It smells and feels.
It can also be said that taste is a part of memory in the brain and a reminder of family.
Just like we remember the curry rice cooked by my mother, the parent fish and amaranth soup cooked by my grandmother, or the tofu pudding shop at the corner of the middle school gate that we passed every day for three years, and the most famous four-fruit ice beside the park.
What is the smell of family?
The fragrance floating from the kitchen to the living room of the study and the back of my mother are irreplaceable warmth.
I used to live at home every day, always wondering what the so-called home cooking was attractive. Even a simple jiaozi, beat an egg with clear soup and pour in half a can of sweet corn. Mother's taste can never be imitated, even the steamed dumplings carefully kneaded by the chef in that famous restaurant on the 35th floor.
After class, in the darkness of early winter, I can get into the steaming kitchen to keep warm as soon as I get home, and then I can eat it in a small bowl filled with freshly cooked leek jiaozi.
While breathing, I was afraid that thieves would rob me, so I quickly bit a full jiaozi with my warm mouth. While shouting hot, I followed my mother's figure from the kitchen to the dining room, chatting with my classmates and teachers like a follower today. I hate having a test tomorrow, and I will take an exam next week. ...
My mother always hums and doesn't forget to look after the crackling fish fried in the pot, and a pot of thick soup is rolling on the stove next door.
Before I finished eating a bowl of jiaozi, my mother called me to the table, sat down to enjoy the milk fish I just bought, and did not forget to put the most delicious belly slices in front of me.
Every time I am full, I will tell my mother that the fish in my stomach is swimming in thick soup now, as if a jiaozi had just slipped past the fish.
When I was at school, I knew that summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce "Change my skirt next week".
Summer is coming, I can eat cold tofu and cold noodles.
Mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing the sauce herself. I often find my mother busy in the kitchen when I get up in the morning, hoping to cook the noodles before they really get hot.
As soon as I get home, I go straight to the refrigerator, dig out the extremely elastic noodles that are frozen thoroughly, then dig out sesame sauce, vinegar and sesame oil in the cupboard, add a little water and spicy oil, and mix them in a bowl for a while, which is a bowl of cool and refreshing cold noodles.
Then I watched my mother cut chopped green onion and cucumber slices, and then took out tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes you add your own pickled kimchi, pour a little soy sauce and peel a preserved egg, which is a cold side dish.
Looking for the refrigerator after eating, you will often see orange emerald watermelon cut early, or mango with a faint sweet and sour aroma.
I know I am lucky to enjoy my mother's cooking at home. I don't need to spend money outside to buy love that businessmen can never do.
The composition "Mother's Feelings for Food" praises my good mother. "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" You must know this song! My mother has bright eyes and red curly hair. When she smiled, she showed her white teeth.
My mother is very kind to me! She thinks of me everywhere in her life and gives me a lot of help in my study.
Mom is very hardworking. She is busy from morning till night. There are too many things in the shop and too many things at home.
Usually, my mother cooks; I want to wash clothes and help me study during recess. Do you think my mother is tired? Once, my mother asked me to clean the room, and I soon forgot.
Finally, my mother helped me clean the room.
Another time, I met a math problem that I couldn't do.
I figured it out. It's almost 9: 30, and I'm even more anxious because I have to be on duty the next day. At this time, my mother came and patiently told me this question.
After listening to my mother's explanation, my homework was finished soon.
Dear mom, you have given too much, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart! In the years to come, I will cherish the wonderful time of studying now, study hard, make progress every day, and repay your kindness to me with excellent results!
This is what the composition "My mother's feelings for food" is about. I often think that the word "taste" is wonderful, with taste and feeling, and then it blends together.
With taste and feeling, it can also be said that taste is a part of memory in the brain and a reminder of family.
Just like we remember the curry rice cooked by my mother, the parent fish and amaranth soup cooked by my grandmother, or the tofu pudding shop at the corner of the middle school gate that we passed every day for three years, and the most famous four-fruit ice beside the park.
What is the smell of family? The fragrance floating from the kitchen to the living room of the study and the back of my mother are irreplaceable warmth.
I used to live at home every day, always wondering what the so-called home cooking was attractive.
Even a simple jiaozi, beat an egg with clear soup and pour in half a can of sweet corn.
Mother's taste can never be imitated, even the steamed dumplings carefully kneaded by the chef in that famous restaurant on the 35th floor.
After class, in the darkness of early winter, I can get into the steaming kitchen to keep warm as soon as I get home, and then I can eat it in a small bowl filled with freshly cooked leek jiaozi.
While breathing, I was afraid that thieves would rob me, so I quickly bit a full jiaozi with my warm mouth.
While shouting hot, I followed my mother's figure from the kitchen to the dining room, chatting with my classmates and teachers like a follower today. I hate to have a quiz tomorrow, and I will have an exam next week ... My mother is always whining and doesn't forget to take care of the crackling fish fried in the pot, and a pot of thick soup is rolling on the stove next door.
Before I finished eating a bowl of jiaozi, my mother called me to the table, sat down to enjoy the milk fish I just bought, and did not forget to put the most delicious belly slices in front of me.
Every time I am full, I will tell my mother that the fish in my stomach is swimming in thick soup now, as if a jiaozi had just slipped past the fish.
When I was at school, I knew that summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce "Change my skirt next week".
Summer is coming, I can eat cold tofu and cold noodles.
Mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing the sauce herself.
I often find my mother busy in the kitchen when I get up in the morning, hoping to cook the noodles before they really get hot.
As soon as I get home, I go straight to the refrigerator, dig out the extremely elastic noodles that are frozen thoroughly, then dig out sesame sauce, vinegar and sesame oil in the cupboard, add a little water and spicy oil, and mix them in a bowl for a while, which is a bowl of cool and refreshing cold noodles.
Then I watched my mother cut chopped green onion and cucumber slices, and then took out tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes you add your own pickled kimchi, pour a little soy sauce and peel a preserved egg, which is a cold side dish.
Looking for the refrigerator after eating, you will often see orange emerald watermelon cut early, or mango with a faint sweet and sour aroma.
I know I am lucky to enjoy my mother's cooking at home. I don't need to spend money outside to buy love that businessmen can never do.
...
Tonight, when my mother was cleaning the sofa, she found a lot of rubbish behind the sofa and asked me, "Who threw these rubbish today?" I hesitated, not wanting to tell the truth.
But under my mother's repeated questioning, I told it anyway.
"I wanted to drink a bottle of yogurt a few days ago, which was sour and sweet.
When I finished drinking yogurt, I was very sad, because I didn't want to go to the kitchen and throw yogurt into the trash can.
I thought about it and finally thought of a way.
It turns out that there is a distance of about three centimeters between the sofa and the wall. I had a brainwave and thought: it's not bad to throw garbage here. Mom shouldn't find it.
"My mother flew into a rage at my words and stared at me with those cold and heartless eyes, which made my heart jump.
At this time, my mother swept out some eggs and half a baked wheat cake. ...............................................................................................................................................................
At this time, my mother pulled me up and pushed me out of the door, making me go back on my word.
I looked down and felt ashamed.
When my neighbor saw me standing there, he was very surprised and asked me if I didn't have my key.
I replied in a low voice, "No, my mother is at home.
"She knocked at the door, my mother ran to open the door, and I stood there and knew what was going on.
"What do you want the child to stand outside? What if it freezes? " Mother said rudely, "just let her stand."
After asking my mother for details, my neighbor said, "What you are doing is really wrong. Those children in poor mountainous areas can buy an egg ... Tonight, when my mother was cleaning the sofa, she found a lot of garbage behind the sofa and asked me, "Who threw this garbage today?" I hesitated to tell the truth.
But under my mother's repeated questioning, I told it anyway.
"I wanted to drink a bottle of yogurt a few days ago, which was sour and sweet.
When I finished drinking yogurt, I was very sad, because I didn't want to go to the kitchen and throw yogurt into the trash can.
I thought about it and finally thought of a way.
It turns out that there is a distance of about three centimeters between the sofa and the wall. I had a brainwave and thought: it's not bad to throw garbage here. Mom shouldn't find it.
"My mother flew into a rage at my words and stared at me with those cold and heartless eyes, which made my heart jump.
At this time, my mother swept out some eggs and half a baked wheat cake. ...............................................................................................................................................................
At this time, my mother pulled me up and pushed me out of the door, making me go back on my word.
I looked down and felt ashamed.
When my neighbor saw me standing there, he was very surprised and asked me if I didn't have my key.
I replied in a low voice, "No, my mother is at home.
"She knocked at the door, my mother ran to open the door, and I stood there and knew what was going on.
"What do you want the child to stand outside? What if it freezes? " Mother said rudely, "just let her stand."
"The neighbor asked his mother for details and said," What you did is really wrong. For those children in poor mountainous areas, it is good enough to buy an egg. How can it be wasted? "I listened to the accusations of my neighbors and felt very ashamed. Tears ran down my nose to my chin.
For many years, I have always regarded not wasting food as a small matter, but it is these small things that make people cherish time like water.
Mom, I'm sorry!
The composition of "Parents' Dishes" is 300 words (Hengshui, Hebei Province), and it is good to grow up. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I became a boy 12 years old.
Recalling that I am a toddler, from babbling to swimming in the ocean of knowledge with my classmates, every step of my growth is indispensable to my parents' hard work and sweat. It feels so good to grow up. I learned to read my parents' love.
I remember that when I was a child, I was a veritable "shopaholic". Toys were piled all over the house, and my stomach was like a bottomless abyss, clamoring for going to the supermarket all day.
Just after dinner, I pretended to beg my kind mother weakly. You know, it costs one or two hundred dollars to come down. My mother is heartbroken and can't wait to earn more money for this little fairy.
One night when I came back from school, my stomach was growling again. I suddenly opened the refrigerator, which was empty. I can't resist the temptation of delicious food. I went to my mother to rub her back and pinch her legs skillfully. I waited on her and went straight to the point. My mother listened to my heartfelt words and reasoned with me, but I didn't listen to a word. My mother relented when I used my unique skills.
When I arrived at the supermarket, I was dazzled by the fresh goods, and my hands were itchy. In a short time, ham sausage, instant noodles, Coca-Cola and so on. All ran into the shopping box. Finally, I watched the box full of food being put on the checkout counter. My mother was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, but I was elated.
During the summer vacation, I asked my mother to take me on a trip to Beijing. During the trip, listening to the adults count their money carefully, my heart was broken. When I grew up, I gradually learned to be considerate of my parents. Since I saw my mother's hard work, my filial piety to her has deepened.
My mother works overtime every day after she comes back from Beijing.
Once I pretended to do my homework to see what my mother was busy with.
When I arrived at the office, I saw my sweaty mother sitting among a large group of staff around me, busy changing some pairs. Seeing this scene, my eyes are hazy.
My mother gets up every morning and evening to do breakfast and housework for us. I seized the opportunity and took action to repay my mother's kindness.
That morning, my mother and I got up in the dark, secretly hid outside the door, learned to cook noodles with her, and wanted to make breakfast for my parents.
I saw her slowly stir-fry some breakfast, start cooking noodles, boil water and put soy sauce, all of which are familiar to her.
Breakfast was soon ready, so I hurried back to my room, pretending nothing happened and waiting for tomorrow.
The next day, I got up early for the first time, sneaked into my parents' room carefully, gently turned off the alarm clock and started to act.
I came to the kitchen, put on my "work clothes" like my mother, and put the bread in the boiling water. "Gee …" The bread spread softly, and the soy sauce and ingredients were poured into the noodles. Soon, a bowl of delicious noodles came out of the pot.
I woke up my parents mysteriously, and my mother jumped up to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As soon as she opened the door, three bowls of hot noodles were placed on the table, and she couldn't help but say, "You are grown up and sensible.
When people see their parents at first sight, the first call is "Mom and Dad". Let's remember the love our parents gave us and repay them well!
Write a composition about food! There is a saying in kung pao chicken that "Food is the most important thing for the people.
"In China, almost every place has its own specialties.
Roast duck in Beijing, dried bean curd in Suzhou and so on.
But I have a soft spot for kung pao chicken.
Kung pao chicken is the specialty of Shuncheng Hotel. I once asked curiously, "Why is kung pao chicken the specialty of your hotel?" The waiter said with a smile, "Speaking of this kung pao chicken, I have to say its origin, among which Ding Baozhen played an important role. As a child, he loved to eat kung pao chicken cooked by the chef, so the specialty of our hotel is kung pao chicken.
"After listening to the waiter's introduction, I have a deeper understanding of kung pao chicken.
I smelled it with my nose, and a smell came to my nose, which made my mouth water. I saw a flower in front of this bright diced chicken, surrounded by red peppers, just like some rubies inlaid next to it.
I put a piece in my mouth and felt the tip of my tongue tingle slightly. I chew it gently, it's tender, crisp and delicious, like chicken and meat. It's wonderful. After eating, I'll leave something behind.
Looking at this empty plate, I licked my mouth and smiled and said, "The taste of kung pao chicken really lives up to its reputation.
Kung pao chicken is brownish red, just fried, and the chicken pieces are piled together like hills, which is very attractive.
Kung pao chicken is delicious, oily but not greasy, very delicious.
To be a kung pao chicken, you should first pat the chicken open, and then cut it into diced chicken about 1 cm.
Wash the peanuts, fry them in the oil pan until crisp, add the dried peppers, stir-fry until brown, add the pepper, and then stir-fry the diced chicken. At the same time, stir-fry ginger, garlic and onion quickly in the pot, and add peanuts when adding seasoning.
A delicious dish of kung pao chicken is ready.
I like eating kung pao chicken very much.
I like its reddish-brown color, delicious taste, smooth and refreshing.
I always pour diced chicken into a bowl and mix it with rice. This smell makes me unforgettable.
I finish a bowl of rice, and then a bowl. I won't leave the table until I finish a plate of kung pao chicken.
Once I was doing my homework at home, and my mother fired kung pao chicken at home. I smelled the fragrance from a distance and stood at the kitchen table with a bang, which scared my mother.
I like kung pao chicken best. Please eat it and you will never forget it.
Homework help's mother's dishes change with the seasons.
In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and everywhere is full of vitality.
Mother's dishes naturally show this kind of "green" infinite vitality. Small vegetable seedlings, chrysanthemum brains and shepherd's purse are all fresh and tender green, which makes people feel a lot of love before they enter. In summer, people naturally have no appetite in the scorching sun. What they need most is coolness and infinity.
Mom's dishes tend to be simple and capable. Cold tomatoes, pickled mustard tuber and egg soup, and dry steamed salted fish are all very refreshing and extremely comfortable. Autumn, crisp and crisp, is a harvest season, but also a season of food.
Eggplant braised in oil, duck jiaozi boiled in water, and mustard roast chicken are all full, and their weight begins to pick up slowly here; Winter, snowy, a quiet season, is a season that needs warmth.
At this time, mutton hot pot, fish with Chinese sauerkraut and roe deer crucian carp soup became my mother's main dishes. The family eats happily around a big pot every day, even if it is cold, they are fearless.
Mom's cooking is warm, and she loves food.
Every day, my mother carefully prepares every meal, which is really hard, but also very happy, because she loves me and my mother-in-law. She often says that it is an absolute happiness to need the people she loves.
So I think, my mother is happy, and she will definitely want to be so happy all the time.
Mom, thank you for your dedication to this family. With such a mother, I am content, happy and happy! Mom's cooking is unique and I will love it all my life!
Delicious steamed buns People often say that steamed buns are delicious, but I haven't tasted them and I don't know how they taste.
This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed stuffed bun shop to open my eyes and eat.
I finally got what I wanted that day. Steamed bread is whisked, thin skin, there seems to be a bag of juice inside. They are small and exquisite, shaped like pagodas, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, and the fragrance at the top of the tower overflows with the wind, shaped like steamed bread. No wonder it's called steamed buns.
Generally, there are ten steamed buns in a cage. Each steamed bun is like a small snowball, but there is a pothole on it. I was intoxicated before the aroma came up.
I can't wait to swallow the whole steamed bread in one gulp.
A cage of steamed bread came up and I sat in the chair. Steamed bread gives off a faint fragrance.
As soon as I smell this fragrance, I can't help but gulp it down.
Hardly had he picked up a "chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth when he began to fight back.
My stomach is growling with hunger at the moment, and I want to open my mouth wide and swallow four steamed buns in one gulp.
So I carefully picked up the steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks, because I took a small bite and the juice ran into my mouth like a tribe.
I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it in my mouth. The meat is loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, its meat suddenly loosened and it was delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed stuffed buns, you should first dip in vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat."
The delicious essence of steamed stuffed bun is in the soup.
I eat according to my mother's method. The soup is fresh, thin and tender. It is really delicious.
I really don't know if I won't eat steamed stuffed bun for a while, but once I eat it, I won't forget it.
I wolfed it down.
Its meat is full, and a mouthful of fresh, thick and salty makes you want to eat.
So I pestered my mother to buy another guest. How can I put it down when my aunt brought it with a smile? After eating one mouthful after another, I was full of fragrance and smacked my lips. I couldn't help but admire: "Beauty! It is delicious.
"In the blink of an eye, I ruined it again, touched my bulging belly, added another mouth, and my interest was outstanding.
How's it going? Are you excited? It's better to run around and eat steamed buns at home! Fried stinky tofu This is a unique local snacks in winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket.
Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu.
The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it.
There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.
The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu.
I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle.
His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful.
Take a bite carefully (because it's very hot). It's yellow on the outside and white on the inside, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. It's hot and spicy. At this time, instead of eating, I rolled my tongue and swallowed.
Old people always fry only a few slices at a time, and sell a few slices after frying, so people waiting for them are eating and others pay attention to each other.
Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, their tears were mixed, and they were hot and sweaty.
The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much.
After all, he didn't stop it
So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day.
At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day.
Sometimes I don't plan to overspend. I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes.
However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat.
Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.
It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse).
It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.
I've only eaten meat and bone porridge once.
It was a Sunday morning in winter in Jiangnan, and my thrifty aunt suddenly offered to take me to eat meat and bone porridge.
I was flattered and followed her all the way for fear that she would suddenly change her mind.
Go along Qingshiban Road, cross the bustling food market and turn into an alley.
Far away, I saw a small shop with white fog, and I heard the sound of an iron spoon knocking on the edge of the pot.
My aunt led me into the shop, which was full.
Everyone is sipping this meat and bone porridge, which seems really delicious.
The proprietress led us into the inner kitchen and said apologetically, "Let's eat here.
"The proprietress is a 40-year-old woman with ear-length hair and a black hairpin meticulously behind her ears.
I was afraid that menstruation would get cold feet and run away, so I quickly made my own decision and said, "Yes, yes.
"The result attracted my second aunt's eyes.
"Well, come to a bowl of meat and bone porridge.
"The wife of shop-owner grabbed the big iron spoon in one hand and uncovered the big pot cover in the other. Suddenly, a heat wave swept through, and the smell of porridge came to me.
She stirred the pot with a big iron spoon and handed me a big bowl of porridge.
This bowl of porridge is gray, the rice has not been cooked to its original shape, and the porridge surface is dotted with several pieces. ...
Today is Saturday. I was reading a book when I suddenly heard the sound of "rushing water". I knew my mother was going to cook, so I ran to the kitchen to see her "wonderful performance"
Mom cooks so hard! My mother is going to fry my favorite fried meat with garlic moss. I stared at my mother. My mother put the washed garlic moss on the chopping board first, and then cut it skillfully. In less than half a minute, all the dishes were cut. Then my mother lit a fire, took out a bottle of vegetable oil from the cupboard and poured it into the pot. After a while, the oil became hot. Before I knew it, my mother had poured the chopped garlic moss into the pot.
Sure enough, as I expected, a delicious dish is ready, fragrant and delicious, and I really want to eat it right away.
Write a composition about food 450 words gourmet cake, coconut balls, ice cream, barbecue, steak … wow! These delicious foods can only be eaten in shops, but today we went to Aunt Jin Lan's house, and she invited us to eat our own delicious food.
When we entered the room, we saw the making tools on the table, such as egg beater, oven, electronic scales and all kinds of food raw materials, such as raw steak, cranberries, shredded coconut ... Aunt Jin Lan's self-made instructions marked the ingredients and making methods of various foods.
Let's go to Orleans to make roasted wings first. The chicken wings have been marinated and put in the oven. Over time, the chicken wings gradually turned yellow, revealing a rich fragrance.
Aunt Jin Lan told everyone to eat while it was hot, and I took a bite. Wow! "This is delicious, more delicious than KFC.
"I sighed.
I ate seven at a time, and my mother said I would become a chubby pig if I ate any more.
After eating salty food, we will make dessert again.
We made coconut balls, kneaded flour into balls and rolled them in snow-white coconut balls.
Put the coconut balls in the oven and watch them later. As fluffy as fried steamed bread, it slowly reveals a very fragrant coconut flavor.
I tasted my own coconut balls, which were not only delicious, but also very fulfilling.
The last thing to do is sponge cake, and the eggbeater also comes in handy. We pour the ingredients into a basin in proportion, add water and stir with a blender, then pour them into a plate and put them in the oven. 10 minutes later, the sponge cake really swelled like a sponge, which was so interesting.
On this day, I ate all kinds of homemade food and had a good time.
Mom said that when the house in the country is built, I will buy one and put it at home, so I can eat these delicious foods every day.
Spread all the "beauty". Crab shell wrapped in crab roe is a local snack in Changzhou, commonly known as Ma Xiao cake, which is often used as a gift together with sesame cake.
There are four kinds of fillings: shepherd's purse, onion oil, sugar and bright oil bean paste.
Its characteristics: it is shaped like a crab shell, golden in color, oily but not greasy, crisp and refreshing, sweet and mellow in sugar stuffing, and fresh and fragrant in salty stuffing.
Crab-yellow steamed stuffed bun is a "boutique" in breakfast.
Eating crab buns for breakfast is really a first-class enjoyment.
Last time I got 100 points, my mother took me to eat crab roe buns on Sunday morning.
You see, there are only four words written on the signboard of this shop: "Meng Jia Crab Pot", which is famous.
As soon as we reached the corner, the smell of crabs coming from the shop made my mouth water.
When you look closer, the figures of the guests are hazy and crowded in the steaming heat, which has become a unique scenery in the morning.
"Two steamed buns!" "I want two custom-made!" "Is my steamed stuffed bun ready?" Everyone can't wait, and the waiters are as busy as a bee, constantly shuttling between tables.
My mother and I finally found a small table and sat down.
While waiting, I quietly observed the master's craftsmanship.
They concentrate on making steamed buns, as if completely unaffected by the surrounding environment. They skillfully picked the fermented white dough into even small portions, rubbed them into strips and pressed them into thin round skins, and then recessed them into small bowls. Then they quickly poured the stuffing of golden crab oil into it, and then they began to crumple.
Their thumb and middle finger are tightly pinched together, and the index finger is slightly pulled outward to form a closed steamed bread "neck", which can be locked up! The wait is always so long, and finally it's our turn.
The steamed stuffed bun that just came out of the cage is white, crystal clear, thin and full of stuffing, and it drools when you look at it.
My mother explained to me the trilogy of eating crab roe buns: "Move slowly, lift gently and open the skylight".
Just lift the top of the steamed stuffed bun gently, move it to the edge of the plate, pick up the plate, tilt it slightly to your mouth, then take a small bite slowly, and then take a sip gently.
Well, I don't care so much. I picked up the plate and took a big bite. This time, I made a fool of myself. The soup splashed all over my face, and my tongue was so hot that it was sucked into the wind. How embarrassing! Mom smiled and said, "Don't worry, eat slowly!" " "I just put away greed and savor it.
Mother poured the balsamic vinegar into a small dish with shredded ginger. I dipped the steamed stuffed bun in ginger vinegar and took a bite. This crystal clear thin skin is covered with a layer of king crab yellow juice, which is delicious. Crab fragrance keeps flowing from my mouth to my heart! No wonder there are many people in the crab shop! Friend, are you greedy too? Then on this autumn crab fat day, join me to taste the "beauty"-crab yellow steamed stuffed bun.
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