An intoxicating life

"Fried rice, fried rice ..." The fried rice man with gray temples appeared in the village with a shabby black felt hat, and the village was very lively. The smell of fried rice wafts over the small village, and the sweet country life is really intoxicating.

People in the small village don't like fried rice very much, but they get together every time they come, and a whole bag of rice has to be moved, and people who fry rice often get tired and sweat.

The time for the people who stir-fry rice is not fixed. Sometimes they come only once every few years, and it's all in the evening, but people in the small village don't mind. Several families turned on the headlights in front of the door, and the venue was as bright as day. The fried rice man prepared his tools, rubbed his thick palms, grinned and showed his yellow teeth: "Hey, one by one." The villagers were not in a hurry, so they moved a bag to him and waited in a semicircle, talking and laughing. Several children on the side also began to fight. The rice man took the rice and started his work with a smile.

The person who fried rice put the tin can full of rice on the stove, pulling the bellows with one hand and shaking the handle with the other. The orange flame licked the black tin can and twisted in the cool night wind, which made people a little unclear for a while. The process of fried rice was a bit monotonous, but the villagers just waited, waiting for the loud noise to explode all night.

"Hey, it's better, everyone is covering their ears." The fried rice man wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve. The children stopped fighting and covered their ears, and the grandmother next door also covered her grandson's ears. "Bang" all over, fried rice, fried rice people opened the lid, the fragrance came out, scattered in the air, very fragrant and sweet. "Hey, what do you want?" "Fried rice candy!" The children scrambled to say, the adults laughed, and the fried rice people also smiled: "Good!" The fried rice was compacted to reveal the syrup inside. The fried rice man cut a small piece of his little brother who drooled for his neighbor, and the little brother grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Most of the fried rice is made into fried rice sugar, and the other part is directly mixed with syrup, which melts after a sip in your mouth. Most people who eat this way are old people with bad teeth and babies who are born soon and only have a little teeth. Of course, greedy children will put