My favorite thing to do after school is to carry a small bamboo basket and dig wild vegetables in the field with my friends.
We are like a group of unrestrained deer, running in the endless wheat fields, and the relaxed feeling has not been realized for many years.
Spring is the season with the most wild vegetables. There are gray vegetables, noodles and shepherd's purse in the wheat field, water celery and black steps by the river, viola yedoensis and wild peas on the shore, and patches of dandelion, plantain and broom seedlings on the grass.
A few of our friends walked and played, and soon they could dig a small basket full of wild vegetables, which was very fulfilling.
Each wild vegetable has its own unique taste and different ways of eating.
Noodles and shepherd's purse are usually put in the noodle soup pot by mother; Oenanthe javanica is always blanched with hot water and then cooled; And plantagenet seedlings, in most cases, are made into steamed vegetables by their mothers.
There were not so many snacks when I was a child, and the fragrant steamed broom seedlings became the most unforgettable taste of my childhood. They can be used as staple food and snacks, and are available on almost every household's table.
I haven't eaten steamed broom seedlings for many years since I joined the work. The land near my hometown has been gradually eroded by factories and shops, and the plantagenet has disappeared.
Once I saw an old lady squatting by the roadside selling wild vegetables, all kinds of which were available, including a small pile of broom seedlings, which looked very fresh.
The green broom seedling reminded me, so I bought it and prepared to steam wild vegetables myself.
I took these plantagenet seedlings home, cleaned them, drained them and mixed them with some corn flour. Yes, it must be corn flour. My mother did the same thing when I was a child.
Then put the mixed plantagenet seedlings into a steamer and steam for 15 minutes. When eating, mix garlic juice with sesame oil. It tastes authentic, just like when I was a child.
After so many years, I can taste the plantlets of broom again, which is really a small fortune on the long road of life.