Praise for steamed bread

1. Later, we scratched with chopsticks and knives, pinched, twisted, pinched and rubbed with our fingers, and made "rabbit", "melon seeds", "candy" and "cabbage" ... steamed by grandma. I watched anxiously and imagined what they would look like after steaming.

Twenty minutes later, the steamed bread came out, fat and steaming in vain. Ha, the tail of "Little Mouse" obediently sticks to its back, and the ear of "Little Rabbit" rests on its neck. I picked this up and put that down. I can't put it down. Then I couldn't help but taste one. Although adzuki bean is still hard, it tastes better than anything else.

2. I remember working as an intern in a foreign country when I was in college, and our class took turns cooking in groups. The steamed bread in our group is as big as it is when it is steamed and as big as it is when it is cooked. The steamed bread in your hand is like rubber, heavy and uncomfortable to eat in your mouth. In that case, everyone wants to laugh in retrospect.

Every time I go, I always like to eat steamed bread sent by my mother. Especially the steamed bread that has just come out of the cage gives off a unique aroma, and I can eat two even without food. My stubborn image and unsightly eating often make my mother pat me on the back of the head, sometimes with a little noise.

One day at noon, my mother steamed a pot of bright, round and big steamed bread. I was so happy that I grabbed one and stuffed it in my mouth. But the steamed bread has just come out of the pot and is too hot. I let out a cry of heat and quickly let go, and the snow-white steamed bread fell to the ground. I squatted on the ground and looked at the steamed bread that had been stained with dust. I feel so sad that I want to cry.