who called him an onion essence

In the early morning, there were very few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a few cat meows broke the tranquility, and it became silent again.After Yang Sheng washed hastily, he walked downstairs with a towel on his shoulder.Downstairs is his stewed vegetable shop. The shop is not too big. It has not been repaired much since it was handed down from the master. It still has a bright counter, a few red tables and a portrait of Guan Erye in the corner. Yang Sheng will not forget to open the shop. Put a stick of incense in front of you.

Yang Sheng didn't know how long Master had been here, and he didn't care about the old decoration of the shop. After all, some things got better with time, like an old shop, like the buckets of brine in the kitchen.The master is from Xiangjiang, taciturn, he only cooks good braised vegetables in his life, and he has a good apprentice.Yang Sheng has studied for seven or eight points, and he is not very talkative. Only when he stands in front of the shiny cutting board, will he show an unusual look - confident and arrogant.

After the master died of illness, the store belonged to Yang Sheng, along with the dark juice that had been deposited for a long time.There is a film and television city nearby. As one of the few highlights of this small city, it has stimulated the economic development of the surrounding areas.Although Yang Sheng's shop is small, it is very popular with those who are famous or unknown. From time to time, they would invite their friends to come over and buy three or two braised ducks, plus side dishes, so that they can fill up their five internal organs temple. .

If he hadn't come out of his old home and got into this industry by accident, Yang Sheng thought he would be working hard on a certain construction site.He is not highly educated, has no culture, and only has tendons from hard work.Therefore, every time it is hot, there are especially many female guests, who gather together and whisper, talking about his open collar and his sexy breasts.There was a rich woman with red nails who came to her door and offered to buy Yang Sheng for the rest of her life.But Yang Sheng shook his head, since he was a child, he dare not forget the down-to-earth family motto.Even if his parents left early, he didn't dare to take a wrong step.

Every morning like this, Yang Sheng yawned and went to the nearby market to pick out plump ducks, never letting up for a moment.The boss is familiar with him, and always gives the most affordable price, and then gives his wife who is selling melons and vegetables a look, reminding her to concentrate and not lose money in a flash.Yang Sheng didn't care about feelings, let alone other people's eyes, and returned to the store with his things after a few words.Just in time, the brine in the kitchen was bubbling and bubbling. According to Master's recipe, there were star anise, cumin, cardamom, cinnamon bark, old soy sauce, rock sugar... the aroma was intertwined with the duck's own fat, and the neighbors would wake up up.

There are also some offal, which are also put in together. The guests who greet and send off like them very much, and they are first-class with white rice.

Yang Sheng respects his master very much, and loves this store.Therefore, others laugh at him for being stubborn and stupid, but they also love him for following the ancient teachings, and can't help being fascinated by the taste of stewed vegetables.

He had been busy for a while, and before he knew it, the clock on the wall slowly reached eleven o'clock, and more and more people passed by.Yang Sheng is cold-tempered and lazy, he doesn't like to walk around, and he is the only one in the store, and the daily quota of stewed vegetables is sold out, and he is already too busy to sweat profusely, so he doesn't keep up with the trend of taking orders for takeaway.Customers who are really addicted to lo mei don't care about these things. From [-] o'clock in the morning until [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and then from [-] o'clock in the evening to [-] o'clock in the evening, there are people coming and going here, most of them come out during filming breaks and take away.Only the few who are free sit down and taste carefully.

At the busiest time, Yang Sheng had to pay attention to those female customers who came not only for braised vegetables, and dared not step out of the counter.They always seemed to be smoky by the heat in the shop, their cheeks were flushed, and they leaned over to let Yang Sheng cut the duck with a knife in a coquettish voice, and the bolder ones even wanted to reach out and take the opportunity to touch his exposed arm.Yang Sheng smiled and dodged it. He would feel uncomfortable if he got too close. It would be better to be comfortable with the ducks hanging on the hook.The sun was getting brighter, sweat kept flowing from his forehead and neck, and a large area of ​​the vest was wet, outlining the firm and full muscles underneath.Coupled with a healthy complexion, it naturally attracted the female guests to look like wolves, praising him for his masculinity.

After taking a short rest in the afternoon, the sky soon became dark, and guests came one after another. Yang Sheng cheered up and kept busy until seven or eight o'clock.Then close the door and clean up, and prepare things for tomorrow by the way, day after day, year after year.

This is his pure land, his destination in this small city.

Yang Sheng was never bored, at least he still had a friend, one just got in through the crack of the door, his paws were stained with mud, and he was meowing for him to clean it up.Yang Sheng picked up the fluffy cat and took it to the bathroom to take a bath. After the cat came out dry, he started to take care of himself.After washing his hair and stroking the stubble on his chin, he didn't feel tired, so he sat by the bed and read a book.

Maybe it was born like this, even though he saved money, Yang Sheng never thought of spending a lot on entertainment, at most buying some miscellaneous books.He doesn't like watching TV. The old TV in the living room is reserved for Master, facing the pictures on the wall.He would drive it for a while every night, just listening to the sound and reading a book, and his mood gradually calmed down.

The night was getting darker, sleepiness finally came slowly, Yang Sheng closed the book, and habitually glanced at the vase beside the bed.The bottle was filled with water, and the bulging round bag in the middle was a purple onion, which had sprouted long ago. The slender leaves emerged from the mouth of the bottle, but it did not bloom.Yang Sheng has raised it for several years, and has never seen a flower, but he never thought of throwing it away, after all, he has planted feelings.When he earned money and went back to his hometown to repair the house, he brought back a bag of things from the villagers, and there was this onion in it, round and round like a purple jade ball.Yang Sheng never wasted food. Although he thought it was strange, he didn't think too much about it, and wanted to cut it up for cooking that day.But when I started to move the knife, my hands slipped and I couldn't hold it down.I tried harder and almost cut my finger.

"This thing is a bit spiritual."

Thinking of this, Yang Sheng let go of the idea of ​​eating the onion, and casually threw it into an empty vase.He knew that hydroponic onions could bloom like hyacinths.

As a result, after all these years, the onion is still growing slowly, and it does not bloom.

Originally the vase was placed in the living room, but the cat always wanted to stretch out its paws to scratch it, and it was hot a few times, but it still never tired of it.Yang Sheng thought it was naughty, or maybe it was just fighting for favor, so reprimanding it didn't work.Later, he found that he couldn't smell the smell, so he simply moved the onion to his room, so the cat couldn't come in and make trouble.Afterwards, the onion grew faster, and began to have a faint spicy smell. Yang Sheng didn't know if this was normal, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

However, today he must be looking at the vase, his eyes full of disbelief.

There is a small cluster of flower buds on the top of the onion.

As if it grew out in a day, the buds are not big, but they are densely packed together.The color is very bright purple, which is really strange, the onion is purple, and the flowers are also in the same strain.Yang Sheng tentatively reached out to touch it, the buds trembled twice, and the spicy smell suddenly became stronger.A little farther away, and I can't smell it anymore.He was very curious, and he couldn't help looking forward to it. He suddenly remembered that when he was farming in his hometown, whenever the things in the field sprouted and bloomed, he couldn't help but smile.

What's more, it is a special purple onion.

Yang Sheng scratched his head, feeling a little hot, and picked up the remote control to turn on the air conditioner in the room.There was a creaking sound, and he went out and turned off the equally noisy TV.The master on the wall was still smiling slightly. Yang Sheng stood in front of the photo and closed his eyes silently.Then, when he came back into the room, the lights went out all of a sudden.

There are also bits and pieces of light outside the window, dimming one by one.

Yang Sheng, who fell into a deep sleep, is the most ordinary one in the small city. He runs a stewed vegetable shop, and there is never a shortage of customers in the shop.His house is not big, and he has a cat that runs out all day, with layers of meat on his stomach; there is also a special bottle of purple onion, which has a bunch of small flower buds today.

But he didn't know—

The moon poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the faint light fell on the ground, and the cat snored suddenly.The onions on the table shook their leaves, occasionally rolled into rolls, and then stretched out again.The bunch of flower buds opened slightly, the moonlight flowed in like water, and the purple onion devoured greedily, causing the slender leaves to rustle.After a while, it stopped moving, and when Yang Sheng turned over in a daze, he seemed relieved, and continued to face the moon and fill his stomach.

At the same time, the water in the bottle gradually decreased, Purple Onion moved his body unhappily, and finally gave up helplessly.During this time, it will remain in this humble vase, waiting for the moment to bloom.It smelled the increasingly intense spicy smell on itself, and could not help but sneezed softly.

Yang Sheng seemed to feel something, and frowned in his dream.

Another peaceful night.

Tomorrow morning, Yang Sheng should find that the buds of the purple onion have changed, and the color has become darker, like the vitality that has been accumulated for a long time, is about to gush out.