Tianjin cooking Laha congee, similar to Beijing, more sophisticated and add lotus seeds, lilies, pearl rice, Job's tears, barley kernel, sticky Panicum, sticky yellow rice, kidney beans, mung beans, cinnamon meat, longan meat, white fruits, jujubes, and sugar water cinnamon, etc., color, aroma and taste are all good. In recent years there is also the addition of black rice. In this article, I have organized the main content of "Lapa congee", take a look!

The original text of "Lapa Porridge"

The little child who first learns to call out to his father, the big child who goes out and calls for a foreign car, and the old child with a lot of white beards on his mouth, all mentioning Lapa Porridge, who doesn't have a sweet and cloying feeling in his mouth right away. The millet, rice beans, dates, chestnuts (lì), sugar, peanut kernels (rén) children together, muddled into a pot, so that it is in the pot of sighing like boiling, alone look at it that sighing kind of smell that aroma, enough to swallow more than three mouths of spit (tuò) froth, not to mention, a big bowl, a big bowl, a big spoon towards the mouth to plug the irrigation it!

The eight children living in the Fang family's compound are so happy today that they are going crazy. He has been going in and out of the stove room, seeing the big pot of congee and sighing, the bowls have been prepared and placed by the stove for a long time, but his mother always said it was still early.

His mother was picking up a spatula and stirring the porridge. The porridge seemed to be thickening.

"Mom, mom, when will it ..... be?"

"To the night!" In fact, what his mom said about the night is not after the lights are on. But eight children hear such loose words, eyes can be anxious red. The porridge in the pot and the audible sighs continued.

"Then I'm hungry!" Eight children to cry like.

"If you are hungry, you are not allowed to eat until the sun sets."

Hungry, too, until the sun sets before you are allowed to eat. You think, mom's order, look at the sheep is not enough to qualify the eight children, can also set up what law to resist?

"Mom, mom, wait I want to eat three bowls! We only allow big brother to eat one bowl. Big brother and father can not eat sweet, we two just eat sweet is okay ...... Mom, mom, you eat three bowls I also eat three bowls, big brother and father only allowed to eat one bowl each, a **** eight bowls, right?"

"Yes! Offspring (nú) offspring is right."

"Or I'll have three and a half bowls and you'll have two and a half ......"

"Pfft ......" The pot sighed again. Bael turned back.

Much shorter than the stove, Bael's turning back resulted in nothing more than a faint puff of smoke going upwards!

Everything in the pot, for the eight children, can only guess: chestnuts will have been thinned to unrecognizable it, rice beans will be cooked all swollen it, peanut kernels to eat is always face! Jujubes must be three or four times bigger - it would be great if the real dried jujubes were that big! If you put too much sugar in it, it will rise up ...... "Mom, Mom, hold me up and take a look!" So mom picked him up just as the eight children had asked.

"Uh(è)......" He cried out in amazement as everything in the pot had come into his eyes.

It couldn't help but be strange, chestnuts falling into a pot would soon have to be crushed, that was something he knew. He had seen a bunch of chestnuts that fell into a cassoulet (mèn) chicken pot and soon melted away. Rice beans cooked to swell, that too was common in the usual porridge.

It goes without saying that Peanut Nutmeg took off his red jacket. The potpourri, precisely, surrounded the edge of the pot into a circle. In short, everything had become as he'd guessed, but he hadn't expected the porridge to be dark brown in color today.

"Why, black!" Bael at the same time remembered the dirty water in the dye pot.

"The dates have been set aside too much with the adzuki beans." Mom's explanation resulted in picking up a particularly frighteningly large red date and giving it to Eight.

It was a little too much jujube and red bean, but everyone admitted that it tasted much better than ordinary porridge.

At the dinner table, leaning against his mother, his stomach has become a small drum. The two chopsticks (kuài) on the table beside him are romantically arranged in a cross. On the table, the big bowl of green flowers in the half bowl of old bacon, eight children's parents with mom also can not help it not come.