The eggplant boxes made by my grandfather and grandmother together.

The memory of my childhood is the scene where my cousins ??and I would play together at my grandpa’s house every summer vacation.

We in the countryside are like mud monkeys every day. Children are very active and will be hungry before time.

When we got home, we could smell the aroma of rice as soon as we entered the door. Grandma and grandpa were frying tomato slices for us in a pan in the low kitchen.

Chop the freshly picked eggplants from the vegetable field, add meat fillings or leek vermicelli and eggs, sandwich them with eggplant slices, dip them in batter and fry them in a pan. The aroma stimulates your taste buds.

Grandma is the chef, and grandpa is the cook at the helm. The golden appearance must be achieved only when grandpa controls the heat.

The eggplant clips are best eaten while they are hot right out of the pot. My grandma would ask us three mud monkeys to line up and wash our hands. While washing, she would wash our clothes every day, and the mud on our clothes would not come off.

We couldn't hear the mumbling at this time, and we were only thinking about the eggplant clips that had just been cooked on the side of the pot.

I took a bite while it was hot and instantly burned my mouth. I didn't even care about the heat anymore. I just wanted to finish it quickly and get another piece.

But I can’t remember what grandma and grandpa said about us at that time. Did he laugh at us as greedy monkeys, or did he ask us to eat slowly, as there was still more in the pot... Grandpa has been gone for twenty years, and grandma is also old. The small kitchen that used to be

It has long since been replaced and built with new houses.

But every summer when eggplants are in season, I always miss that bite of eggplant clips freshly cooked in the small kitchen, my grandpa sitting by the stove making a fire, my busy grandma beside the stove, and us wandering around the pot like greedy cats.

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