#Taste in Memory#
There are many delicacies in memory, and it is difficult to describe them all. Impressive delicacies include the sandy and sweet apricot-yellow dates in southern Xinjiang, which are really delicious.
There is another thing that is still unforgettable, and it is also a special taste in the heart! It was also the winter when I was 9 years old, and my little sister was hospitalized for pneumonia caused by fever when she was 3 years old, and her mother accompanied her in the hospital.
At that time, the parents' salaries were very low, and they had to send money to the elderly in the families on both sides of the month, and the burden of life was very heavy. My dad couldn't cook, and the only thing he did with was gnocchi soup.
So, at dinner time, he took my brother and I to his vegetable garden behind the bungalow to pick some green gray cabbage and go home to wash the soup used to make knots. In addition to the oil and salt shallots and gray gray vegetables, there are no other ingredients, but the taste is light and fresh, really delicious!
Years later, many things have been forgotten, but the taste of memory is still retained, and what is engraved in the heart is the tall and burly figure of the old father when he was young (now the old father who is over eighty years old is a little weak, but "knocking the thin bone forward, like a copper sound", the spirit is still strong. And that fragrant gnocchi soup, it's as clear as yesterday!
