There are many delicious foods introduced below. lz can choose one or several of them to write this composition according to his familiarity and liking. Delicious steamed buns are often said to be delicious, but I have never tasted them and I don't know what they taste like. This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed bun shop to open my eyes and eat my fill. I finally got what I wanted that day. The steamed buns were whisked and thin-skinned, and there seemed to be a bag of juice in them. They were small and exquisite, shaped like a pagoda, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, with a burst of fragrance on the top of the pagoda overflowing with the wind and similar in shape to steamed buns. No wonder they were called steamed buns. Generally, there are ten buns in a cage, each of which is like a small snowball, but there is a bumpy place on it. I was intoxicated by the aroma before it came up. I can't wait to swallow the whole steamed buns in one gulp. A cage of steamed buns came up, and I sat in a chair. The steamed buns gave off a faint fragrance. As soon as I smell this fragrant smell, I can't help eating it in big gulps. No sooner had he picked up a "chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth than he began to fight back. My stomach is growling with hunger at this moment, and I can't wait to enlarge my mouth and swallow four small steamed buns in one gulp. So I carefully picked up the steamed buns with chopsticks, because I took a small bite and the juice ran into my mouth like a horde. I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it into my mouth. The meat stuffing was loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, its meat was suddenly loose and delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed buns, you should first lick some vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat." The delicious essence of steamed buns is in the soup. I eat according to my mother's method. The soup is fresh, thin and tender. It's really delicious. Sure enough, I don't know if I don't eat steamed buns for a while, but I can't forget them once I eat them. I wolfed it down. Its meat is very full, a bite of fresh, thick and salty makes you want to eat it. So I pestered my mother to buy another guest. When my aunt brought it with a smile, how could I let it go? After eating one after another, I was full of fragrance and smacked my lips, and I couldn't help but praise: "Beauty! It's really delicious. " In the blink of an eye, I wiped it out again, touched my bulging belly, added a mouth, and the rest was unfinished. How's it going? Are you excited? It's better to go west and east and eat steamed buns in your hometown!