After all, you have to know that when I was a child, I didn't eat much, and I didn't have as many tricks as I do now.

When I was a child, I thought that the top food was delicious, but when I grew up, it was inevitable that some snacks would taste bad.

It's not as delicious as when I was a child, and it's not as delicate as it looks like when I was a child.

It's all a relationship with an aura.

Therefore, although the special snacks of City A are dead, many stores have put out those innovative snacks that have become popular in City A in recent years, and those snacks are now hot and have become new characteristics of City A, and the taste is also amazing.

On Yu Li's side, in addition to a few big dishes, more of them retain those snacks in the streets and alleys when they were young, and they are all stacked on small plates, all kinds of small pastries, and small lo-mei.

The steaming plum blossom cake, at the beginning of the road, the sweetness of the rice and pure sugar, with a hint of milky flavor, hit the tip of the tongue in an instant.

Sister Zhou paused, a surprise flashed in her eyes, and she looked at the plum blossom cake in her hand with a little confusion.

When she was a child, she bought a small bamboo basket on the corner of the street and carried it on her back, wrapped in a steam-smoked steamed cloth that was somewhat browned, which was plum blossom cake.

At that time, the plum cake stall was a paradise for children, and everyone loved to play in the neighborhood.

Counting on the stall owner to look at the few pieces left when he was about to close the stall, he gave them these children.

The sweetness and beauty of that time seemed to disappear when I grew up.

She has eaten countless plum blossom cakes, and all street stalls have eaten them, but she only has the shape of plum blossom cakes, and the texture and taste of plum blossom cakes that everyone understands.

But it always made her feel as if something was missing.

Missing the mellow flavor in memory.

The rice is full of fragrance, mixed with the purest fragrance of sugar, and the milky fragrance that I don't know where it came from and how it came from.

They really discussed it when they were young, because the shop that sold plum blossom cakes was also selling double-skin milk, which was cold in summer, and it was served in a small bowl and a small bowl, and they put it there, paid casually, picked up the bowl and drank it happily, turned around and left.

They also used to wonder if their plum blossom cake was filled with milk alone, or because it was steamed in a pot that had been heated with double skin milk.

But it doesn't seem to be.

She has eaten so many plum blossom cakes, some with milky fragrance and some without milky fragrance, but it just doesn't have the same taste as before.

Until now.

At her age, her parents have long passed away, and she has long passed the age of a girl who bought plum blossom cakes for her parents.

The years are gentle, but also merciless, leaving memories and taking people away.

At this moment, the taste returns to the tip of the tongue, and people can't help but feel the urge to cry.

Why?

This is probably the magic of taste in memory.

Yu Li also took small sips of pastries on the table.

While listening to the story, he turned his head from time to time and said a few words, his eyes were full of curiosity and scrutiny, and he looked at them seriously.

Wait for them to continue to talk about various topics.

Especially when people who hear cross talk talk, they usually have practice, and they have a special tone, as soon as he opens his mouth, it seems that he can sing a Huangmei opera or directly have a stand-up comedy.