Make dumplings and eat them! Inexplicable joy.
I have eaten countless leek dumplings at home, the beginning is mediocre, and the ending is also light, and I have never thought of writing something for such an ordinary thing.
And now, thousands of miles away on the banks of the Pearl River and the Lingding Ocean, I chewed carefully, only to find that this crystal clear appearance contained in the inside, but it can be called "a unique taste in the heart".
Open the chopsticks, pick up a white jade boat, bite down the corner of the bow, suddenly see the green onion spreading, during which the lump of minced meat is like a hibiscus out of the water hidden in the meantime, the taste buds of all walks of life that have been ambushed have been waiting for the opportunity to go out, looking for the leek that belongs to the memory, but after the battle, they returned with a feather, not the number. It was like the pungent precious perfume on the noble lady wearing gold and silver jewelry, or the body odor of Mrs. Shen sitting next to Fang Hongji. It's not a hometown dish, it's rare to be fragrant in the past.
Growing up and maturing, this stumbling process is accompanied by the joy and sweetness of the harvest, but God is always fair, fair and almost cold, he will let you get what you deserve, what you should lose and what you shouldn't lose will all change into a big river, and the rolling waves are not only wrapped in the lost years, but also sad tears, let's call it a sacrificial sacrifice.
I spent a year with Bai Sensen's rice, and when I made dumplings tonight, I felt like I was moved, hehe, I was so relieved that I began to speak incoherently.
Holding a rolling pin in his right hand, turning the dumpling skin appropriately with his left hand, leisurely and winning like an idle cloud and a wild crane, this is the true realm of housework Then start to cook, the two hands on the panel of this side of the box are still dancing in the dragon and phoenix, the white waves on the side of the box are full of mellow fragrance, the blue flame happily licks the bottom of the pot, the glass door of the kitchen is gradually smeared into water clouds for the dense water vapor, although it is the fragrance of leeks in other places, close your eyes and sniff slightly, you can also return to the pigtails in a trance, red cotton jackets, scrambling to set off fireworks, The age when madness with a bunch of wild children is out of place.
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