Wheat

Whenever I see the sauce on the table, I think about the days in the Northeast. So eating always reminds us of a person or a place, a taste of a memory, a memory of a person. I don't know where to begin with a default. The southerners love perfume and the northerners love soy sauce. The perfume is a vegetable fat made from man-made grinding of sesame and has a strong fragrance. Soy sauce is made of sesame, grinding and made of paste. The southerners like to eat perfume, hot pots and cuisine, but they put a few drops of perfume on them for the sake of incense. And the northerners are the ones who eat the sauce. When I first went north, I wasn't used to the smell and feeling of soy sauce. That paste was always pure without a drop of oil. And then, at the same time, they learned how to eat soy sauce, and then they learned how to get used to it. I still miss it. Today's main character is a thousand layers of tofu covered in soybean, with sesame sweet sauce. The tofu-dried soybeans and oatmeal are refreshing, accompanied by thick soy sauce, and each taste bud on the tip of the tongue is dancing。