A composition on the topic of special snacks. 400 words

This is the unique local snacks in Jiangnan in winter.

When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket. Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu. The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it. There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.

The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu. I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle. His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful. Take a careful bite (because it is very hot), the outside is yellow and the inside is white, the outside is crisp and the inside is tender, spicy and exciting. At this time, you are not eating but swallowing, and your tongue is rolling.

Old people always fry only a few slices at a time, and sell a few slices after frying, so people waiting for them are eating and others pay attention to each other. Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, tears mixed together and hot sweat dripped down. The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much. After all, he didn't stop it So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day.

At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu. A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day. Sometimes I don't plan to overspend. I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes. However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat. Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.

It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse). It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.