just bring pancakes, ok!

The other day, I had pancakes from Shandong. They were crisp. They were really delicious. They were brought back to me by my wife when she went to Qingdao to play. I couldn't see them in Beijing. Now it's well-made, boxed, very dry and moisture-free, and can be put away and eaten at any time if you want.

In my childhood memory, the pancakes I ate were soft. At that time, the country was poor and my family was poor. That is to say, there are so many times when adults lead them to eat, not only spending money, but also giving food stamps. I remember that the place where pancakes were made at that time was called pancake shop, where I tasted the fragrant, mellow and delicious pancakes and watched the master who spread the pancakes skillfully operate on the three-legged pan. It really felt beautiful, as if it were heaven and earth ... That wonderful moment happened in a small town by the Hulan River in Heilongjiang Province in the northeast.

Before you know it, the pancake shop disappeared. Later, with the passage of time, the beauty called Shandong Pancake gradually faded out of your memory.

Many years later, also in Beijing, one of the students who returned to school after the winter vacation came back from Dongning County, Shandong Province with a big bag weighing more than 3 kilograms. When I opened it, it was all big pancakes.