#头条故事挑战赛 #
My grandmother's house is all my second home, where there are many joys of my childhood, where there are many companions, where there are many childhood stories left for me...
Nine years later, I came to my grandmother's house, where I had a lot of childhood fun. Play hide-and-seek, rope binding, table tennis...
My grandmother's village was very famous in ancient times, with large stone roads, filial piety rows, falling horses station, each house has a wall isolation, each exit has a gate, each household is connected, no shuttle on rainy days, shoes are not wet... The whole village is very stylish.
The people in Grandma's family are very happy, and it can be said that there is no spicy or unhappy.
The first time I went to my partner's house to play, I saw my partner's mother fried a bowl of dried tofu, but put a lot of sour peppers, I frowned, put so much, not spicy? I kept thinking about the feeling of being spicy. I also speak doubtfully about the doubts in my heart. The partner's mother smiled and said that others put so many sour peppers, but they were not spicy at all, extremely appetizing, and they could eat three bowls of rice. Come and taste it, and give me a piece of dried tofu to eat. I carefully took it, two fingers between them, and it was neither nor not to eat. My partner couldn't look at it, so he directly held up my hand, took a sip, thought it was over, and thought about going home to drink water immediately. After a while, chew it, it feels pretty tasty, really appetizing, not spicy. As I ate it, I praised my partner's mother for the deliciousness of the stir-fry.
The partner's mother said that she would put some other flavors (flavored plants) to increase the fragrance.
Later, my grandmother and I talked about wanting to eat this dish, and my grandmother took me to buy it, and told me to choose white dried tofu, don't smoke yellow dried tofu, you have to fry it yourself, fry it until it is golden brown, it is delicious. In a mixture of sour peppers, beans
Tempeh, fennel, watching grandma fry, I sat by the fire, helping grandma to add firewood, bursts of fragrance wafted into my stomach, from time to time to swallow saliva.
When I grew up, I went back to my grandmother's house again, my grandmother always killed chicken and duck, but I most wanted to eat spiced dried tofu, although it was an ordinary dish, no meat, but it was really delicious.
After work, I also tried to fry it myself, but it was not the taste I ate as a child, and I missed my grandmother's fried spiced dried beans.