along the way, my father and I talked and laughed, and we were full of yearning for the delicious black rice. At this time, I asked my father how to make "black rice". It turns out that "black rice" is dyed and flavored with natural black herbs and wild plants, not dyed with pigment. Black rice is favored by everyone because of its unique fragrance of black leaves ... Dad started advertising with great interest. I quickly interrupted his "advertisement". I said that Dad would let me tell you the legend of "black rice". "Yes, yes, we are all ears," Dad said quickly. I cleared my throat and said, "In the past, when Emperor Xuanyu had no enlightenment, he taught outside and delivered food to Gaotang every day, but every time there was a robbery, the food was always stolen. What should I do?" After much deliberation, I finally figured out a way to dye the rice with black leaves, so that it was so dark that I couldn't see what it was and fooled the robbers. Because the rice in this way is sweet and delicious, it was soon spread.
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As I said, the destination was coming soon. When I entered the farmhouse restaurant, the aroma of black leaves jumped into my nose. I sniffed the aroma with my nose and followed it to the kitchen. Suddenly I saw a mother-in-law cooking black rice. I saw that she poured the good glutinous rice into the black leaf juice bucket. Somehow, the glistening glutinous rice became darker and darker, from white to deep purple. After the rice was soaked, it was steamed in a steamer. When the fire was almost steamed, I opened the lid of the steamer and saw the heat and aroma coming at the same time.
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I went back to the table and scooped up a spoonful of black rice. Looking closely, the rice grain was not as black as black beans, with some purple and blue, and it was shiny and crystal clear. At first, it was a little bitter, but all of a sudden it was bitter, and a faint fragrance echoed in my mouth. There was really a kind of "this thing should only be in heaven, but on earth." Then, I put a spoonful of white sugar in it, mixed it a few times, and ate it. The black rice with sugar was more sweet and delicious, and I ate it in big gulps. I ate three small bowls in a row and I was still wanting more. Dad looked at me like a greedy cat and took several "photos" for me in a row. Suddenly, I put down my chopsticks and said to my father, "The black rice we eat is not only rice, but also filial piety!" " Dad was stunned at first, and then smiled and said, "Good boy, you didn't eat for nothing. Yes," black rice "is not only named because of its peculiar taste, but also because of its" filial piety "!"
At the beginning of the lights, we also went home after a day's play. On the way, I missed the delicious black rice and looked at my parents who worked hard for me, and I realized its "filial piety" in my heart.