Rice with rice and oil
Text/Correction Mom
Rice rice and oily rice rice
In memory, rice dumplings are only available in the town, and they cost five cents a piece. My family is seven or eight miles away from the town, and my parents only go to the town for ten and a half days to buy rice and meat, and occasionally they may bring me two rice dumplings. The rice dumplings are roasted on both sides on the coal fire, golden brown, crispy and sweet, and I still miss the taste of my childhood.
I remember that the daughter of the principal of the elementary school was called Haruka. She was sick and had a disease called white mouth sores. The principal took her daughter from her hometown to take care of her. Because children are sick, adults naturally have a lot to eat, so spring flowers often have rice and rice to eat. Maybe the adults all went to class, and I sat face to face across the stove from Spring Flower and Me. She struggled to eat the roasted golden rice dumplings, because of the sores in her mouth, she couldn't eat anything. I stared at her and her rice dumplings, wondering how someone could eat such a human delicacy? If it were me, I might swallow it in two bites...
The oil and oil rice is lard and soybean oil bibimbap, and the aroma of lard and soybean oil make white rice wonderful and charming. I remember that when I was a child, my family never bought soybean oil to eat, and soybean oil should be eaten by rich people; my family only ate salt.
There is a family surnamed Zhu in the Dao class. During the day, adults have to go out to maintain the road, two of the four children surnamed Zhu read, and the two who have not read have nowhere to go, so they follow their brothers and sisters to school. Zhu Sanmei's age is similar to mine, about three or four years old; Zhu Fourth Sister should be only one or two years old. One- and two-year-old children are hungry and their parents can't go home from work, so they have to eat more halfway. What you eat with the meal is the oily rice. Every day after the second class, Zhu Sanmei went to my house to borrow a fire to give her sister a hot meal. When the rice was hot, she must have let me take a small sip first, and she took a small sip; and then said that the sister had eaten it. We didn't dare to eat more of her, this was the little sister's food, and we were reluctant to eat more. But how can there be such a delicious thing in this world!
From waking up in the morning and not eating anything, to eating rice dumplings and oily rice at two or three o'clock, it really has a childhood taste.
About the author: Tangled mom, a woman who likes to be free, a mother with two puppies.