fermented rice cabbage

Nowadays, my parents are not around and live together, and sometimes I feel lonely and helpless. Sometimes I think of fragments of my past life, and those childhood memories are still as if they happened yesterday. I believe that my family is still around.
I still remember that summer is our happiest and wildest moment every year. It's the time I miss it or the time for dinner: every day around 4:30 in the afternoon, my mother will prepare the food. (That was when the water spinach was on the market, and my mother would make a fermented water spinach every day.) Then we took a flat and wide bamboo basket to arrange the dishes and dishes. We followed happily to the beach. Under the woods, there were already other neighbors there. Let's put away what we brought and start eating. But the children are basically not eating their own food, but going to the neighbors to cook the food (the food in other homes is good). Sitting on the beach with the sea breeze blowing, the family had a happy meal, chat, and listen to stories. The ghost stories told by my mother, the gossip chatted by adults, and the laughter of children echoed in the sky for a long time. Unconsciously, the sun went down.