That year I steamed steamed buns for the first time and I was really successful! What a memorable day that was! One evening in the summer of that year, a hurricane blew the sky and earth into darkness

That year I steamed steamed buns for the first time and I was really successful! What a memorable day that was! One evening in the summer of that year, a hurricane blew the sky and earth into darkness. My parents were working in the fields and didn't come home, so I was practicing steaming steamed buns at home. When I lifted the lid of the big pot with full of anxiety, the pot full of plump dumplings was instantly displayed in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised. I didn't expect that I succeeded in just one try! At this time, it was dark outside the house, and I couldn't see my fingers. A gust of wind came, and I quickly covered the pot. I was worried about my parents. Are they still working in the fields? Will I not be able to return home? That kind of blackness is really terrifying... When the darkness passed, the dust covered the entire pot, and my steamed buns were also more or less covered in dust. Although the steamed buns that day were a bit rough to bite into, I received praise and encouragement from my family. After getting married, I have been insisting on steaming steamed buns by myself, but my steamed bun steaming skills have never been improved. Either there is too much alkali, or there is too little alkali. I remember one time I added too much alkali to steamed steamed buns. I helplessly looked at the steamed buns that were already yellow before they were put into the pot. Suddenly I thought: Since the pH of the steamed buns is suitable, I might as well put some vinegar in the water. What would happen? ? no sooner said than done. I picked up the vinegar bottle and poured it down several times. The steamed buns were coming up, so I was worried, so I took a peek and was delighted, it was okay! Wait until the pot is ready. The steamed buns are all white and shiny. Not to mention eating them, they look so comfortable! I really got the hang of it, and I was pretty good at steaming steamed buns, but I became lazy. I switched from steaming steamed buns to buying steamed buns, but the steamed buns I bought couldn’t taste the original steamed noodle steamed buns. That kind of strength, that kind of porcelain solidity, that kind of dough fragrance, you can’t find it anymore!

Today, I went to Yanbai to do some shopping. I passed by the pasta section on the first floor and saw all kinds of pasta: flower rolls, fried cakes, flatbreads, pies, sesame seed cakes with various fillings, hand-carved noodles. Little flowers, celery steamed buns, pumpkin steamed buns, millet steamed buns, black rice steamed buns...

My eyes suddenly shone when I looked at these pastries! A different kind of kindness came to my heart again, thinking of the past years and the hand-kneaded steamed buns. The sweetness of the steamed bun filled my taste buds again. Ah, the laughter that filled the room, my father was lighting the fire, my mother was busy at the stove, and I was holding an upside-down bowl with mixed red paint at the bottom. Thick fog enveloped the roof and refused to dissipate for a long time. My mother quickly picked up the steamed buns one by one and placed them on the curtain. I then dipped a chopstick into the paint at the bottom of the bowl and gently tapped the steamed buns...a little, a little...the steamed bun images. The eyebrows were dotted with vermilion like an auspicious doll, swaying in front of my eyes...