Self-confidence, good food is nothing more than three, one for the hungry only to eat for the sake of fruitfulness; two for the taste, carefully selected, for that mouth-watering delicacies; then, not for the hungry, not for the taste, to attract them to only say is the food of the feelings.

Home on the tip of the tongue, with its unique flavor, like a light cloud of light smoke, light percolation in my heart.

Jiangnan rainy season, a few tiles more patter, according to the haze of smoke and clouds, quietly turned into the green hall, moss slippery like soft mud, can not help but slow down the pace, smelling the aroma of grass and wildflowers, listening to the sound of the rain, and gradually saw a familiar figure. "Grandma!" The old man greeted smilingly. Not long after, entering the house, a fragrance of grass hit his face. "Eat green dumplings!" I couldn't wait to pick one up and take a bite, "It's so delicious!" I could see the wrinkles on my grandmother's face resembling a clear spring after a rain, rippling with joy.

Early spring mugwort, gently pinch the overflow of juice, and then stirred with rice flour, with delicious fillings, placed in the steamer slowly steamed, slowly steamed out of the breath of spring, steamed out of the taste of love, I never thought, this taste is so rich that I will never forget.

There is a conch at home, often play with the hands, put in the ear, unexpectedly, the sound of the familiar and distant sea, so people can not help but remember the past back to the grandmother's home. Before and after the Spring Festival, the countryside is also bustling with lights and colors. Dreaming of returning to his hometown is how many travelers eagerly look forward to murmur: "country accent does not change sideburns", yes, love, hometown of a grass and trees, not better than the delicate, but the most dense neighborhood flavor of the fields, bathing in the sun, sprinkled with shade, as if people are generally thankful, dedication, silence and obscurity, do not thing to make a fuss; neighbors of the sentence of instructions, the simple and unsophisticated, but most of all, the most important thing. The simple and unadorned, but the most can brush away the exhaustion of the body running around. Thinking about going back home, we laughed and laughed along the way, forgetting the distance of the journey in the hustle and bustle. When I got off the bus, I ran like a deer and came to my grandmother's house, which is halfway up the mountain.

"Dinner is served!" Accompanied by that familiar words and through the loving voice, a bowl of steaming hot Suo noodles immediately attracted me, I can not help it, a moment to finish eating, wiping the mouth to look up, looking at the grandmother is grinning. The sea wind on the mountain is strong, but at this time, but it seems to be the bowl of noodles of the heat away.

Traditional noodles are soft and chewy, and when they are cooked in the soup, all kinds of seafood and vegetables are added, and then a nice egg is beaten on them, and as they are cooked for a long time, the noodles slowly absorb the freshness and flavor of the ingredients, and even more so, they are infused with the feelings of the people who cook them.

The fragrance of the soup remains, and the warmth of the soup is always fresh.

While I don't live in my hometown, it has a unique way of linking up the beautiful memories in my heart. Eileen Chang said: "because of a person, in love with a city", perhaps sometimes it is exactly this way, a place that you miss, so that you are haunted, not because of the scenery, but because there are people related to their own, as well as that can not let go of the memories and full of affectionate flavor ... ... ...Mugwort turquoise juice stained green the ancient bricks, the fresh flavor of the noodle soup sucked the depths of the sea charming breath, the tongue of those unforgettable delicious, just the heart of the long treasured the friendship.