Hand millstones grind slowly children

 

    12 years old, the county's key middle to Tau Village primary school enrollment, only one person I was admitted. Dozens of miles away from home to school, get boarding. It should be said, school meals to be better than our house, there is always at least one meal a day to see the meat planetesimals. I can then syenite body, appetite is not enough. Stomach occasionally sounded "drums." Weekend home, the mother said: "You bring some fried rice to go." Ordered home leftovers put sun exposure, to be dry, then stir the pot slow fire. The pot is large wok, wood is wood chips or straw. Close cooperation iron and fire, half past one would tinker with tangy aroma, a pot of rice gradually browned, oozing fragrant flavor. This time as they cast a few grains put your mouth to bite, there Ga Ga bang bang crisp sound, like eating a little over a heat rice crispy rice, but its flavor is far better than the latter.

 

    Next, the mother moved out of their little stone, grind those charred rice leopard. To see his mother slowly rolling stone fan, my heart itch, hands also itch, volunteered to personally wear those Chaojiao Farm japonica rice. Unexpectedly, seemingly light, but in reality is not easy. Under the guidance of the mother, the same clockwise stone, the stone of the overflow from the tiny particles of powder are all used his finger to pursed little caress, like sand, Ge hands. The men of the powder from the mother, but if the baby's skin lubricated.

 

    Mothers fried rice with a plastic bag tightly bandaged, asked me to win when hungry, taking a dip in the Tang Cigang use a few tablespoons of water. Although only a few tablespoons actually open blisters open, is full of a gooey Cigang fried rice. After the amnesty boiling water, cover with a lid firmly Tangci Gang. Wait thirty-five minutes, uncover come. Well, steaming fried rice can bites it.

 

    Junior high school years, fried rice I eat a full three years. It also seriously according to the first "Program" throw water to brew, then do not bother to go the whole windbag that set, a hungry stomach, grabbed a direct Chaomi live o Cyprus, right when homemade snacks. This way of eating is actually quite romantic, broken pieces of fried rice entrance lips to emerge while "smoke", were numerous, if the snow flying. The same quarters of the students look at me so eat fried rice, quite interested, and often take their fruit to stabilize exchange with. Those students are mostly children of the county, the fruit is daily snacks. And I did not eat the fruit of the "historical" naturally willing to exchange. Dorm was often snowflakes fluttering, we regard as my fried rice delicious to enjoy.

 

    Until I read in high school, has been sub-field home in rural areas, rope border along greatly, my bed began to appear biscuits and other snacks, fried rice will gradually away from me. The strange thing is, when I did not have the feeling of hunger. Perhaps, is bent toward the entrance, an increasingly heavy academic hunger made me forget it.

 

    Fast forward 20 years. During this period in the Western vine Ephemera strigata when seen a return to sell fried rice gooey. Stall was a little man, very real, said Rice was not with stone grinding out manually, the electric mill tinker out. My mind immediately flashed a shot, a press the power switch, electric grinding fly immediately arrest rotation, Eer, rice mighty force gush. Easy Yeah, but, boring, which I then hand turn millstones and enjoyable yet.

 

    Now think of fried rice, a bit puzzled, memories seem to be more than fried rice that tastes fragrant spray tumult, hire such a scene, particularly deep impression: winter, I side lectures, while holding hands with a bubble in the Tang Cigang fried rice. Hands warm heart is warm, beautiful borne.