Chenxi Blood Duck Composition

The intertwining of black and white is particularly conspicuous in the dim room, and even the air becomes heavy with the black and white rendering. I stood in front of my grandma’s coffin, and chaotic thoughts wrapped around my heart like vines. The stabbing pains opened the door to childhood memories for me.

I have been picky about food since I was a child. There are very few vegetables, tofu, meat, etc. that I like to eat. As long as they are bitter or salty, I will not eat them. Somehow I love eating the blood duck made by my grandma. (Blood duck is a specialty of our hometown and a must-have on the table during every New Year and festival). Grandma's blood duck is extremely spicy and is quite famous among neighbors near and far. Whenever there is a festival, I will stuff a few extra bowls of rice. Grandma saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart.

On this day, when I saw that there were no dishes on the table that I liked, I frowned, and then I ran straight to the embrace of the TV. After grandma finished working in the kitchen, she asked grandpa and me to eat. "If there are no dishes that I like, I don't want to eat them." I stared at the TV channel. Grandma seemed to have expected it, but she was taunting me: "What kind of delicious food do you want to eat? Dragon meat or phoenix meat from the sky? You tell me!" Although she was mumbling in her mouth, her feet moved away. He walked straight to the refrigerator and entered the kitchen with something in hand. I could only hear the sound of the spatula hitting the pot coming from inside. With a click, a bowl of blood duck with pure color and fragrant aroma was brought to the table. Without my grandma calling me, I walked over following the aroma and asked my grandma to help me serve the rice. Grandma picked up a big bowl and filled it with rice with a smile, then pressed it again, added more, and walked towards me. I gulped it down quickly. At this time, the greedy grandpa couldn't help but want to pick up some duck meat to eat with his meal, so he put his chopsticks in. "Pah!" A pair of chopsticks pressed against the grandfather's chopsticks. Then he looked up and saw that it was grandma. She said, "Oh! You are such a person. You are grabbing vegetables from your granddaughter and letting her finish eating before you eat!" As soon as he finished speaking, grandpa grinned, and I opened my mouth full of food and smiled stupidly.

Recalling bits and pieces of the past, crystal tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but think of Li Qingzhao’s “Things are different and people are different, everything is over, and the tears that you want to speak should flow first.” The taste of blood duck in my hometown is something I will never forget, and I will never forget the person who made it. Grandma, how are you doing in heaven?