by Baimuchuan If memory has a flavor, what kind of flavor would it be?——————I pushed the door open and saw my grandma busy in the kitchen, her thin figure spinning like a small top, her face

It is the look of happiness.

The kitchen is filled with fragrance, and the pork rib soup in the pot emits white smoke in the cold winter, and the strong fragrance hits your nostrils.

Grandma was cleaning the chicken wings. Her old hands were in sharp contrast with the chicken wings in the vegetable basin. Grandma saw me coming in and smiled happily at me. Her face was full of wrinkles, but her smile was very kind.

It was a very heartwarming scene, but I was so sad that I wanted to cry.

Grandma, your granddaughter is back to see you.

Grandma, I miss you so much.

The memory goes back to the summer ten years ago. In order to celebrate my graduation from elementary school, my grandma went to the town and bought chicken wings and Coke to make Coke chicken wings.

I told her before: Grandma, I really want to eat Coca-Cola chicken wings. They seem to be delicious...Grandma didn't say anything and pulled me away from the restaurant.

I didn't make any fuss and just followed her.

I know, we have no money.

On the day of graduation, my grandma looked at me with a smile outside the school, pulled me home quickly, and took out the Coke chicken wings she made.

It was hot, and grandma put it in the pot to heat it up.

There was a very fragrant aroma on the tip of my nose, and I swallowed: I really want to eat it.

Grandma rubbed my hair with her big and generous hands and said with a smile: "Eat it quickly." The long silk, slightly sweet chicken wings, with just the right amount of seasoning.

Grandma watched me taste the chicken wings kindly, smiling gently.

After that, my parents took me away from my grandma’s house and only went back once a year.

Every time she goes back to her grandma's house, she will have Coke Chicken Wings as her main dish.

Year after year, grandma is getting older, but I am growing up.

Sometimes I ask myself, is it a mistake to grow up? I grow up while the people I love grow old?

I dare not think about how my grandma lived a life alone when I was away.

I miss her warm embrace, generous palms and kind smile.

That Coke Chicken Wings is like a brand, deeply nailed in my mind. Just like my grandma, every time I think of it, I feel that my grandma is right in front of me, holding that plate of my favorite Coke Chicken Wings.