Wang Lihui /Jiangsu
A piece of old tofu precipitates the portion
Fish out of the bucket
Bamboo baskets drain the water into the river in my hometown
One by one, nostalgia accumulates
At the tail of the year, asuka quintessential seeds
Throw it into the oil pan and boil hot
Blends with snow lights
Tofu gels like jade cut out squares
The old hand rolls with love
The more fried the more golden the fruit, the more crispy it became
The aroma is overflowing from home to the mouth of the village
On the stove like a cat, sneak a bite to eat
Dipped in soy sauce, rolling on the tip of your tongue
Take a sip and leave the thoughts to the village
Take a sip and wrap the temperature into a foreign land
Today, a packet of fried tofu fruit
Packing memories and the footsteps of the Spring Festival
Express delivery to the city's tall buildings
(Image from the Internet)
