People often say that steamed buns are delicious, but I haven't tasted them and I don't know what they taste. This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed stuffed bun shop to open my eyes and eat. I finally got what I wanted that day. Steamed bread is whisked, thin skin, there seems to be a bag of juice inside. They are small and exquisite, shaped like pagodas, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, and the fragrance at the top of the tower overflows with the wind, shaped like steamed bread. No wonder it's called steamed buns. Generally, there are ten steamed buns in a cage. Each steamed bun is like a small snowball, but there is a pothole on it. I was intoxicated before the aroma came up. I can't wait to swallow the whole steamed bread in one gulp. A cage of steamed bread came up and I sat in the chair. Steamed bread gives off a faint fragrance. As soon as I smell this fragrance, I can't help but gulp it down. Hardly had he picked up a "chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth when he began to fight back. My stomach is growling with hunger at the moment, and I want to open my mouth wide and swallow four steamed buns in one gulp. So I carefully picked up the steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks, because I took a small bite and the juice ran into my mouth like a tribe. I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it in my mouth. The meat is loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, its meat suddenly loosened and it was delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed stuffed buns, you should first dip in vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat." The delicious essence of steamed stuffed bun is in the soup. I eat according to my mother's method. The soup is fresh, thin and tender. It is really delicious. I really don't know if I won't eat steamed stuffed bun for a while, but once I eat it, I won't forget it. I wolfed it down. Its meat is full, and a mouthful of fresh, thick and salty makes you want to eat. So I pestered my mother to buy another guest. How can I put it down when my aunt brought it with a smile? After eating one mouthful after another, I was full of fragrance and smacked my lips. I couldn't help but admire: "Beauty! It's really delicious. " Blink of an eye and wiped out, touched the bulging belly, added a mouth, the rest is unfinished. How's it going? Are you excited? It's better to run around and eat steamed buns at home!

Delicious steamed buns People say steamed buns are delicious, but I have never tasted them and I don't know what they taste. This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed stuffed bun shop to open my eyes and eat my fill. That day has finally arrived. This small steamed bun is full of life and thin skin. It looks like a packet of gravy in it. It is small and exquisite, and looks like a pagoda. It is translucent and solid, glittering and translucent and yellow. There are waves of fragrance floating on the top of the pagoda, and its shape is similar to that of steamed buns. No wonder this small steamed bun. Generally, there are ten steamed buns in a cage, each of which is bulging like a small snow ball, but there is an irregular place on it, and I was badly smoked by the smell before it came up. I wanted to swallow the whole steamed buns in one gulp. A cage of steamed buns came up, and I sat in a chair. The steamed buns gave off a faint fragrance. As soon as I smell this sweetness, I can't help but want to eat it. Hardly had he picked up a little "Pan Dun" and put it in his mouth when he started fighting. My stomach is growling at this moment, and I can't wait to turn the four-cage steamed buns into a big mouth and swallow them in one gulp. So I carefully picked up the steamed buns with chopsticks, because the juice ran in my mouth like an army, biting little by little. I put a little vinegar on it and put it in my mouth lightly. The meat is soft and loose. As soon as I chew it, its meat will come loose at once. It's so delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed buns, you should first rub some vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat. The steamed buns in the soup are delicious. I ate fresh soup according to my mother's method, and it was really great. Sure enough, I don't know if I don't eat steamed buns for a while, but I forget to eat them for a while. I wolfed it down. This is very real meat, a mouthful of fresh fruit, thick and salty, which makes you want to eat. So I still pestered my mother to buy customers. When Aunt Xiaoying came with her, how could I let her go? Eating and eating, my mouth is full of fragrance, and I don' t like it. I said, "It' s beautiful! It's delicious. " Blink of an eye, I was ruined again. I touched my bulging stomach and opened my mouth more. Yuxing regretted it. What, a crush? ! Dongbi action, eat the steamed buns in your hometown! ! ! !

Pork bone porridge

I've only eaten meat and bone porridge once. It was a Sunday morning in winter in Jiangnan, and my thrifty aunt suddenly offered to take me to eat meat and bone porridge. I was flattered and followed her all the way for fear that she would suddenly change her mind. Go along Qingshiban Road, cross the bustling food market and turn into an alley. Far away, I saw a small shop with white fog, and I heard the sound of an iron spoon knocking on the edge of the pot. My aunt led me into the shop, which was full. Everyone is sipping this meat and bone porridge, which seems really delicious. The proprietress led us into the inner kitchen and said apologetically, "Let's eat here." The proprietress is a 40-year-old woman with ear-long hair and a black hairpin carefully pinned behind her ear. I was afraid that menstruation would get cold feet and run away, so I quickly made my own decision and said, "Yes, yes." As a result, menstruation got two dirty eyes. "Ok, a bowl of meat and bone porridge." The proprietress grabbed the big iron spoon in one hand and uncovered the big pot cover in the other. Suddenly, a heat wave swept the smell of porridge. She stirred the pot with a big iron spoon and handed me a big bowl of porridge. This bowl of porridge is gray, the rice has not been cooked to its original shape, and the porridge surface is dotted with a few pieces of meat and bones. I tasted it carefully, well, it was fragrant and sticky. You really don't have to "eat", just drink. I just stood by the big stove, holding a big bowl, hula hula drinking the meat and bone porridge for the first time in my life Finally, I bit those bones like a puppy. That bowl of porridge cost my aunt 5 cents. Later, my aunt told me that cooking meat and bones was very troublesome. First, the meat bones (bones connected with some meat) should be boiled for several hours, and then the new rice should be washed and put in before cooking. You can't cook the coke. The key is to master the heat and slow it down. Finally, add salt and monosodium glutamate. Therefore, it is time-consuming and laborious for ordinary families not to make meat and bone porridge and not to drink it. She also warned me not to eat more meat and bone porridge in the street, because some bosses would put the bones eaten by their guests back in the pot to save money. I don't know whether what she said is true or not. Anyway, since then, I have never eaten meat and bone porridge again, not because I was afraid of being unsanitary, but because I didn't have enough money in my pocket to distribute. But I often go to that meat and bone porridge shop, mainly to see how they handle the finished bones. But the proprietress seems to understand my intention and always greets me with a smile: "Little girl, come and eat a bowl." Then I ran away.

Pork and bone porridge: I only had one pork and bone porridge. It was a winter Sunday morning in the south, and my thrifty aunt suddenly offered to take me to eat meat and bone porridge. I was flattered and followed her all the way, for fear that she would suddenly change her mind. Go along Qingshiban Road, cross the bustling vegetable city and turn into an alley. In a small workshop far away, I saw the white fog of Sawar, and I also heard the sound of an iron spoon banging on the pot. Her aunt took me into this workshop, which was completely full. Everyone is drinking this meat and bone porridge, as if it is really delicious. The proprietress took us into an inner kitchen and said apologetically, "Let's eat here." The proprietress is a woman in her forties, with ear-length hair and meticulous black hairpins behind her ears. I was afraid that my aunt would retire, so I quickly said to my family, "Yes, yes." As a result, she gave her aunt two dirty eyes. "Well, a bowl of meat and bone porridge." The proprietress grabbed the big iron spoon in one hand and suddenly opened the cauldron. A cold heat wave swept through, and the smell of porridge was fragrant. She stirred the mixture in the pot with a big iron spoon and handed me a big bowl of porridge. The bowl is gray, the rice has been cooked to the embryonic form, and there are still a few small meat bones on the porridge surface. I tasted it carefully, well, it was fragrant and sticky. In fact, you don't need to "eat", just drink. I just stood in front of the hot water stove, picked up the bowl, and purred the meat and bone porridge for the first time. The puppy likes to hone those pieces of meat clean. This bowl cost her aunt 5 cents. Later, her aunt told me that cooking meat and bones was very troublesome. Boil the meat bones (with some meat bones) for a few hours, then put the new Mitao well in and cook it again. You can't cook coke. The key point is to master the heat and enjoy it slowly. Finally add salt and monosodium glutamate. Therefore, the average family will not make meat and bone porridge, and it will not take time to drink it. She also warned me not to eat more meat and bone porridge, because some bosses let guests eat bones and put them back in the pot to save money. I don't know if what she said is true or not. Anyway, since then, I will never eat meat and bone porridge again, not because of my health, but because I have enough money in my pocket. But I still often go to the meat and bone porridge shop, mainly to see how they deal with the finished bones. But the proprietress seems to understand my intention and always greets me with a smile: "Little girl, come and have a bowl." Then, I started running.

Because I don't know where Quanzhou is, I just translated two English compositions about food for you and read them myself, hoping to adopt them.