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Why do Chinese people love peanuts?

Time: 2024-02-25 09:23:30

Large peeled peanut kernels, stir fried until still snow-white, spread evenly on a white stone slab coated with oil, simmer rock sugar, pour evenly on the peanuts, let it cool, and scoop up. This type of peanut candy is crystal clear and transparent, does not require cutting with a knife. It is in large pieces and placed in a glass box. If you want to buy it, take out one piece and make an appointment now. The price is negotiable. Rock sugar is extremely crispy, and peanuts are very fragrant

In Wang Zengqi's memory, the fragrance of peanuts is mixed with the sweetness of rock sugar, emitting an extremely crisp and sparkling memory.

For Mr. Zhu Ziqing and Mr. Lao She, who love to drink lightly, peanuts are the gods of wine and food. "That smooth, that watery, that fragrant, and the dry and soft texture on the teeth!"

Peanuts, a food that almost everyone in China is familiar with, are interpreted with different flavors such as peanuts, peanut candy, peanut soup, and peanut butter, but they constitute the complex and emotional memories and emotions of Chinese people about peanuts.
"The taste is very fragrant and beautiful," from the invention of saltwater boiled peanuts recorded in the "Changshu County Annals" during the Ming Dynasty to the evolution of fried peanuts with a "sweet aroma like pine nuts" flavor, peanuts were destined to be the crispy protagonist on the table from the time they were introduced.

As Cai Lan wrote, "Put a small stove on the table, put a clean and broken roof tile on top, buy a pound of clams, wipe them with a toothbrush until they shine, soak them in salt water for two to three hours, and let them spit out the old mud. Finally, calmly place one, grill it over low heat, with a" boom "sound, the shell opens, and the fresh meat inside is fat and sweet. After eating it, take another sip of old wine, and we can talk until dawn patiently.", There are very few people who cook the next dish of wine and food.
Peanuts are not like pickled goods that require preparation and time-consuming waiting, nor are they like hard dishes that require cooking. They also fill their stomachs in just a few bites, leaving no place for good wine to fall into their stomachs. Whether it's fireworks stalls or restaurant tables, as long as there is wine, there is its presence.

A friend from Shandong likes to call peanuts "Jindao", which means they have a large amount of peanuts.

"Even if you keep nagging," from the beginning to the end of the banquet, from sober to slightly tipsy, a plate of peanuts always accompanies you to the end.

The fried peanuts are moist and crisp. When they are out of the pot, they splash oil stars, sprinkle a handful of salt, and kill Baijiu. One mouthful of peanuts and one mouthful of wine, which is more delicious. In the acrid and crispy taste confrontation, they feel pity for each other, just like cherishing the debate between the Korean government and Qi Shaoshang. They only say that the bosom friend is rare, and they sigh that it is too late to meet each other.


In Northeast China, the integration of flower and hair is a tacit understanding when making plans to drink with friends. Putting a piece of peanuts and edamames together is called a flower hair integration. The emerald green shell peels off, and the edamame remains crispy and flavorful, with a sound that moves for thousands of miles; The tender yellow coat wraps around the peanut kernels, making them salty, fragrant, and soft.

The pleasure of eating flower hair lies in the process of peeling it. With each squeeze, a delicious kernel pops out, and at the end of the peeling, one can still savor the aftertaste of the index finger. Those who achieve great things can also retain the fragrance of small details.

Life should be vigorous, flowers and fur should be integrated. In the night market world, peanuts are the fireworks heroes who walk side by side with edamames. They are classic, reliable, and timeless.

Drinking beer, masturbating meat skewers, and peeling flower hair as a time assassin.

The rigid social clock briefly slips, and the brain needs to remember it seriously