Every time someone asks about the most impressive food, they always think of the fried buns (local dialect) from my mother's stall.

There is also the bent waist when frying buns, the towels tied to their heads, and the busy figures of the sisters. When I was a child, I never understood the complexity and hardships of the adult world, and I was happy to have delicious food.

I don't know why I always choose to fry steamed buns when it rains? Maybe it's because every time you need to light a fire, it's cooler when it rains.

Maybe it's the free time only when it's raining. When I was a child, I never understood the complexity and suffering of the adult world.

As long as there is something delicious, I will be happy. It was another day of light rain, and the raindrops under the eaves were like bead curtains, covering the earth in a haze!

The holly trees in the courtyard are even greener in the rain. Pear trees, peach trees, and apple trees are all childhood expectations, as well as cacti, seasonal fruits, and single flowers, which bloom at night and dress up the dreams of childhood!

My mother asked my sister to get some wheat straw, which was easy to order, easy to control, and the temperature was not too high, which was the most ideal fuel for spreading fried buns.

In advance, the special pan for spreading fried buns is called boiling and cleaning up, prepare a small piece of cloth tied to the chopsticks as a brush, a T-shaped small wooden push, make some batter sprinkled with salt, pepper noodles, and then put on the pepper leaves, the pot is on fire, brush a very small layer of oil at the bottom of the pot with a special brush, pour a ball of batter on the oil hot, use a clipper to turn around in the center of the pot, turn it into a thin cake, fry it for a while, I shovel it up, and fry it for a while, you can put it out of the pot and put it in the basin that has been prepared, stacked layer by layer, Then cover with a cage cloth to keep warm.

The fried bun just out of the pot is the best time to taste, smeared with a layer of garlic, vinegar, chili pepper and salt sometimes drop one or two drops of sesame oil with water, rolled up or stacked, when put in the mouth, the first thing you smell is the unique aroma of pepper leaves, take a bite, the first thing you feel is that the entrance is soft and glutinous, followed by sour and spicy, there will often be water flowing out of the corners of the mouth, don't care about wiping, eat one in three or five bites, roll up one...... This taste will never be forgotten for a lifetime, and now I know that it is the taste of childhood, the taste of my mother, the taste of my homeland, the taste of love, the years that can never be traced, and the memories that are worth savoring forever.

"My Practice Note II" Chapter 31 1910/02 21:00 3 Qing Mother's fried bun is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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