Umi rice

It's Lisha today, and it's been the tradition of the Hangzhou people to eat omish rice, and the old people say that the mosquitoes don't bite. There is also a legend that during the time of the war, Sun Bin was held captive in a pighouse, and the old prison guards made black rice from leaves, then squeezed it into a pig's dung rice and gave it to Sun. Not only did Sun Bin survive this way, he was healthy and eventually escaped from prison. Sun's first ommy meal was on the day of the summer. The traditional luminous meal is to wash the leaves, remove the old branches, then take a green leaf and put it in the hand, rub it with both hands until the leaves are crushed out of black juice. The longer it takes, the thicker the juice, the better the cooking. When the leaves are almost covered, filter the leaves with a gauze, put the rice in the filtered juice for a little while, and then cook it like usual cooking. Yesterday I bought a leaf in the kitchen and started making UMI, rubbing leaves with my hands and hurting hands. Modern kitchen electricity solves a lot of problems. Tastes are still the best in sugar