Every time I go back to my hometown, I must eat the sesame seed cake from Tuozi's house in Zhuangshang. (The boss has a hunchback, and everyone calls him Tuozi's house, which has become the name of the store)

Mom always says, what's delicious? Greasy, doesn't that baked biscuit in that oven smell good? No, it's also a sesame seed cake! I have to queue up to buy a camel's house.

she doesn't understand.

Not to mention that Tuozi's baked wheat cake was baked in the oven, and its taste is naturally different from that of the oven. It smells like fireworks, even more like childhood!

when I was young, I expected rain the most. When it rains, my parents can sleep late, and then give me 35 cents to buy breakfast on the way to school.

Usually, I buy sesame seed cake, Long Hudou (lard residue) or shredded radish, and the waiting time is always long. I don't worry about being late, because there is a breakfast for eating out, and the speed of going to school is always fast.

when baked, wrapped in a newspaper, and still scalding your hands, send them to your mouth. Eating them while they are hot is the most fragrant. Eat them while walking, and you will arrive at school just after eating. As soon as the newspaper is thrown, the mouth is wiped on the sleeve, and the breakfast is over, perfect!

Last time I bought 21 sesame cakes at once in my hometown, I thought I would put them in the refrigerator. When I wanted to eat them, I would bake them in the oven to relieve my lovesickness. But the taste is different after all, and there is no freshly baked fragrance.

Now the camel's body is failing. His wife is making stuffing, mixing noodles and so on, and the taste is not as good as before.

maybe, in a few years, when I go back, there will be no baked wheat cake to eat. This smell can only be hidden in memory.