"Baked Steamed Buns".
My sister's baked steamed buns made my mind drift back to when I was in the hospital.
Every year after the National Day, my father would light a small stove early to warm the family, and baked steamed buns have become an indispensable staple food in winter. The steamed steamed buns of my mother are firm and sweet, and then roasted by my father on the stove until they are evenly golden brown, and when broken, they are fragrant and crispy and delicious, and they are served with a bite of pickled dried radish or ginger, which is really delicious in the world. My father loved us and always gave us the yellowest and crispest ones to eat, and then roasted the buns again.
At that time, happiness seemed very simple, when the sisters came back, the family was huddled on the hot kang in the small shop, talking and laughing, while the father always sat on a homemade wooden stool drinking tea, watching TV, and listening to our laughter. The living conditions at that time were not as good as they are now, but the joy of that time made people reminisce for a lifetime.
Now that I live in a building, I no longer have a small shop, a stove, a hot kang...My father has been away from us for more than four months, and I miss him every day, and I think about how nice it would be if my father was still here in every scene!If my father is still there, he will definitely get up early to clean up and go with me to see the new community and new community, and he must be about to move into a new house at this time.
But if it's just if, we have to spend the rest of our lives living with the pain of our deceased loved ones, and we have to continue living while remembering. It turns out that I once thought that the simple and ordinary life was the happiness that we could never go back to!
I want to go back to the past and eat my father's baked steamed buns...
Photo Editor: Zhang Yaozhong).