In winter, people in Tokyo will make "pai pot", peeled pork with tofu, onion, cabbage, a pot of stew, a family stretching dumplings around the stove, this is the high-end version of the deep Sichuan. Thinking of the scorpions in deep Sichuan, I will always fantasize about the scene of the Edo years. When the morning sun is good, the hawkers in Edo push a rickshaw full of scorpions and scorpions, and find a nest under the shade of trees. Someone came to buy a large handful of cockroaches, with a knife to chop the shell, peel the meat, fingers up and down, silent and quiet. Not far away, there are crowds driving the sea, and children fishing on the beach, all shining under the sun.