Press the mute button at night, and the screen shimmers with the paper bag at your fingertips. A weight of 108 grams, just enough to fill the palm of your hand; On the vermilion background, a splashed ink octopus bared its teeth and claws, as if trying to climb out of the packaging and sneak attack its taste buds. I call it "Eight Claw Burn", without prefix or hometown, just a bag of small crispy chips that I want to share with the world.

A "click" sounded like pushing open the city gate of old Beiping. The thin slices shattered into eight pieces between the teeth, and hot taste fireworks gushed out from the cracks: Sweet bean sauce took the lead, with a rich and mellow aroma of malt sugar; Immediately after, Sichuan peppercorns, fennel, and coriander seeds came out in a flurry, like the evening breeze of queuing up at the entrance of a hutong to buy grilled meat. The waves of numbness, spiciness, freshness, and sweetness overlapped, but they did not compete with each other. The non fried baking process creates golden bubbles in each slice, with an extremely light oil sensation, leaving only a pure dialogue between grains and spices.

The list of raw materials is clean like a note: big Rice noodles as the main character, potato powder as the supporting role, vegetable oil lightly spray, and then sprinkle with compound Beijing flavor seasoning. No preservatives, no pigments, antioxidants are just trace amounts of vitamin E, like a silent gatekeeper, ensuring that the flavor does not lose focus during the nine month shelf life. The nutrition column is also frank: 522 calories per bag, 7.8 grams of plant protein, satisfying cravings late at night without carrying heavy sins; 580 milligrams of sodium reminds you not to consume the entire package at once, leaving a way out for the kidneys. There are more than one way to eat it. The most satisfying thing is' straight throwing '- pouring it towards the mouth, debris falling on the pajamas like lights on a snowy night. Be gentle, it can be broken into small pieces and paired with black coffee, the bitterness and aroma of the sauce collide with the ambiguity that adults understand; Or crush and sprinkle on hot rice, and harvest a "crispy lid and water" in three minutes. If you haven't finished eating after opening, fold the bag twice, seal it with a hair clip, and keep the desiccant on guard. You can still hear a crisp echo the next day.

Some people taste the fat fragrance of the roast duck stand, and some people think of the sour and sweet cold light of the Tomatoes on sticks glass cabinet. The memory of taste does not have GPS, but it can instantly locate the old city in everyone's heart. Octopus Burning is like a key, opening not only the late night stomach, but also the soft nostalgia locked by the schedule.

When the ending melody plays, only empty bags and scattered debris remain at the fingertips. I patted my chest like closing a silent comic book. The neon lights outside the window are still flashing, and the Beijing flavor has turned into a warm numbness on my tongue, accompanying me towards the next episode of my life.