Text/Wang Xinming
The gift you handed me made me smile. With a contemptuous smile on my face, I made no secret of it. Only in front of you, I can be defenseless.
“You are a person who prefers to go to Hushan Mountain.” In your tea house, you held up the bowl and took a look. He is worthy of being the owner of Xiyuan Post Station.
The evening wind blows the long skirt. You stand on the red brick road, waiting for me to get in the car. The wooden door is hidden, and the dome of the corridor hangs down a string of purple and red round fruits, and their swaying light and shadow can be vaguely seen. I opened my mouth and smoked all the way from the other side and walked out of your yard. At the end of the grape trellis, the vegetable gardens were also planned by you three years ago, in the shape of rectangles, ovals and triangles. The paths between each vegetable field are separated by bamboo fences, no taller than the waist, so you can reach out and pick off thorny cucumbers or plump green beans.
“Really not?” You hooked the bag of vegetables in your hand, and the broad cuffs of the light crimson Hanfu fell off the bird-like arms, “Sunrise grass.” He glanced at a strand of long hair under his sun hat.
The power of the falling sun is not diminished at all, and the slanting light passes through the acacia trees, casting the shadow of the light on the west mountain, where the slopes are full of lush green; In a two-story white building, where the golden light is dazzling; half of your face under your hat, where the porcelain white background is inlaid with a layer of fluffy gold.
“You are naturally cloudy, sullen and unhappy. If your veins are not smooth, you will inevitably lead to stagnation of qi and blood” Su Jin, your tone of voice is a slightly hoarse hypnotic nasal sound, how can I refuse .
“Don’t worry, I’m from a rural area,” I turned a hint of arrogance, “Wheat seedlings are leeks, who are you kidding me!” Because of this, you have too much turbid qi and too much resentment.” You are about to close your West Garden, “Go back. If there are more than 500 people, you are still not satisfied with the fireworks of the world.”
I got up early and came back from a run, and when I saw the leeks in the corner of the kitchen, I suddenly became very angry. I wanted to bake the leeks and eat them—to Zhen Er, who was at home during the summer vacation, by surprise. Pick up the dead leaves at the end of the round stems of the sun grass, divide them into the thickness of corn cobs, and cut them inch by inch with a bright knife. Only the crisp creaking sound could hear their favor. Hanging Huang Liangliang’s egg pancakes, also cut into diced meat, mixed with fresh shrimp skin from the North Sea, mixed with filamentous butter, smelling and fragrant. The smell of the sun, cut from the ground, lingered around the nostrils.
Everything in life must be done by itself. After that, it is very simple, knead the noodles, spread the cake, use wooden chopsticks to spread on half of the surface, fold the hands in half, and press the edge of the clip. An ordinary half-crescent pasta in the countryside has become, thanks to the fact that I have seen and eaten it when I was a child in the countryside. The best part is, listening to the sound of oil simmering in the electric baking pan, while rushing to make the next one, while taking a few bites of the tongs that are fragrant on the outside, you will get a short walk in the mountains. That kind of harvest is not too much.
How can you make everything in the world a pleasant one; Su Jin, the chive grass you gave is the Chinese medicine you prescribed? At this point, the medicinal properties are running in my stomach, can they clear my depression?
Note: Chive clips are a kind of pasta in Shandong Peninsula. Usually in the shape of a half-moon, it is easy to make, stuffed with chives, and the skin is browned.
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