#头条创作挑战赛#
Lead:
There is a delicacy in my memory, not only delicious, but also with a beautiful name.
At that time, I was only a few years old, and the villagers came back after going to the city to work, and said that there was a delicacy in the city, called butterflies crossing the river.
I heard the name and wondered what this butterfly had to do with fish.
Until my father bought a black fish and came back, saying that he would make butterflies to cross the river, thinking that his father had not been to the city to eat this dish, and he heard that he would make it?
My father is worthy of being the son of a village cook, and my grandfather is a cook in the township and the person in charge of red and white happy events.
Although my father has not formally learned it, he still knows a little about my grandfather's basic skills.
He sliced the black fish into thin slices and connected the two pieces together, which looked like a butterfly flying.
My mother cooked a sauerkraut soup with fish bones, added dried chili peppers, and put the fish fillets into the hot and sour soup to blanch them. This is a butterfly crossing the river, but the butterfly falls into the river and cooks.
Looking back now, butterflies crossing the river are like eating hot pot fish fillets, the taste is sauerkraut fish, tender and smooth, sour and spicy and appetizing. Delicious!
