wherever you go, your hometown is always the closest place for everyone. When a person grows up, there is always some flavor, which can only stay in memories. No matter how many places you have been and how many delicious dishes you have eaten, what you miss most is the taste of your hometown. The delicious food in my hometown is one of my deepest homesickness. Time has stored those flavors in my stomach, leaving an indelible mark that will never disappear, such as this humble hometown flavor in the eyes of others-bean jelly.

? Decades of old flavor can haunt me and make my mouth water. After leaving my hometown for a long time, I will sprout an impulse to "return home in my dream" from time to time. Recently, the epidemic in Izaike, I feel busy all day, doing housework and cooking, urging girls to do their homework in class, and finishing their work tasks ... It is also an interesting thing to learn to cook some delicious food occasionally, which is a kind of enjoyment for me. Yesterday, I wanted to eat bean jelly from my hometown on a whim, so I learned to mix flour, wash face and steam gluten like my mother. Because it took several hours for the batter to precipitate, I called my mother and discussed the production details again. My brother and sister are good at making bean jelly. I used to wait and eat ready-made, but now I have to do it myself! In the evening, my sister-in-law personally instructed me to stir the bean jelly, and the girl grabbed the handle of the frying spoon happily. I poured the batter into the pot with my left hand and kept stirring it with my right hand. This is the most important link, and the hardness should be moderate, otherwise it will not taste good. The girl said, "Mom, you have to use the strength of sucking milk to refuel in front of the stove." The cooperation between the two girls is still tacit. By the time I was out of the pan, I was sweating. It was really painstaking to eat bean jelly!

early this morning, I saw it was quite successful and full of relief. I look forward to the family tasting it at lunch time. At noon, I cut the plate, mixed the juice and served it on the table. My husband said it was fine, but my girl said it was ok. Ha ha! It's the first time I did it, but I took the time and effort to do it with my heart. It's satisfying.