Chapter 21 Grandma's Bacon Ciba

For a while, my grandma always moved, and she couldn’t see it when I went to the county town. It happened that the geological team was exploring the bottom of the lake in the east of the city, and I was sent to work there.To go to the construction site, if you take a car, you can take the road beside Dawang Lake, and if you walk, you can take a small path and take the Widow's Embankment.There is a sad and beautiful legend about the Widow's Embankment. It was built by the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after she lost her husband and son-in-law. At that time, she didn't think it was very meaningful. As the gulls took off and landed in an arc, there was a different kind of emotion, because their husbands and husbands were all shipwrecked.I have chosen to walk alone on Widow's Embankment for a while, and I like to listen to the crisp sound of the waves beating against the waves.

That day, I was walking along the shore of the lake by the county seat, and vaguely heard a voice calling me: Qinger, Qinger!When I looked back, it was grandma who was leaning on a cane and covering her forehead with one hand and shouting at me. My heart felt hot, and I turned around and ran towards my grandma.I haven't seen my grandma for a long time. I really can't believe that I can see my grandma by the lake. She used to live on Qianjin Street, and later moved to Minzhu Street. When did she move to the lake? I sat down, and there were roaring waves, lake gulls and flying willows outside the door, and grandma went to cook me food.While talking to me, grandma asked me if my work was making progress, and at the same time poked the briquettes in the iron stove with an iron bar, causing the white coal ash to fly from the holes of the blue flame.Then put the iron pan on, scoop up the water, and grandma leaned on a cane to get things from the cabinet.

This is a kind of food that I still can’t name it. I have always called it bacon glutinous rice cake. When my grandma put it in a big bowl on the table, it was steaming hot, and suddenly I was hungry. There was a huge craving, and mouthwatering was exactly the right thing to do.There are white glutinous rice cakes in the bowl, red sorghum cakes, fried bacon with a golden focus in a pan, green onion "Shanghai green" cabbage and finely chopped green onions. The soup is a little salty, with the smell of bacon, the glutinous glutinous rice cake and sorghum cake are soft, the cabbage is green and tender, chew the bacon, the bacon releases the burnt aroma, and chew the glutinous rice cake again, you will have a glutinous and soft bacon flavor. The glutinous rice cakes are chewed flat or elongated, and then swallowed into a ball. After taking a sip of the soup, the soup has a mellow rice taste, and a new understanding of the old salty taste.I glanced at my grandma, who looked at me peacefully, with some silver threads oozing from her black hair, and she watched my eating posture with concern.Grandma is a clean freak, her hair is always in perfect condition, she recites the Buddha, and remembers that she always sat up and held the prayer beads in the morning before.Seeing my grandmother's encouraging eyes, I picked up another round sorghum cake with a plum blossom pattern on it. This is made of glutinous sorghum flour and water, and it is so soft that it is so soft on the tip of the tongue. When you stir it up to turn it over, the sorghum cake sticks tightly to the palate. It suffocates the sensitive palate, causing the palate to convey an extreme, sudden, subtle tremor.At this moment, all I can do is chew a mouthful of cabbage to clear my mouth, just like opening a window to let fresh air sweep through the warm and familiar air.

After eating a large bowl of glutinous rice cakes and bacon, beads of sweat ooze from the forehead, and the warmth has penetrated the whole body.I raised my head to look at grandma again. Grandma smiled and frowned, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her kind eyes conveyed a message to me that she was admiring my hungry appearance.