sell. I like these farm dishes better, too, because they are fresher and more watery than those dishes from afar in the market.

Most of these vegetable sellers are middle-aged women, and there are grandfathers and old ladies in their seventies and eighties. Along both sides of the aisle, put a snakeskin bag in a bamboo basket, a scooter, a basket, or on the ground, and pile it directly on it, or even directly on the ground, and you won't feel wrong.

Short vegetables with white leaves and green stems are suitable for frying, and they like to pick short ones with many leaves. Tall Chinese cabbage is suitable for pickling, which is the sour and spicy taste of sauerkraut stewed with pig blood in memory. Lettuce has a green Ye Er on its blue-white stem. The woman who grows vegetables says that it is important to pick the short ones, the strong ones and, most importantly, the long ones, so as to keep them tender and crisp.

Take a handful of coriander, which is more fragrant in your hand than sending a rose. Chrysanthemum is light green, white radish is neatly packed by leaves, carrot is pinched off and lying in a basket, round. Carrots tied into handfuls on the ground are much uglier than carrots sold in vegetables. They have holes and cracks, but they are sweet and delicious when fried. Purple moss is thin and long, and purple violets are always favored by me. Parsley and shallots are sprouting, and off-white cauliflower is in full bloom in three or two green leaves. I can't help thinking of the joke that I gave my wife a cauliflower on Valentine's Day. Today is a flower, tomorrow is a vegetable, I can enjoy it and eat it. What a stingy and clever man.

The lotus root seller is Li Haoyang's mother. In July and August, her lotus root was delicious, raw and sliced, crisp and delicious, in My Sweetie. I chose a few lotus roots, and she said three, gave her five and left in a hurry. She always took advantage of me, but she still caught up faster than me, so she found two at random. When buying farm produce, I mostly don't bargain. Children who grow up in the countryside know that it is not easy to take care of the vegetable garden and the weather is good. If there is a natural disaster, it will be really difficult.

The fish in the river on the fish stall is fresh, the oxygen pumped out of the pipe keeps bubbling, and the fish swims happily, but I don't know that it will soon be cut open, scaled, fried and cooked, and become delicious on the table. Several wild loaches in the red bucket next door are motionless, and I don't know if I want to think about how to escape. I really like these delicious foods, but my son didn't eat them. He just looked at them and failed your earnest eyes.

An uncle's booth is filled with all kinds of dry goods. Coix seed is like pearls, red beans are like corals, Poria cocos is like white dice, astragalus root is fragrant one by one, and yam is cut into pieces ... Uncle will prepare some home-cooked porridge for you according to your symptoms, and order fried rice with Coix seed before you go.

Dried lentils, dried green beans, dried beancurd, dried shredded radish, dried bamboo shoots and dried prunes in front of uncle are all packed in plastic bags, which are as dry as wrinkles on uncle's face. Buy some stew or steam it with bacon, but it's delicious. The new sweet potato vermicelli is seventeen or eight yuan a catty, and the black sesame powder is about the same price.

The black block in front of the white-haired grandmother's stall, the old man said that it was dried with glutinous rice and lobster sauce, which was very chewy, but look at the pepper seeds covered inside, afraid of spicy or afraid to buy it. Small sweet potato balls, my son's favorite, can be used to make soup, stir-fry or roast braised pork. White cake and shredded pork cake are memories of 2008, and the whole childhood is fragrant. They bought two jins of shredded pork cake, steamed or boiled or baked at home, which is the love of a family of three. Apricot pulp cake, sliced and fried with pickles and eggs, is simple to operate, but delicious.

Vegetables with yellow stains in the barrel. When my aunt saw me taking pictures of it, she took off the plastic paper covering it and said it looked better this way. The tall and thin wax gourd jar is sauerkraut. At this time of year, my mother always marinates a few jars and gives them to middle school students in our village. The taste of sauerkraut is still in my memory, but my mother is gone. Red bean curd, or yellow or red pickled pepper, and millet soaked in a bottle are the hometown flavor that many travelers miss.

Dark green wax gourd was covered with frost by time and cut into rings for sale. The orange peel of the old pumpkin is covered with dust, the sweet potato is covered with a thin layer of mud, and the brown taro can still see filaments. Winter bamboo shoots have been on the market in large quantities, and the stall owner sat on a small stool and bowed his head to cut old bamboo shoots.

I was a little hungry after shopping, so I bought two bamboo shoots stuffed with Artemisia argyi, which were soft and delicious. Glutinous rice dumplings and sweet potato dumplings are lying in the steamer. The eldest sister who wraps the egg dumplings pours the egg liquid, puts the meat stuffing, closes the skin of the egg dumplings, turns the edges, shovels them out and puts them into the convenient box, and then puts them into the next pot in one go. Hemp balls, shortcakes, steamed stuffed buns, Melaleuca cakes, rice cakes and snacks are all available.

There are bags of melon seeds and peanuts in front of the stall selling roasted seeds and nuts. Frozen rice candy and bean candy are specialties of Qimen West Road, which have been successfully applied for World Heritage. A pack of colorful crisp candy is a childhood favorite.

While walking, I am grateful. Grandpa has a bamboo brush on his booth. In rural areas, most householders will do this job. They will take a bamboo and chop the upper three layers and the outer three layers into filaments with a machete. Grandpa also sells wooden sticks, which are very light in his hand and smell of wood. When he got married, the wooden sticks made by his father himself, although painted with red paint, could not resist the erosion of time and fell off one by one after rotting.

Vegetarian food, I want to make my son a fried tenderloin with carrot and dried bean curd. I turned to the meat stall and weighed some tenderloin. I also ordered a pig lung with my boss and made a pig lung pot tomorrow. My love for pork lung pot comes from Qi Hong Teahouse. As long as I go to dinner in those days, my husband will definitely order this dish for me. Now Qi Hong Teahouse is closed. Try your cooking tomorrow.

On the road in front of the vegetable market, a middle-aged man, with bare arms, was pulling a small cart with a big "balloon" and five small protruding pillars-look carefully and you will know that it is latex gloves. The man rubbed his gloves back and forth on the ground, lit a fire, put them on his head, jumped up and down, and spoke Mandarin with his foreign accent, which was very funny. The grandmother next to her muttered that she was crazy. Alas, it's not easy for anyone. Live well and cherish it.

Ji Xianlin once wrote that "going to the vegetable market is really a great pleasure in life". The vegetable market described by Ji Lao is lively and fragrant, so I naturally dare not compare it. With this article, I want to record the daily life of an ordinary woman. A woman wearing an apron can also be elegant and beautiful, and a woman holding a vegetable basket can also be intellectual and gentle.