【Jinfeng】 Reunion cake

Zhang Zhongjun

Mid -Autumn Festival reunion

In the countryside, the Mid -Autumn Festival is the fragrance of melon fruit, and the crops shake their heads and sway their brains. When I was a kid, every Mid -Autumn Festival, I was so happy that I could eat fragrant white noodle reunion cakes.

That Mid -Autumn Festival, I was drilling in the cornfield and busy with corn. My mother said to me, "Today, August 15th, let's go home earlier and make reunion cakes in the evening."

In the past, whether corn or peanuts in the ground had to be dark to go home. That day, the sun was still old, and the mother asked the corn stick to be put on the car. On the way home, I pulled a cart, and my mother pushed it behind. The car was full of corn sticks. My brother heard that he wanted to make a reunion cake for us, so he trot for a while with the wooden cart. The mother was afraid of his bad legs, so he hugged his brother in the car, and his sister kept running with the cart.

The fields of autumn are full of harvests everywhere. The red sorghum laughed with his face high, shaking his head with the wind; the peanuts with a large finger belly in the peanut land were hung on the peanut seedlings densely, curious Look at the new things outside. There are cars and carts on the local road; people with livestock are also covered with donkeys, mules, horses, and pulling cars. Essence

On the way home, people were happy to meet in the past, with a smile on their faces, saying good things to each other. We came home and unloaded the corn on the car. The mother hurried into the kitchen, and her sister led her brother to play in the yard. I sat happily on the small wooden pier in front of the stove, ignite the fire, pulled up the box, and gave my mother -to burn the pot.

Mother not only does the farm work in the ground, but also a good hand, and it is also a coincidence that cooking. She razed on the chopping board, kneading, and cutting noodles, and then kneading each dough into round cakes with a bowl size. Salt the reunion cake, sprinkle some sesame grains on the front of the salty reunion cake; take the thimble of the needle thread, wash it with water, and press the front of the sweet reunion cake to press many round prints like stamps. Those rounded marks are the same size, and they are dense and dense, and they are stacked together to connect into a ring; there are one circle one by one; there are one ring one ring, plus reunion cakes are also round, and it seems to look like a round cake. In particular, it looks like art.

I ignited the fire and just burned for a while, my mother made a dozen reunion cakes under the smoke. The mother patted the flour on her hand, opened the lid, put the reunion cakes on the bamboo puppet in the pot, covered the lid, and said to me with a smile: "Good, go to play."

I was reluctant to leave the kitchen! When my mother saw me happily smelled the lid with my nose, she said, "Don't worry, you will be familiar with it in a while!" The mother sat in the stove to add firewood. With the sound of the air box, the golden flame in the stove rushed out quickly, licking the stove's mouth and jumping out. The water in the pot began to scream, and the hot air of the pot lid rose, and the sweet smell of the reunion cake per filled. That year, because I usually eat black nests, I rarely eat white noodles. Thinking about the reunion cake made of white noodles immediately, my brother and sister also ran into the kitchen when they smelled the fragrance.

"It's almost familiar! It smells delicious!" Said my sister. "It's familiar in a while." The mother said with a smile. "I want to eat." My brother said anxiously. "Don't worry, wait for a while, your dad will return the moon cake back." The mother said happily. With a familiar footsteps in the yard, his father pushed back his bicycle and returned from get off work. We greeted us like a gust of gusts, "Dad, have you watched moon cakes?" "Dad, we, a group of nodular cats, and told you to eat for a while." Father said to us with a smile.

The round red moon, I do n’t know when it was quietly climbing from the east to the roof, the fusion moonlight sprinkled the courtyard. His father brought out the cut five kernel moon cakes and placed it on the small wooden table in the courtyard. The mother brought out the steamed hot air reunion cakes and fried dishes, and put a few big red apples bought by the father and several big red pomegranates picked from the pomegranate tree from the yard to the table. Then, the mother said piously at the round moon.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I can't understand it." I asked my mother. "Good, my name is my grandmother Yue eating our reunion cakes, bless us!" After the mother worshiped the moon, she said to her father, "Go, give the northern courtyard, send the moon cake to the East Courtyard." Promise, the big bowl of moon cakes and reunion cakes was lifted out of the door. My sister and brother and I followed behind.

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