# Turtle City

**Published by:** [fei](https://paragraph.com/@fei-4/)
**Published on:** 2022-09-30
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@fei-4/turtle-city

## Content

A mile away from my home, there is a small street called Wugui Temple, which is the intersection of several township roads in the west of the county, and it is very lively. Whether there is a temple with 5 osmanthus trees in this place is not known. The villagers prefer to call it "Turtle City". Turtle City once had a sales office of a supply and marketing cooperative, with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, hardware department stores, and even some toys and mini-books. It was the place I most yearned for when I was a child. But because I don't have money, I can only imagine in my mind that I have saved enough money through the glass, and take the villain book or flying chess from the salesperson... In addition to these, my favorite is the general canteen of the supply and marketing cooperative. . Compared with the dream of the glass in the window, the things here are more intuitive and more realistic, and you can smell the aroma, and the eyes, nose and even ears can be "toothed". There are no recipes in the cafeteria, and a small blackboard on the wall is written crookedly on the food that the buyer bought that day. The only things that can be made are twice-cooked pork, steamed pork, braised pork, Mapo tofu and so on.There are three stalls at the entrance of the canteen, one selling steamed vegetables, one selling sesame seeds, and one selling braised noodles, all of which are run by an uncle with a red nose. The uncle used to set up a stall at the Chenghuangmiao Night Market to sell noodles. Later, he was not allowed to set up a private stall, so he was recruited by the supply and marketing cooperative. Although the income was not as good as before, the wind and the rain did not rain, and he sold more and sold less. No nagging, and happy leisure - ostensibly looking after 3 businesses, but doing no more work than when I was doing it alone. Uncle's steamer often has no meat to steam, and the biscuits stall is only a little busy on the night before the Winter Solstice Festival. At that time, it was difficult to get mutton, but people who are nostalgic, sprinkle a few cilantro in the stick bone soup, and also pretend to be mutton soup for fun; and biscuits are the indispensable and only authentic actors in this imitation show . Therefore, the red-nosed uncle mainly takes care of the stewed noodles that he is best at. He has also become my favorite character. In my mind, his status is no less than that of the black-nosed uncle who makes sugar in the East Gate Bakery. People often say "this guy looks like he's drunk", and I think they're talking about Uncle Red Nose. Even if he doesn't drink, there is a bit of alcohol on his face. The big swollen nose squeezed two sullen eyes, like a fat cat who secretly drank glutinous rice. His head was shiny all year round, and his ears were like a couple who had just quarreled. A grey waistband, which might have been white, was tied around a balloon like a balloon, tied around his unstoppable waist, like a belly pocket—just stuff a big carp into his arms, and he's an older version. The Da Fu.

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