Diamond horns are always inseparable from good memories.
When I was a child, every summer, I always had to eat diamond horns. Mom and Dad bought it from the street, first scalded it with boiling water, then used a kitchen knife to cut everything in half on the board, and cut a small pile in a moment. A few of our brothers and sisters each grabbed a handful and ate it, squeezed the sharp horn with their hands, put it in their mouths and bit it, and the diamond horn meat fell out, and it was powdery and slightly sweet. Sometimes it is not clean at once, so I put it mouth down, put it on the table, and put it together and put it in my mouth. If there are three or four corners, Mom and Dad will take the trouble to peel off the whole diamond horn meat, which is especially popular with us, because it is convenient and enjoyable to eat. Sometimes we would take a whole shell and bite it in our mouths, and the diamond horn meat would be squeezed out of the middle eye, a white strip, like a noodle.
After getting married, I left my parents and ate less time to eat diamond horns, and slowly I forgot about it. It was only when I saw the big diamond horn that could be eaten in the vegetable market that I knew that there was such a variety of the original diamond corner.
Now, this kind of small diamond horn (Picture 1) has rarely been seen, and if Mom and Dad see a good one, they will buy it and put it in the refrigerator freezer for us to eat at home, or bring a copy to Hefei for their sister.
Once my cute little girl picked up a big diamond horn and put it under her nose and said, "Mom, like a beard?" "Like, like, of course, like, in order to protect privacy, here is not a picture."
