The taste of potbelly is fragrant and sweet, and for the mountain people, it is far better than the existence of dumplings.

Its filling is fresh and delicious, with soft glutinous rice skin to taste soft and delicious, it contains the filling of the pork belly fat but not greasy, radish and bamboo shoots sweet, mushroom tangerine peel fragrance, as well as glutinous rice skin softness, grapefruit umami, gardenia fragrance.

These flavors do not interfere with each other, but they complement each other.

Eating pork belly alone is too greasy. But with glutinous rice, I don't feel tired. You can add gardenia to glutinous rice flour, and then add grapefruit leaves to strengthen the umami, it becomes a glutinous but not greasy, soft and fragrant delicacy.

These flavours come together to create the unique flavor of pomelo leaf potbelly pod.

When I was young, it was a very luxurious thing to eat pomelo leaf potbelly once in a while, and I could only eat it once when I was celebrating with my family during the Spring Festival.

In addition, glutinous rice is soft and glutinous, suitable for the elderly with bad teeth, so whenever he eats potbelly poop, his parents always urge him on the side and say: "Qingshan, if you eat too much glutinous rice, it is easy to grow into a big fat man, and in the future, your belly will be like a big belly, bulging, let's not eat so much, give it to grandpa, grandpa has bad teeth, eat soft potbelly poop is just right, let's eat oily glutinous." ”

So, every time he watched his grandfather pick up a big potbelly and put it in the bowl, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

The curling white smoke and the scent are so tempting.

The yellow leaves, the golden skin, and the colorful fillings are really beautiful.

Grandpa put the potbelly cake into the bowl, but he didn't eat it, looked at him, smiled, and picked up a piece of glutinous rice skin with a lot of fillings with chopsticks, and sent it to his mouth: "Come, Qingshan will help grandpa taste whether it is hot or not." ”

He was so happy that he quickly broke free from his mother's arms, ran to his grandfather's side, lay on his grandfather's knees, looked at the glutinous rice skin covered with stuffing on the chopsticks in surprise and longing, and was so happy that he didn't blow it, so he directly put his whole head up and took the chopsticks in his mouth.

"Ah, it's hot, it's hot. Although it was so hot, he didn't have the intention of spitting out, and he used his tongue to stir the food in his mouth while exhaling.

After a while, it was not so hot, and I devoured it, and it didn't taste at all.

So, I looked at my grandfather's bowl again.

Grandpa picked up another piece, frowned, and said, "Oops, this pork is too fat, I don't like to eat it, come, Qingshan will help grandpa eat it." ”

In those hard days, Grandpa was like a magician, and he could always conjure up all sorts of reasons to stuff something good in his mouth.

Big-bellied rice dumplings, sticky rice dumplings, white rice dumplings, black rice dumplings, green mugwort, golden sweet persimmons......

Now life is slowly getting better, but grandpa is gone.

In fact, Liu Qingshan's most regrettable thing is that he failed to honor his grandfather.

Therefore, he also understood a truth, honoring parents and elders, should take advantage of the present, not wait for 'after I have money'.

No one knows what will happen in the future, so take advantage of the present, take advantage of the present, and love your family well.

The best love for my mother at the moment is probably to satisfy her vanity.

In order to make his mother's vanity more inflated and inflated, Liu Qingshan really got up before dawn.

This time I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and I quickly started to skewer bacon without eating anything.

It took nearly an hour of busy work to skewer all the bacon and hang it on arm-thick wood.

As soon as Wu Cuimei got up, she saw the bacon hanging above the stove with a brush, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth: "Haha, Qingshan, you are really a good son of my mother, this time I see what else your uncle has to say." ”

Liu Qingshan felt that his mother was actually quite naïve, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Mom, as for it, my uncle is the captain of your village's lion dance team, and he earns a lot of money a year, so he won't look down on your bacon." ”

"Hmph, what do you know, do you think I want him to look at it, I just want him to see, our family is not what it used to be, our family, now we can make so much bacon. Wu Cuimei's eyebrows fluttered when she said these words, and she was so embarrassed.

Liu Yuanhe yawned and walked out of the room, stretching his waist, and said: "Alas, I really don't understand you women, when you were poor, you sent things to your mother's house, but now you are not so poor, and you are showing off again, is it interesting?"

"Of course it's interesting. Wu Cuimei crossed her waist, looked at the bacon on the stove, gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what today, you two fathers and sons can't embarrass me." If anyone disgraces me, see how I clean you up. ”

Hiss~

A gust of wind blew, and both father and son felt a chill down their backs.

Liu Qingshan turned his head to look at his father, and his father nodded.

Well, it seems that today's mom is really going crazy.

First thing in the morning, light a fire. After lighting the fire, you can't make oil tea directly. Because today is a special day, the morning procedure must also be changed.

Wu Cuimei saw that the fire was lit, but it was still empty in front of the fire, so she couldn't help but exclaim: "Qingshan! Qingshan! What's the matter with you? Didn't I let you boil tea with tea leaves and aluminum kettles? What about aluminum kettles? What about tea?"

"Oops, here it is. Liu Qingshan walked in with an old-fashioned aluminum teapot that was slightly larger than the bowl for eating in one hand, grabbed a handful of tea leaves in the other, and said hurriedly, "This teapot has been useless for so long, I don't want to wash it first." ”

"Without further ado, hurry up and boil tea, and then go and prepare something else. ”

"Oooh oh. Liu Qingshan didn't dare to talk back to his mother today, put the tea leaves in the teapot, added some water that had been boiled warm on the stove, then covered the lid and put it directly into the fire to burn.

This small aluminum teapot is thin and very susceptible to heat, so even if it is not placed directly on the tail of the fire, it will not affect its work.

After putting the teapot away, Liu Qingshan went to clean up other things.

Two porcelain bowls, each containing a potbelly cake, a small handful of bamboo incense, and six walnut-sized plastic teacups......

Finally, find a bamboo basket and put all these things neatly in it, trying not to hurt each other.

At this time, the tea in the fire was also boiling.

Liu Qingshan took out the teapot with a fire tong, cooled it down a little, and hurriedly carried the teapot and carried the bamboo basket out of the house.

Because I got up early, it was just dawn.

The mountain people do not worship Buddha or Guanyin, but worship the mountain god for generations.

Every New Year's festival, it is necessary to bathe and fast, and worship the mountain gods.

There is no strict saying about the so-called bathing fast. However, you should not eat twice a day, whether you go to worship in the morning or at dusk.

The mountain god had to eat the food first, and then returned home before it was his family's turn to eat. This is a form of respect for the mountain god who protects the mountain.

Moreover, before leaving, you must tidy up your clothes, wash your hands, and not go to the temple unkempt.

The temple is at the entrance of the old village, and the area is not large, about 100 square meters.

The village temple is located in the middle of the rice fields, with rice fields in front and rice fields in the back, with a small river on one side and a village road on the other.

The distant mountains are like daisies, stretching like walls, the white clouds are long, and the changing dogs are changing.

Around the village temple that is more than 100 square meters wide, there are ten tall towering ancient trees.

The morning breeze blows, and the branches and leaves of the trees are connected, swaying together in the morning light, like surging waves, making a rustling sound.