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| Colleagues bought bread machine, every day with mask house a different taste of bread. Envy, the best reputation, the mother heard not to regard it as right. The next day, eat a bag of coarse pocket bag. Fine view, the color of the ugly, ugly, like a cake of bread. The mother is called: Chinese bread. Cannot bear her kindness, like a piece of heroic martyrdom in the mouth. A crisp cool feeling in the throat flexible diffusion, oral filled with rich layers of authentic sweet food. For a time, he couldn't bear that a wisp of lingering fragrance, instantly wipe out most of the bread "". The mother is very proud, said the mystery mask house, inside the main ingredient is not like you love it. Look at the hands of the "bread", I have some doubts about its origins. The mother in the kitchen cooking old has a history, pot, bowl ah ah, the old clumsy, even my age. She is very cherish them, although some lack of edge off porcelain, also neat placed in the cupboard. Modern science and technology armed the kitchen, mother always love to her those old objects, cooking fried, fried stew boiled stew, made little use of new additions to the cooker. She can only make bread should be double pot Flapjack that fired clay. Your face is dark, the pot body rough, with the edge of the pan ear, each a thin wire, easy to take. Mother smiled and responded to my doubts, you can not underestimate the ZA those old objects, a point not to let those sorts of new kitchen. I smiled, remembering mother cooked meat, with the big black iron. The bottom surface of the pot ears sharp, dark burnished, covered with thick bottom ashes. Frame on the fire slowly clung to, a wisp of a wisp of fragrance overflowing, Jinian put the years infiltrating the wood rafters of the roof, faint divergent home taste. Going to sleep at night, threw a shovel of coal face in the fire, since the night of boiled stew. The second day, the meat rotten soup thick, slightly steaming hot, as if someone to see just right. Mother take a pot, even meat soup with dig into half bowl, put the cooked noodles, again some green vegetables mask house, tomato to do an ornament is the pre warm breakfast. Every time to eat the rest of the rice, she put into the blue side monaural white porcelain mug, mix distiller's yeast, wrapped Wu Yan two days, pure flavor of fermented glutinous rice drink. Often admire her magical, simple cooking can make food beat all in her hand. Small ceramic jar free to take a father to drink wine, put in the stem, root Zecai discarded, with white vinegar, pickled wine. The next day, remove, cut filaments, sesame oil, Sheng in the gap of the bowl, with Steamed buns, noodles, fresh and delicious mask house. When I was a child, home of the soy sauce and vinegar mixed in the mouth of glazed black coarse porcelain old cylinder in brewing, I will lie half a bowl of vinegar in the cylinder along the border to scoop, breath drink, the taste of the acid cool unforgettable. But the beauty is just picked up soy sauce bulk white pot, only when it dipped in sauce, can glut oneself with delicacies. |
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