When I was a child, my condition was limited, and my father was tired from work. Give us some change to go to the small shop in the village, make some loose wine, and buy some small dishes: fish skin peanuts, dried beans, hairy eggs.
When I got home, dad drank a little wine and we ate some of it, and mid-term fish skin peanuts were the favorite taste of the hour. Memories are flavorful, the wine is fragrant with peanuts and dried beans, and the family's small happiness is still missed.
On the birthday of the child to buy a birthday gift, we went to the supermarket for a while, I saw the fish skin peanuts, so he asked him to buy this as a gift for me. I told this story to my little one, eating fragrant fish skin peanuts, and maybe later my children will remember the warm little story I told when they see this snack.
There are also roasted sweet potatoes in the mountains when I was a child, dig a hole in the stone to bury the sweet potatoes in the soil, burn them on the fire, burn out the black carbon on the outside, and the soft inside is eaten, one hand, one mouth, and the face is completely black, like a flower face [teeth].
Childhood is too good, memories are too delicious.