绽放在舌尖上的美好回忆——簸箕炊作文

乡晨，清风伴着香味，stealthilyseepedintothenostrils,thearomaofhomecookingwaftsgently,andIknowit's奶奶'stimetopreparebreakfast.Everymorning,acrowdofchildrengathertowatchherdemonstratetheancientartof簸箕炊.

Grandmaassignstheyoungerkidstasks:gatheringrice,flour,water,sesameseeds,oil,soysauce,chilipeppers,garlic,etc.Theyoungerones,thoughsweatingandtired,finditallworthit,astherealshowisimminent.

“奶奶，快看！我们表演！”

Grandmadonsaapron,herhandscallousedyetnimble.Sheexpertlyscoopsrice,rinsesit,flingsitintothe簸箕,lettingitsoakforthreehoursin井水.Whendone,sheexpertlytransfersthefluffyriceintoastoneplate.

Then,thegrandkidsstepin,theirfacesbeadsofsweat,theirvoiceshoarsefromhoursofwork.“奶奶，快看！我们的贡献！”

Grandmadividesthericeintoportions,andthekids,withtheirtinyhands,usetinyfunnelstofiltertherice.Theclearliquidtricklesdown,liketearsofjoy,minglingwithlaughter.

Next,theypourthericeintoapot,whereitsteamsgently.Thewhitericecloudsfloatelegantly,likeacloudofhappiness.

“奶奶，快尝尝！”

Grandmawatches,hermouthslightlyagape,hereyestwinklingwithcontentment.Thearomaofsteamedricefillstheair,andthetableisasymphonyofvoices:“Niuniu,niuniu!”

“奶奶，奶奶，快尝尝！”

“Stop!”

Grandmapauses,hereyestwinkling.“Children,tastewithcare,forthisisnotmerelyfood,butamemory,abond.”

Herfacelightsupwithpride,herlaughterechoingthroughthesky.Thegoldenrice,thelaughter,thesmiles—thisishome.

“奶奶，奶奶，我们永远爱您！”

Grandmasmilesfaintly,hereyesfilledwithwarmth.Thisisthebestmealshehasevercooked,morethananyrestaurant’sdishes.

Andso,themorningsunsets,castingitsgoldenglowoverthevillage.Theflavorofhomeremains,atreasurebeyondcompare.