Chapter 688 683. Sentimental Killer

"What astronaut?"

The staff member took the phone and took a look.

I found out it was a video on Doudou.

Looking at the search box again, Old Man Huang specifically searched for the three words "Tangdundun".

The first one found.

This is a short video released by the Space Center.

Just posted today.

#Please eat a sweet potato cake for your childhood self##Tang Dun Dun#Have you all eaten the sweet potato cakes of childhood? Our astronauts have already eaten them.

The half-minute video mainly introduces the canteen and meals at the space center, and sweet potato pancakes appear in it.

This is a life display video, taking advantage of the popularity of sweet potato cakes from childhood.

But the fact that he has the Tangdundun label speaks volumes.

Their sweet potato cakes are made with sugar-coated sweet potatoes.

The golden color when fried, the syrup hanging on the skin, and the orange-red, soft and fiberless appearance when broken open are all characteristics of Tang Dun Dun.

Looking at the comments again, I found that it was discovered. Many people said that the astronauts have already eaten it, so I want to buy it and eat the same thing; the astronauts have arrived, so how long can mine be far behind.

There are also a large number of people posting photos, holding the same sweet potato cakes, fried sweet potato cakes, sweet potato cakes that look like sesame cakes, and even sesame cakes directly, and some are holding roujiamo.

The staff of Mianzhu Academy of Agricultural Sciences gave a thumbs up in their hearts and praised secretly, saying it was really amazing.

Then he said to Mr. Huang: "This is the manufacturer's promotion. Don't worry, it has definitely not started selling yet. Let's wait for a few days to see the market reaction. We have made a plan and will let you know if it succeeds..."
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In fact, he was wrong.

It really wasn’t a promotion done by Luo Yihang.

It was completely spontaneous.

The origin of this story is a diary written by Teacher Xue before, and the comment below.

[When I was a kid, I didn’t have any pocket money, so I went to see my grandfather who made fried sweet potato cakes every day. One day, he gave me one. It was so sweet... I missed home.]

[I want to treat my childhood self to a sweet potato cake]

About feelings, about nostalgia, about the past, about hometown, and about childhood memories.

It will always resonate.

I think of my little self, carrying a big schoolbag, and happily running out of the campus when the school bell rang.

Either at the school gate or on the way home, there are simple stalls selling simple snacks.

It smells delicious and sweet, tempting my hungry self.

He took out a crumpled bill from his pocket and gave himself some change from his mother before leaving. He bit his finger and looked around.

Today, to whom should we give this precious thing?

Today, which delicious food should you choose to reward your precious self?
For example, golden, crispy and soft sweet potato cakes...

Adults can't stand this.

Many people began to speak.

Some said that they were sensible children, and that their younger brother would cry, throw things, and make a lot of noise, but their parents would satisfy all their requests and that they would always get pocket money.

But I only got one compliment: Youyou is really sensible.

But never had any pocket money.

After school, I saw my classmates buying snacks and I felt greedy and wanted to eat some too.

But I have no money. Whenever my good friends invite me to go out with them, I can only say, I don’t want to, I’m not hungry.

I thought so too.

Now that I have a job and I have money, I should treat my childhood self to all the snacks I long for.

……

I am in my forties and no one will treat me as a child anymore except myself.

Growing up, a scary word, means the carefree life is gone, and willful dependence and unfettered dreams disappear little by little.

Many times I want to say something, but I feel like there is nothing to say, and I don’t know where to start. I talk about trivial things and nag about them, but no one wants to listen to me.

Just hold it in, hold it in, as the days go by, you will forget about it as time goes by.

Today I saw a sweet potato pancake and I got it, and I can talk about it with my younger self.

I'll take a bottle of wine, you take a bag of candy, let's find a place where no one is around to chat, you talk about failing the exam, the pretty girl in the class, and wanting to kick the principal's ass. I'll talk to you about some nonsense.

We won't hide anything from each other.

At worst, I can treat you to another piece of sweet potato cake.

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There were no sweet potato pancakes when I was a child.

Only grilled sausages.

I like grilled sausage the most.

Every day when I go to school, I count on my fingers.

There are five classes left before school is over, and then we can eat sausages.

There are still four classes left after school, and then we can eat sausages.

Counting one class after another.

After school, I was the first one to rush out of the classroom.

I still remember that the sausage shop was the third one at the school gate. It was a small shop with a sausage machine on the glass counter.

The person running the store was an old lady whose appearance I can no longer remember.

All I remember is that the grilled sausages they had were really thick, with the skin bursting open, and they cost two yuan each, skewered with bamboo sticks.

The first bite was so hot that I exhaled deeply.

A mouthful of thick gravy burst in my mouth, and oil dripped from the corners of my mouth to the front of my school uniform. There were always a lot of oil spots on the front of my school uniform.

I will take a big bite of it when I take the first bite. It smells so good.

Later, I would bite it bit by bit, looking for the meat tendons hidden in the sausage, and every time I found them, I would be happy for a long time.

I will eat one sausage all the way to my doorstep, and eat the last one, no matter how much, in one bite before going upstairs.

The sausage was already cold by then, but it tasted good even when cold.

……

When I was a child, there were no sweet potato cakes. The most delicious thing available at the school gate was brown sugar rice cake.

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When I was a child, I ate glutinous rice cakes, which were sticky and had red bean paste in the middle.

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My mom’s sweet potato pancakes are the best…
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Simple sweet potato pancakes.

It brought back countless memories and thoughts.

A topic quietly popped up.

#Please give your childhood self a sweet potato cake#
Many people share here.

Share your stories, share your memories.

I’d like to share with you the delicious foods I bought today, including sweet potato cakes, grilled sausages, rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, etc.

What you eat is not food, but your hometown, your childhood, and the carefree past that you can never get back...

This trend is growing.

Various food bloggers took the lead and filmed videos to recreate the food of their childhood.

Then cultural and tourism companies from various places appeared and introduced local snacks.

Subsequently, public accounts, marketing accounts, writers, internet celebrities, and opinion leaders emerged one after another.

Publish articles from various dimensions such as nostalgia, childhood, hometown, family affection...

Netizens love to read this kind of topic, as it is non-controversial and does not involve quarrels. Everyone is having fun. Although the statistics may not go up very high, it is very useful in attracting fans.

Qingyin Agriculture has been busy introducing the production and technology of Tangdundun.

When I got back, I saw that my boss had caused such a big commotion just by making a snack.

Not being able to take advantage of this popularity is more painful than losing money.

You have to do it. You can't let others enjoy all your popularity.

The time for the free ride is set on the day when Tang Dun Dun is released...

(End of this chapter)