The first time I ate pancakes was at grandma's house. One day, after breakfast, my mother said, honey, go to your mother's house and ask your uncle to come and play with the hand mill. At that time, my father taught in a foreign land. My mother told me to get on the bus and call my uncle as soon as he was busy with farming. Seeing that the wheat harvest will be cut on April 20, my mother sent me to call my uncle early in the morning. My home is more than ten miles away from the stockade. Over a small river ditch, through a mass grave, along the Grand Canal until you reach the post, after village after village, you arrive at Magang Village. My mother lives at the eastern end of Magang village. In the cry of "peas are secretly cooked", I pushed open the door of my mother's house and I was sitting in the yard with a girl I didn't know very well. Cloth padding is an ancient custom, which is to dip rags in corn batter, stick them on the door panel layer by layer, dry them and take them off to make lasagna. The girl saw it first and smiled, revealing a pair of shallow dimples: "Mistress, you have a guest at home." Listen to the dialogue and know that the girl's name is Huaqiang. Look at her. She is thin, wearing a plaid shirt, with two short braids and big talking eyes. She winked at me, lowered her eyelids and said to my mother, "Third mistress, I'll go back first and help you after lunch." Then he turned and walked away. I was about thirteen or fourteen at that time, and judging from her, I was fifteen or sixteen. My uncle hasn't returned to my third aunt's house to help. I had to stay after lunch and go with my uncle when he came back. I'll stay. In those days, Huaqiang often came to help me draw cloth. Say a word or two when you are familiar with it. One day, after finishing painting, I was very idle. Huaqiang told me to go to the post office to collect horses and eat vegetables, saying it was a pancake stall. A group of people are behind a paulownia forest. It is said that wolves often haunt there, but I am elated and smiling, and I am leading the way. Who knows that there is no wolf howling in the post, but there are many birds singing like "peas stealing trees", and it is gone with a cry. Horses also eat a lot of vegetables, which are very fat and tender. The villagers call the flowering horse food foreign horse food, and the non-flowering horse food Ama food. I specialize in picking flowers. Huaqiang looked at my dimple and smiled: "Flowers are beautiful but not delicious." I listened to her words and looked at her thin figure. I don't know why a strange feeling came to my mind and made me tremble all over. I deliberately ignored her, just picked a basket of horse food with flowers. Huaqiang saw it and smiled. When I got home, my mother said that I chose foreign horse food, which was not good for me. As a result, I didn't get pancakes that night. However, that night, I had the first time to eat Ma Liang pancake, which was sent to me by Huaqiang. -thick, soft fragrance, dipped in garlic juice, I wolfed it down. I don't remember how many horse food pancakes I ate that night. I only remember that Huaqiang always put the back of his hand against the threshold and covered his mouth that night, watching me laugh and laugh. In the late spring breeze, kerosene lamps swayed on her. When I graduated from high school, my uncle came to my house and said that when Huaqiang was beating wheat, his right arm was crushed by the threshing machine. I haven't heard from her for a long time. Years ago, I accidentally mentioned her when I went back to my hometown. My mother said with a sigh. Well, that girl died years ago. Up to now, I have missed Tengzhou pancakes made by my mother countless times.