ice
to
melt
it
for
his
ther
to
get
fish。
we
use
yam
and
mung
bean
to
make
it,
no
fish,
but
full
of
respect。”
姑娘咬了一小口,酥皮在舌尖化开,她眼睛亮了起来,用不太流利的中文说:“好吃,像云朵。”
后厨里,邢成义正盯着蒸笼。笼屉里的素包子捏成了莲花形状,褶子细密得像真的花瓣,里面是香菇和笋丁做的馅。他掀开笼盖时,白色的蒸汽腾地涌上来,在他眼镜片上蒙上层雾。他用长筷子夹起一个,轻轻按了按包子顶——能慢慢回弹,说明火候刚好。“给前厅送过去吧,让他们配着小米粥吃,粥里加了南瓜,颜色好看,也养胃。”
餐厅里渐渐热闹起来。有位老先生正拿着手机对着“亲尝汤药”的壁画拍照,陈露走过去,指着画里汉文帝给母亲喂药的画面说:“in
ancient
china,
filial
piety
was
very
important。
the
emperor
even
tasted
the