People in my hometown are good at making colorful and interesting fancy pastry. The locals all call it "Hua Bobo". This flower cake is not only varied, including pigeons, lotus flowers, gold ingots and peony flowers, but also delicious. It can be used to entertain guests on holidays and as a gift when visiting relatives.

when I was a child, my mother didn't have time to take care of me, so she sent me to my grandmother's house in the country. Living with my grandmother, I'm really full of food. Grandma is ingenious, especially good at studying food. Even though the conditions were not very good at that time, grandma cooked me good food every day in a different way. In my young heart, my grandmother's hand is a fairy wand. With a wave of fairy wand's hand and a spell, dishes of delicious food are freshly baked.

Grandma's flower cake is even more famous. On holidays or when people come to their homes, they all come to grandma for advice. Grandma "showed off" first, and then many people followed suit. What a spectacular scene! I always watch while grandma show her craft. Mixing dough, kneading dough, shaping and molding in one go, grandma's chic movements and proud expression made me enjoy it. When steaming, I always volunteer to look down on the cook, and then suck my nose pitifully, hoping to taste delicious food at the first time. When the first pot comes out, my grandmother will definitely give me a

"Little Lotus". I cheered and hugged my grandmother. Grandma lit my forehead and said with a smile, "You are so greedy!" " Then, I carefully held the "Little Lotus" and left happily.

Because I was in poor health since I was a child, I was always sick and needed to drink many bitter medicines. I'm always clamoring for it. But grandma coaxed me into drinking medicine "with ulterior motives". She would hug me gently, tell me jokes and sing funny nursery rhymes, which made me laugh. Then I took the opportunity to pour the potion into my open mouth. Before I knew it, the potion had been swallowed. When I got it, I was about to cry. A piece of My Sweetie's flower cake was stuffed into my mouth. I was so greedy that I forgot to cry. Look at my hand again. I don't know when a crying little man's face-shaped steamed bread appeared and giggled again.

a flower cake contains how much my grandmother loves me! Every time I eat the flower cake made by my grandmother, a kind face is reflected in my mind: "Remember? When you were a child, you loved to eat the flowers made by your grandmother! "