A big cake was an unforgettable encounter in Daxinganling. At that time, we were walking in the forest path in Xing Ling, Da 'an, and we were going to visit the ancient and mysterious Oruguya reindeer tribe. Suddenly found a group member missing, left and right, only to see her hand holding a big cake from Huang Chengcheng hurriedly catch up. The cake was very attractive. The teammates tore it apart and gave each person a piece. Everyone who ate it praised it: delicious, delicious. The cake is soft and flexible, and has a fresh and sweet smell of wheat milk. If I say again that this is the best bread I have ever eaten, you may think it is too exaggerated, but I can only tell you that it is true. Everyone asked the group members where they bought the cakes, and they all had to buy them. The group members said that they bought them at the gate of the mountain forest, roasted them and sold them, and people lined up to buy cakes. She finally bought this one. Time is limited, and the greedy ghosts who are still wanting more have to give up. It is said that the milk in the cake is deer milk. No wonder the flavor is so unique and memorable. Think of a sentence I read in an article: Great delicacy is among the people, so I believe it. Even in the mountains and forests, there are amazing delicacies hidden. Back in the city, when I walked into the gentle and sweet bakeries, all kinds of bread just baked were still full of fragrance and looked very attractive, but I knew that if they were imported seriously, they were often not as delicious as expected.