When I made this dish, I remembered when I was a child, the sweet grandmother made it. Meatloaf pans, soy sauce, good celery oil. I don't eat celery. I can eat a bowl of rice. When I was a kid, I lived in a large courtyard, and the family at the summer and autumn festivals were eating in the yard. There was an old tree in the courtyard, and I sat under it, and there was a plate of meat and celery on the high bench, and there was rice in the small bowl, and there was as if there was soup. I sat on the small bench and had a good taste of it, and the grandmother and the neighbor had a good time to eat together. This scene of childhood more than 40 years ago is always visible. And my grandmother is old enough to remember me as a child. There are high-rises in the forest, and there will no longer be any more harmonious neighbourhood scenes, with only recollections。
