Chapter 22 crystal pie

We ate at the old gate of Songbai. As usual, Brother Lianhe and Yao Wanqiong led us to sit at the gate of the farmer’s house. There were two mangrove trees beside the yard, which had already yielded fruit, and the other was a walnut tree with lush leaves and a grand crown.The afternoon sun dragged its slanting light towards the west mountain. The hill opposite the courtyard is the chestnut base of 10,000 mu in the forest area, with velvet-like white flowers blooming on the branches. Looking from a distance, it seems that there is a layer of snow-fallen green branches.Bamboo was growing behind the house, there were thrushes crying, and a squirrel climbed up the walnut tree generously, and disappeared among the branches and leaves after jumping several times.

The fields are silent, the grass and insects start to sing, and the bees and butterflies are flying in the mild sunlight approaching dusk. Sitting at the gate of the farmhouse like this, shaking a paper fan, drinking Shennongjia green tea, listening to Brother Lianhe's talk about fishing, catching shrimp, stealing melons and hunting birds The story is very leisurely.Brother Lianhe's surname is Zheng, he is the secretary-general of the forest district government, handsome, and wears glasses with shallow myopia. Yao Wanqiong is the beauty section chief of his subordinate, who is in charge of the reception section. She was surprised to hear that her immediate superior has such a "glorious" history. Interrupting the topic when the food was served, Brother Lian still said: I want to write such a book.I said: Write it, let Yanshi Publishing House publish it, it will definitely sell well.

Among the dishes served, there was a cake, which was crystal clear and cut into small cubes.Yao Wanqiong introduced that this is called potato starch. I picked up a piece and tasted it. It was flexible, soft and elastic. It was a bit dry and astringent at first, but then it became smooth and soft.It is potato-flavored, especially after chewing for a while, then chew it with the cold Nepeta on the side, and it has the spicy and green aroma of Nepeta.Watching the sunset, bathing in the cool evening breeze in the mountains, listening to the crowing of cocks and dogs, and cicadas in the village, this food is like the extreme delicacy of rural China, and there is some idea of ​​caring for it.

Later, I ate crystal cakes in other places, but they were not as beautiful as the gate of this farmer's house, or I thought that some memories about the juvenile farce mobilized the beautiful deposits in my heart. In the past, there is a faint sense of tranquility, melancholy and sweetness. This is a short pause in life, or looking at it. A thin round of moon rises in the light blue sky, and there is a sunset in the west.