Poetry describing delicious food

There are no plum blossoms in the warm mountains, and the crabs in Qingjiang are unique.

300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.

Shu people value celery buds and miscellaneous pigeon meat.

Qin only cooks mutton soup, and wax forms in the dragon.

All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Buy pig bones at the east gate and order orange sauce. Steamed chicken is the most famous, and beautiful women are not fish and turtles.

The first time I went to Tang 'an, I cooked glutinous rice and carved Hu Mei. It is as big as amaranth, as white as jade, slippery, and smells all over the room.

The bass is fat and crisp, and the spoon is delicious. (Qiao Mai) Both cooked oil and new cakes are fragrant.

Clean, water shortage, firewood can not afford to smoke. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Good pork in Huangzhou is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't understand. Get up in the morning and cook two bowls. I'm too full to care for my husband.