Fish noodle is a specialty of my hometown, which is very popular among local people. Whenever I remember fish noodles, the sweetness of the flavor seems to throb on my tongue, reminding me of the scene when my family and I were enjoying this delicious food together.

According to historical records, my hometown is the birthplace of fish noodles, with a processing history of more than a thousand years. Fish noodles are made of fresh fish, pork, sweet potato starch, salt and other main raw materials, using traditional folk handmade, is a pure natural green key to health food.

Whenever I go back to my hometown, I always pester my grandmother to make fish noodles for me to eat, and I am even more curious about how my grandmother made fish noodles! Grandma said: "The selection of materials to make fish noodles is very delicate, the fish must be fresh and live fish caught and killed, so as to ensure that the meat is tender and healthy, but also choose to refine the sweet potato starch, so that the fish noodles smooth, chewy texture. The practice of fish noodles in a nutshell there are kneading, rolling, steaming, cutting, sunshine and other processes refined; the shape resembles ordinary noodles, but more delicate, fish flavor."

I remember one time my grandmother and uncle took me to the edge of our own pond and fished out a few big, live grass carp with a fishing net. At the edge of the pond I grabbed a fish, it jumped and splashed me a face of water, water droplets slipped off, I clearly see my grandmother's athletic stance, she held a knife in one hand and a fish in the other hand, the knife in the fish back and forth to remove the fish scales it! There was a big stone mill in the courtyard, and my uncle and I put the fish that my grandmother had chopped up into the stone mill and pushed the stone mill to grind the fish into mush. My aunts and uncles sang an old song as we ground the fish, "The rolled noodles are like paper, the cut noodles are like flowery paper, they are rolled around in the pot, and they are served in the bowl like peonies". I sang along with everyone else in the local dialect. Because I don't speak the dialect of my hometown very well, I made my aunts and uncles laugh.

The most crucial step in fish noodle making, I think, is to make the noodles! I saw my grandmother pouring the right amount of starch, salt and water into a basin, then pouring in the ground fish, so that the starch and fish are fully integrated in the kneading, and finally kneaded into a large dough, and then cut into small dough of the same size. I followed my grandmother's example and rolled the dough into a pancake, rolled it into a roll, and put it into a steamer basket and steamed it for about 1 hour. Steamer on the flow of steam mist emitted a burst of fish noodle aroma enveloped the entire kitchen, I like a mouth-watering little greedy cat around the steamer in circles. Grandma said with a smile, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and it's the same with work, you have to take every process seriously to do everything right."

The fish noodles I've been longing for finally came out of the cage, and I excitedly sat down at the table, looked at the table full of dishes, and couldn't wait for the fish noodles to appear. But Grandma said, "You have to cut the fish noodles into thin slices before drying them, and stew them with pork ribs or chicken, lamb or beef." I was a little disappointed, but still looking forward to the fish noodles appearing on the table. My aunt and uncle even jokingly said, "Let your mom learn how to make fish noodles from your grandmother, so you can have fish noodles whenever you want." I thought to myself, "Let your mom learn how to make fish noodles, and how long will it take before I can eat them? I did not expect Grandma like magic, to bring a large irrigation of fish noodles chicken soup, a burst of strong flavor came to my nose, smelled this refreshing taste, I was surprised to jump into the arms of Grandma.

We sat around happily and savored the fish noodles made by my grandmother. The long fish noodles were on my tongue, and I didn't gulp them down, I took one bite at a time like eating noodles, slowly sucking and chewing on this delicacy that was full of affection. And my aunt and uncle were eating fish noodles while drinking the old family mellow old rice wine, it is really doubly cool.

Mom really learned to make fish noodles! And the fish noodles fried, fried, and sprinkled some five-spice powder on the fish noodles. But I don't think it's as delicious as Grandma's, but the taste of fish noodles on the tip of the tongue is unforgettable, and that happy and joyful time will always remain in my heart.