Green Plum Soup with Small Hanging Pears, Just A Bite, The Tip of Your Tongue is The Most Beautiful Spring
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
2
At night, I had a long and long dream. I met a girl among the flowers. I walked behind her silently, but she suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "Bring me flowers."
I was delighted, and hurriedly folded a small bouquet from the flowers, wrapped it with vines, and then folded the largest one and put it on her head.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that it was love.
I like viewing flowers, better than enjoying autumn fragrance.
I went to Luoyang four times, all on rainy days. In the drizzle, the peonies fell, not as full as I imagined.
Ask the locals, it is April that the flowers are blooming and why they are all withered.
They said that a few days ago, there was heavy rain and strong winds, and the flowers fell, and they were defeated early.
Until the fifth time I went there, in the taxi, I talked to the driver uncle about the painful experience of the previous flower viewing.
The uncle smiled and parked the car on the side of the road to show me the peonies in the flower bed on the side of the road, in full bloom.
He said, why go to the park, it’s free here, I’m willing to park and wait for you, you can take pictures, watch the flowers, no waiting fee.
I said, how ashamed? He said, you love Luoyang City, which is already considered a fee.
In Luoyang, on the banks of the Luoshui River, tea and flowers are the nourishment. Missing a woman is also a nourishment.
I remember, making tea on the balcony of the restaurant of Hangzhou Wushan Youth Hostel, the girl on the balcony next door, wearing a simple T-shirt, wearing a ponytail, boiled a pot of pear water.
The aroma floats, the air is full of light wine fragrance,
I asked her, what kind of soup are you cooking, and the aroma is so special.
The girl held a small bowl and handed it over in the air: Drink it, I named this bowl of sugar water: Taste it.
I took it and took a sip. The taste of pear was mixed with the aroma of wine and plum. Xiaoduo's white fungus and pear pieces sank to the bottom of the bowl. It was really beautiful.
I asked her: Did you put plum wine?
She didn't answer, but smiled and said: The name "Qiantan" means "taste the taste and stop talking." If you don't ask, it is the realm of this bowl of sugar water.
Suddenly, I stopped asking more, but later, I brewed green plum wine by myself.
Every time I cook white fungus porridge and pear water, I always scoop a scoop of wine and two green plums.
Just because of the smell of wine, too intoxicating.
I was delighted, and hurriedly folded a small bouquet from the flowers, wrapped it with vines, and then folded the largest one and put it on her head.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that it was love.
I like viewing flowers, better than enjoying autumn fragrance.
I went to Luoyang four times, all on rainy days. In the drizzle, the peonies fell, not as full as I imagined.
Ask the locals, it is April that the flowers are blooming and why they are all withered.
They said that a few days ago, there was heavy rain and strong winds, and the flowers fell, and they were defeated early.
Until the fifth time I went there, in the taxi, I talked to the driver uncle about the painful experience of the previous flower viewing.
The uncle smiled and parked the car on the side of the road to show me the peonies in the flower bed on the side of the road, in full bloom.
He said, why go to the park, it’s free here, I’m willing to park and wait for you, you can take pictures, watch the flowers, no waiting fee.
I said, how ashamed? He said, you love Luoyang City, which is already considered a fee.
In Luoyang, on the banks of the Luoshui River, tea and flowers are the nourishment. Missing a woman is also a nourishment.
I remember, making tea on the balcony of the restaurant of Hangzhou Wushan Youth Hostel, the girl on the balcony next door, wearing a simple T-shirt, wearing a ponytail, boiled a pot of pear water.
The aroma floats, the air is full of light wine fragrance,
I asked her, what kind of soup are you cooking, and the aroma is so special.
The girl held a small bowl and handed it over in the air: Drink it, I named this bowl of sugar water: Taste it.
I took it and took a sip. The taste of pear was mixed with the aroma of wine and plum. Xiaoduo's white fungus and pear pieces sank to the bottom of the bowl. It was really beautiful.
I asked her: Did you put plum wine?
She didn't answer, but smiled and said: The name "Qiantan" means "taste the taste and stop talking." If you don't ask, it is the realm of this bowl of sugar water.
Suddenly, I stopped asking more, but later, I brewed green plum wine by myself.
Every time I cook white fungus porridge and pear water, I always scoop a scoop of wine and two green plums.
Just because of the smell of wine, too intoxicating.
