The neighbor of the hutong, an 80-year-old woman, brought a bowl of "Nagu" (homonym NαGu, dialect) at lunch, I don't know what is it called in the hometown of your fellow stripers?
Although the name is different, you can immediately recognize that it is food.
Yes, it is a food, a food that used to feed the stomach. When the old lady first sent it over, it was still hot, and she had to let her wife taste it, and the wife said "delicious" while tasting, and the old lady was happy, because her "cooking skills" were recognized by the neighbors, and a sense of satisfaction was born on the old woman's face.
It is steamed with a little cornmeal soaked with wild vegetables and spread on a cage. Today, there are not many wild vegetables that can be used to "take the past", and the reason for its almost extinction may be related to the large number of herbicides in farmland. Therefore, wild vegetables that used to fill hunger have now become "rare" food.
During the spring season, the city's cooks travel in groups of three or five to the roadside fields in the suburban farmland to find untouchable wild vegetables that are hard to find, put them in vegetable baskets, carry them home, and process the spoils into delicious dishes for their families to share.
Lazy cooks go directly to the supermarket to buy ready-made wild vegetables, but its value is several times more expensive than artificially cultivated vegetables, and the price is that it is "wild" and pristine.
Thanks should be given to it, because it saved the lives of hundreds of millions of hungry people. Precisely:
Although it is not a feast,
But it should be a good meal.
It's not a delicacy,
But it has become a rarity.
Although native,
But still beautiful.
Let the taste buds smell fragrant,
Let the tip of the tongue taste sweet.