I saw Funing cake in the vegetable market at the door, which reminded me of eating Funing cake in my hometown when I was a child. Funing cake is made in my hometown of Funing, northern Jiangsu, and my hometown is in the small village of Chenji, Funing. Our family is one of the few people in the village who make Funing cake for a living. From grandfather to grandfather to father, the three generations of ancestors were all farmers, and making Funing cake can be said to be a family sideline.

My grandfather died early, and when he was sensible, according to adults, he was not even born when he died-he didn't even see his own father, let alone me, a great-grandson. Although grandpa's skill in making this Funing big cake did not come directly from his grandfather, it was not difficult to make Funing big cake in his hometown, not to mention that there were still many outstanding Funing big cakes in our Zheng family at that time, and grandpa's own thinking and research made it easy to get started. I didn't expect grandpa to grope for it for almost half a century and do it for a lifetime.

I grew up eating grandpa Funing cake. I heard that I cried badly when I was born. At that time, there was no milk in our family. But I have a grandfather who makes Funing cake. So grandpa used it to feed Funing big cake into my small mouth, and I was quiet. Looking at his grandson, Grandpa was happy to laugh ... In this way, there was a small mouth to eat Funing cake in this farmhouse, which made a living from Funing cake. From the day my tongue began to know how to distinguish and taste all kinds of flavors, I wrote down the taste of Funing big cake made by my grandfather-just one word, sweet and waxy. After getting up every morning, I hold a small bowl next to my grandfather, waiting for Funing big cake to be "out of line". Grandpa always squints and looks at his greedy grandson cheerfully. In this way, grandpa's white beard and hair, as well as the crystal clear Funing cake, became the purest sky in my childhood.

I grew up eating Funing cake, but I don't know the "procedure" of making Funing cake. However, I have a deep memory of my grandfather's cautious and serious efforts in Funing University. From grinding rice to rice flour and then steaming cakes, you have to be careful at every step. Grandpa never allows me to fool around. At that time, I kept muttering in my heart: Is it because Funing cake is easy to break in my hand? With this question in mind, I have secretly "attempted" to hold Funing Big Cake on my small hand many times, but every time I just met it and held it in my hand, the big cake scalded me to the ground. For this reason, I ruined a lot of Funing cakes, and of course I was scolded by my grandfather. After grandpa scolded me, he smoked a pipe with one hand and toyed with my little hand with the other. After spitting a smoke turn, he muttered: Woods, your hands are not used to make Funing cakes, no ... "Maybe grandpa is right. Otherwise, why does he have a good hand with Funing big cake? The steaming grill is so easy in grandpa's hands. I used to secretly compare my small hand with grandpa's big hand. I always wondered why grandpa's palm was full of hard and prickly calluses, so I was not afraid of scalding when I took Funing big cake, but my small hand could not afford Funing big cake. This is a problem that I always puzzled when I was a child. Today, I learned that my grandfather wouldn't say, and he couldn't tell me such profound truths as "making a big cake should be as meticulous as being a man". Such words do not belong to my grandfather who has a big cake in Funing. Grandpa is just a farmer. In his eyes, making a big cake may only be equivalent to a farm job. Grandpa passed it on to me, only the cautious and earnest energy when making Funing big cake-like the sweet and waxy big cake, I will never forget it.

My father left my hometown and came to a big city like Shanghai, where I studied and grew up. I haven't eaten Funing big cake for many years. Today, I saw the familiar Funing big cake in the market in big cities. I watched my fellow villagers add a lot of candied accessories to the big cake cut by the machine. Although it was a bit strange, I bought a packet of freshly cut Funing big cake, but I couldn't find the taste of my grandfather making Funing big cake in my mouth. Is it because the taste has changed or I am picky? I take it home and give it to my father and brothers and sisters to taste, but they all say it tastes good and the food is delicious. But why didn't I feel it? Is it that Funing cake has gone bad? Certainly not. When my father tasted it, he said: The big cake made by my grandfather was delicious in my hometown. At this time, I finally understood that grandpa's Funing big cake has a taste, which is a very special taste, called the taste of hometown. This taste contains love for hometown, nostalgia for hometown, and yearning for relatives. Funing big cake conveys a feeling that is hard to give up. It is the feeling of hometown, and this feeling is affection.