I once bought a Compendium of Materia Medica at the supermarket for 2 yuan. This thin compendium of materia medica tells me that onion is also called heshi grass and deer fetus. Liu Er from our village told me that men should eat more onions, one for a winter. At the turn of autumn and winter, Liu Er can often eat a plate of scallions with sauce for a meal, which shows how hard Liu Er works. As a single man, I don't care much about whether my mouth stinks or not when I'm not socializing. Similarly, I don't care much about hard work. I don't like Liu Er eating onions, but I just can't accept the spicy taste of onions. I can't eat them right in front of my eyes, it's more choking than white wine. Dipping green onions in sauce should be a way of eating in Shandong, nourishing one side and the other. It is said that the green onions in that area are as tall as trees, sweet and thick, and they are good table wine. However, this kind of onion doesn't seem to have the special effect that Liu Er said, but there is a saying that the more scallions dip in the sauce, the fatter they get. One summer, I passed a small village on the Guanzhong Plain and saw a child wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and knitting the sky. He has a big white steamed bun in one hand and a white-leafed green onion in the other. He ate it with joy. For many years, he couldn't forget this photo. When I was a child, I always couldn't tell the difference between onions and garlic seedlings, so I always carried an invisible burden in my heart. Until many years later, I took a girl to the countryside to play. When the girl danced in front of a large wheat field and shouted for a photo with leek, I smiled and silently gave her the burden she had borne for many years. I have not heard from her for years. I don't know whether she is doing well or not, and I don't know whether she is still walking alone with that burden on her back. I have always thought that the first person to shout out the word "green age" was either a taciturn Lickitung or a genius. Every time I meet this word, I can't help but see a green, misty rain, maybe wet, maybe distressed, maybe cold, and shed a handful of crystal tears, but in that lush field, there is always a beautiful flower in full bloom, which will never fade in the dusty years. In the vegetable market of this city where I live, there are two kinds of onions, one is fresh and tender onion with the thickness of chopsticks, and the other is onion with the thickness of mop rod. When I go shopping occasionally, I will pick the strongest scallion. Man, who doesn't like to be short and fat? There is nothing wrong with being ready at all times. The vegetable seller always asks me enthusiastically if I want to break the leaves. Then I neatly pinched the end of an onion and handed me a stick-shaped onion. It's okay to beat the dog. Actually, I don't like such bare onions. I never buy onions in the supermarket because the onions in the supermarket are too clean and tidy. In Peacock Flying Southeast, beauty is described as "cutting the roots of onions". The neatly tied onions in the supermarket always make me feel as if I saw a bunch of women's slender fingers, an imaginative single man. When I see these onions that look like women's fingers, I will unconsciously think of the white arms connected to the fingers, and then I will unconsciously think of the warm body connected to the arms ... After thinking so much, do you think you can still drill into the kitchen to cook? Therefore, I never buy onions in the supermarket. When I came home the other day, I saw the old lady across the hall sorting out a large bundle of onions at the door, all of which were thick and complete. The long beard of every onion is so vivid. When finished, the old lady put the onion at the door. I hid behind the cat's eye for a long time and recited the famous words of the leader, just to suppress the impulse to steal two onions. But the word stealing is exciting to think about. One year in Inner Mongolia, I saw an onion, which looked similar to our common onion, but the color was purple. The locals call it red onion, which tastes spicy and choking. The locals say that white onions are used for cooking and red onions are used for stuffing. This jiaozi steamed stuffed bun with onion as mutton stuffing is almost a perfect match, which can not only remove the fishy smell of mutton, but also add an indescribable delicacy. I seldom eat mutton at ordinary times, but I ate jiaozi or steamed stuffed buns stuffed with red onion mutton every day in those days. There is a famous dish on the rivers and lakes called Qinglong Crossing the River. It is said to be a bowl of oil flower soup with a onion placed horizontally. The legendary swordsman is full of domineering. One of my favorite songs is called "The Song of Cutting Onions". A few years ago, I was very keen on cell phone jokes, and one joke won my favor. This joke goes like this: I am an onion, standing in the wind and rain, whoever takes me and soy sauce, I fuck his ancestors! I walked south, crossed north, drank water behind the toilet, ran over my leg on the train track and kissed a fool. Is this onion good enough? When the oil in the pot begins to smoke, throw a handful of chopped onions, which are crunchy and oily. This is the legendary explosion of incense. At that moment, hatred will disappear, honor and disgrace will be forgotten, and there is only a wisp of onion fragrance between heaven and earth. There is a well-timed two-part allegorical saying: Onions in winter-the roots are burnt and the heart is rotten. I take this two-part allegorical saying as my encouragement this winter. I have seen such a conversation:-I treat you like an onion. Do you really think you can cook? -How do you know I'm an onion? I've been pretending These two simple conversations tell us that garlic and onion are inseparable. There is also an idiom that garlic is sold with onions. When I was a child, I guessed a riddle: seven or eight brothers sat around the pillar, and when everyone broke up, their clothes were torn. The answer to this riddle is garlic. When I was a child, I seldom had a meal in jiaozi. Jiaozi's dipping sauce should be carefully prepared with garlic vinegar Chili sauce. On holidays, my family eats jiaozi, and I am undoubtedly a garlic-masher. While chanting this riddle, I tore the clothes of garlic, and then put a bare white and tender garlic clove in a thick garlic mortar, covering the mouth of the garlic mortar with one hand and pounding garlic with the other. That's one of the things I didn't like to do when I was young. At that time, in this season, my mother would soak a few full and complete garlic in a plate of clear water. Garlic will sprout and turn green in a few days, and soon it will grow into a pot of garlic seedlings, which is very pleasing to the eye. When my mother cooks, she will cut a handful of garlic sprouts at will, wash them and chop them up, and put them in noodles or soup, which is very eye-catching and increases appetite. Many people did this in those days. In that era of material poverty, it was the simplest pursuit of a better life. I have special feelings for daffodils. It is estimated that when I was a child, I faced the garlic roots that fell from my home every day and looked like daffodils. According to historical records, garlic was introduced into Guanzhong area of Shaanxi Province from the Western Regions by Zhang Qian of Lao Zhang's family in Han Dynasty, and then spread to all parts of the country. China is one of the countries with the largest garlic planting area and output in the world. According to my Compendium of Materia Medica, garlic also has a very awesome name, called meat dish. In my memory, when I was a child, I went to my grandfather's house or relatives' house in the countryside around the Spring Festival. I always see a long string of red peppers and a long string of full garlic cloves hanging on the doorframe, which indicates the joy of harvest. In recent years, I have been going to the countryside less, and it seems that I will never see such a picture again, but to be honest, it really feels good. There is a saying that eating noodles instead of garlic is equivalent to talking nonsense. There is another saying: a bowl of noodles and a head of garlic can't change a county magistrate. In this city where I live, which is mainly made of pasta and rich in garlic, every year when new garlic comes on the market, I want a bowl of refined biangbiang noodles and eat a few mouthfuls of noodles, just a round, moist and spicy garlic. Drink a few mouthfuls of hot noodle soup after eating, and I'm anxious. There is also a special kind of pasta in this city, called mashed garlic noodles, which is closely related to garlic. In the days when garlic was cruel to you, I saw such a painful sentence on the Internet: I found that my girlfriend began to urge me to buy a house quickly, and she stopped mixing garlic for me after eating jiaozi. Life without garlic seems really difficult. Every time I go to some small restaurants in other places, I find that many people, like me, have a habit passed down from generation to generation, that is, they must eat a few cloves of garlic, which can be disinfected and sterilized. Many years ago, I had a toothache. An old man gave me a prescription for a serious illness, eating burnt garlic. I have forgotten whether the toothache has been cured, but it is true that I ate a lot of roasted garlic. Now some barbecue stalls, including Japanese food, have roasted garlic, but I always feel that it doesn't have the stirring taste I remember. Of course, everything should be in moderation, and eating too much garlic will make you uncomfortable. As the saying goes, onions are spicy, garlic is spicy, and leeks are spicy. Zhou Libo, who came out once in a hundred years, once said: Eat only garlic, no matter how smelly others smell; Drinking coffee means swallowing the bitterness and spreading the fragrance to the world. To this, Degang Guo, the bald head, responded: Drinking coffee is elegant, and eating garlic is vulgar. Mr Gorky taught us: Fuck your grandmother's chicken. Someone wrote a poem: Ten years of life and death, Zhou Libo, Degang Guo. Smells like garlic and says it smells like coffee. Even if you don't know each other when you meet, you wear a coat and he wears a skirt. I once read a report on the Internet that a Japanese scientist has cultivated a tasteless garlic, which is called the gospel of garlic lovers. I said, fuck your grandmother's chicken. This is the function of garlic. There is a story in Little Guang Lin. A person with bad breath asks others if there is a good way to cure bad breath. Someone replied to eat garlic. People with bad breath don't like the taste of garlic. Someone replied: garlic stinks, but it still stinks.