The wheat was about to ripen, and I passed by a small town in the south when I was out. I was lucky enough to eat in a restaurant a delicacy that has been imprinted on my brain since I was a child - Nian Nian Zhuan'er. Eating this long-lost delicacy, the deep desire for it from back then couldn't help but reappear in my heart. It was during my childhood, when the country was in trouble, and the rural people lived a life without enough to eat. People tried their best to eat everything that could be eaten. Even the old elm tree in front of the door was not spared. People stripped the bark of the tree and used it as food. Despite this, it is still difficult to solve the problem of hunger. Mother couldn't bear for us to starve, so she made a wish early on: to make grinding wheels for us. We are all happy from the bottom of our hearts. Wait and hope! Finally one day, my mother said that the wheat in the field was edible and asked us to follow her to pull the wheat in the field. The wheat in the field is not very ripe yet, and this is the best time to do the grinding. Under the guidance of my mother, I specially select the wheat that can be used. The wheat used for milling is particularly strict. It won't work if it's too young, because the wheat pulp hasn't solidified yet; it won't work if it's old, because the wheat will be too dry when it's ripe. You must choose wheat that is mature but not dry, green and plump, and has a certain hardness. My mother couldn't bear to pluck more, because it would be our family's food ration. By the time we got home with two sheaves of wheat, we were so tired that we couldn't stand up straight. In fact, the work is light, but people are so hungry that they have no strength. In order to eat this delicious food, we had to insist on making it with our mother.

We first pinch off the wheat ears one by one, then put them into a pot to simmer until they are cooked, and then pinch the simmered wheat ears into grains. Before all the processes were over, I couldn't bear the hunger and put a handful of wheat grains into my mouth. After my mother's repeated persuasion, I didn't eat more. After all the wheat ears were gathered into grains, my mother took the wheat grains to her family's stone mill (at that time, almost every household in the countryside had a stone mill). Lift up the upper fan of the stone mill, place a rose copper coin on the navel, and then put the stone mill in place. We poured the cleaned wheat grains onto the millstone and inserted a tangerine pole into the grinding eye. Together with our mother, we pushed and pulled around the grinding path. Because there were copper coins between the two millstones, and there was a certain gap between the millstones, it took less effort to push than to grind the flour. Even so, we still tried our best. The wheat grains on the millstone continued to fall, and small rolls of dough continued to fall around the millstone. They were not too long, just like broken matchsticks.

We all had sweat on our faces, but we were in a good mood, because we would have enough food to eat soon, and it was good food. Our sweat beads continued to increase, and the small rolls around the millstone were piled up in a haphazard manner. When all the wheat grains on the millstone disappeared, we stopped panting.

My mother used a broom to gently sweep the small rolls around the millstone, then raised the upper fan of the stone mill and carefully cleaned the two millstones. Then we followed our mother to the upper floor. house. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother to see what ingredients my mother had prepared (maybe some garlic juice or something, there was no such thing as good quality in those days), and I ate it hungrily. The feeling was really better than Have a French meal!

Time flies so fast, this unforgettable childhood has become a thing of the past in a blink of an eye. With the improvement of people's living standards and the advancement of science and technology, various traditional famous foods and famous foreign foods have also been put on people's dining tables. People can taste the delicacies of the world comfortably after work, but for me, the most unforgettable thing is eating the Nian Nian Zhuaner made with my mother. This kind of mood is probably unprecedented in the world today. Passed.

I hope that all people will never have the same feeling as me, and that all people can taste the delicacy of this world - Nian Nian Zhuan'er with a peaceful mind