Red sugar

a lot of people think that the chongqing people are made of chili pepper. whether it's a hot pot, a sour powder, or chongqing noodles, they can't leave. looks like we're drying up chili as chongqing. when i went to college in the northeast, my classmates asked me, "can you live without chili?" who says every dish in chongqing only has chili and pepper? at least i've had it since i was a kid and i eat it every year. when i was a child, my mother always liked to make a red sugar roast, mixed with her own cooking mess, and every time i prepared my food, i ate a few spoons of sweet curds and some red sugar, and licked my mouth clean and left no trace. it's been a few pieces missing just when the meat was burned on the stove without a table. it's easy to be happy when you're young, to get one thing that's enough for a long time, to grow up, to become less and less aware of what happiness is. every time i think of the sweetness of the wine between the lips, the softness of the red sugar and the sweetness of the sweetness of the sweetness of the sweetness of the sweetness of the soup, which is left behind in the memory of childhood, everything has gone away, but it has become invisible. today, leaving their homes and living in a big city, they still miss the quiet breath of the country, although they are used to the taste of the city. in order to find out what it was like to be a taste bud, i made this red sugar roast for myself today。