Like a boat moored in the harbor, the taste of home is a bowl of fried rice with eggs, a cup of refreshing and sweet tea, and more silent love.
Every weekend, it's time for my mother to show her talents when her study and life are over. First, at noon, pour 2 cups of rice into the rice pot, wash it with clear water, drop a drop of oil and cover the pot. After a while, it became three bowls of rice with abundant grains. Pick up chopsticks and clip them up. Boutique, snow-white shell contains soft and delicate, but not loose, but also bring a piece of fragrant rice. Take out a bowl, pour it on the tray and put it in the refrigerator. Spring sunshine gives people countless warmth. After the extra time, a bowl of warm rice, facing the reflection of red clouds, was slowly taken out and put into a boiling pot. At this time, my mother will always take out a few shallots and carrots, chop them up, and mix them with golden scrambled eggs that have been formed by egg liquid and rice that has been put into the pot to weave a beautiful three-color picture. After cooking, put it in a bowl and take a bite with a spoon. The rice soaked in egg liquid is soft, fragrant and greasy, which makes people want to eat a second bite. The sweetness of carrots and the purity of onions from the field bring dreamy and unforgettable memories to taste buds.
Speaking of tea, it is a faint fragrance. Old people often say: "Tea people are among plants, making friends, entertaining guests and making their own products. Among everything, there is tea. " Every time I go back to my hometown, I can hear the sound of boiling tea outside the door, followed by an ancient fragrance of vegetation. Entering the door, grandpa called us to sit down, took out a small beaker, put the brewed tea into the prepared small pot, poured hot water and covered it. /kloc-within 0/0 minutes, there are several small cups of light yellow tea, which are rippling. Grandpa took a cup and didn't gulp it down, but took a sip on his mouth and didn't swallow it immediately until the fragrance of tea captured the taste buds. I remember that when summer comes, grandpa always puts fresh osmanthus and oolong tea in the pot every time he treats us. The finished product not only keeps the sweet and sour taste of oolong tea, but also increases the fragrance of osmanthus, which has endless aftertaste. Whenever the tea runs out, grandpa will always nag about some big things. He often said, "Look, this life is just a cup of tea. The first sip, green and tender, can't smell; Drink again, rich and mellow, with more vicissitudes and experience; The final drink is crystal clear, with a long aftertaste, and the lips and teeth remain fragrant. Tea is better, and life is better. Only by carefully understanding can we appreciate the ups and downs of the world. " After listening to these, looking at the intoxicating tea embedded in the red edge of the cup is even more delicious.
Don't forget to go home when you run aground on the rocks. The taste of home, solidified in golden fried rice, deeply dissolved in pure tea fragrance, moistened the taste buds with love, and will never be forgotten.