Chapter 12 Ginger Tea - Jian Zhen

Some tastes, even as small as how the wind combs the hair, how the rain moistens the cracked lips, can only be savored after a certain age. , it becomes rough; the joys and sorrows that I believed to be real at the moment, but after deep dive and recall, I am afraid that I will become in a trance. It is like a butterfly flying through the wall, leaving behind a beautiful image or a light fragrance. ——It is the pollen accidentally leaked when the wings are fluttering. Maybe there is nothing, because I forgot that there was a butterfly flying past my eyes. Many years later, she suddenly remembered that bowl of ginger tea. When the memory began to search and the bowl of hot tea emerged, she was surprised even herself. She was not sure what the taste of ginger tea was, because she also doubted whether she drank it or not. ?

It happened on an ordinary winter day, and her child suffered from a bit of wind and cold. As a mother, she deliberately bought a few old gingers. She was not sure whether a single ginger could exert a magical effect, but because she became a mother, It means that the small folk remedies circulated in life will also become a part of faith. She wants to cook ginger soup and let the children drink it hot, maybe it will be all right. The tone of trust instills the wonder of Mother Ginger into the child. "Have you ever drank it? Is it really like this?" the child asked. Then she hesitated, scrubbing the muddy old ginger in the warm small kitchen, and asked herself hesitantly: Should the skin be peeled?Should it be shredded or flattened?Do you want to put sugar?If so, should I put rock sugar or granulated sugar?Boil into one bowl or two bowls?

She can't remember the taste of that bowl of ginger tea. If she really drank the bowl of tea her mother made for her, today, she should remember the way to cut the ginger, the heat of the soup, and whether it was served with sweetness?Then, she must not have drunk that bowl of tea. But why does she still have the impression of that bowl of tea?Also, remembering that her mother cooked it for her. She can't help but feel a little depressed, as if a beautiful page has been lost, and now doesn't know how to make up the memory of the missing page. Like all young girls, she deliberately ruined herself to make her mother more painful and helpless. She knew that doing so would hurt the people closest to her. She did it, deliberately ( She recalled the mentality of deliberate confrontation at that time, and she couldn't help sighing at this time). After the continuous cold war, a voice suddenly came in from outside the door: "...hot ginger tea..." She even forgot that the voice was Is it the condescending mother, or someone else who is in charge of delivering the message under the mother's instigation?

How is the disease cured?It must have nothing to do with the bowl of ginger mother tea, presumably, she did not drink that bowl of tea. The amazing thing is that Jiang mother, who is said to cure wind and cold, has become a part of her belief. Jiang, wants to cure her child's little cold. She thought, just cook according to a mother's imagination!Just add some rock sugar. Although I'm not sure about Mother Jiang's magic, at least she can coax her child like this: "Drink it hot, it's delicious, and it's sweet!"