The mugwort cakes at home are filled with brown sugar, so there is no need to make the filling separately.

I found the tutorial for making mugwort cake on the Internet.

Because the ones Wang Yanmei made in previous years were not very tasty and a bit hard.

Follow the online tutorial steps, mix the mugwort juice and glutinous rice flour, add a little melted lard and white sugar.

After kneading into a smooth green dough, add wheat starch and finally knead it into cute little round balls.

Xu Qingzhi was responsible for wrapping the brown sugar in, but there was no need to be as particular as wrapping buns or dumplings.

Press it, put the brown sugar filling in the middle and hold it tightly, roll the dough in the palms of your hands, and knead it into a small round ball again.

Ms. Wang picked a lot of mugwort, so she made more.

After Xu Qingzhi finished wrapping the dumplings, he put them one by one in a double-layer steamer and steamed them for eight minutes after the steam started to rise.

The two little ones jumped out from the spiritual space when their owner was kneading the dough, pretending to have come back from outside.

He waited at the kitchen door, refusing to leave.

Eight minutes goes by quickly. To keep the steamed mugwort cakes smooth in color, they need to be quickly brushed with a layer of hot oil one by one.

The two little ones couldn't wait to eat and kept pulling at Wang Yanmei's trouser legs.

Wang Yanmei was brushing oil in her hands, looking down at the two little guys, and said helplessly: "Wait a little longer, little ancestors."

After brushing with oil, a mugwort cake was added to each of the two newly bought chicken leg (shaped) bowls.

The Xu family has become accustomed to the two little ones' appetites.

Before Xu Qingzhi went to Kyoto, the two little ones were taken care of by Wang Yanmei at home. They ate whatever they were given and were very hardy, so she never had to worry about them getting stomachaches.

The crow looked at the mugwort cake in front of him and paced back and forth.

The paw moved to the left and fluttered to the right twice. It was a rare opportunity that he didn't rush to eat something he found.

"Haha~" Master, what is this green thing!

The big cat looked at the little green ball without much interest.

I don't smell any meat and don't like it.

"The mugwort in this season is very tender, and it can be made into this kind of green rice dumpling. Many people will make it to eat." Xu Qingzhi squatted down and patiently explained to the two little ones. He tapped the edge of the rice bowl with his index finger and said in a low voice: "Eat it! I worked hard to make it."

After saying this, Xu Qingzhi was in a trance for a moment.

She remembered that when she was a child, she didn't like eating mugwort cakes, and Ms. Wang told her the same thing.

She felt so aggrieved. She clearly didn't want to eat it, but when she heard her mother say that in a semi-commanding tone, she still ate it.

Obviously, I was not happy at that time.

Before she knew it, she had become like her mother.

She took her hand back, tried to make her voice gentle, and added: "If you don't want to eat it, forget it, it's okay if you don't want to eat it."

The two kids looked up at her.

Then he quickly buried his head in the bowl of chicken leg rice.

“Haha~” Delicious, delicious. Everything the master cooks is delicious.

"Meow~" +1.

Xu Qingzhi hadn't tasted it yet, but seeing the two little ones said it was delicious, he became a little interested.

In the kitchen, Wang Yanmei urged in her usual loud voice: "Qingzhi, come and eat while it's still hot. It won't taste so good if it gets cold."

"Here it comes." Xu Qingzhi stood up, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and picked up one with chopsticks.

Wang Yanmei has already eaten one. "This year's mugwort cake is good, and it has to be made according to the recipe on the Internet."

Xu Qingzhi responded through his nose and bit into the qingtuan. He could feel the filling in one bite. The skin was very soft and sticky, not dry and hard like what he remembered. It was a bit like the softness of thick taro mochi sandwiched in the middle of bread. The brown sugar in the middle was solid when added, but after being steamed, it turned into liquid soup with a strong brown sugar flavor, sweet but not greasy.

"It's really delicious." Xu Qingzhi looked for a thermos lunch box, "I'll pack a few and send them to Grandpa later."

Normally, when delivering mugwort cakes to others, people would simply put the cake in a small bowl and pass it to the person.

But she wanted grandpa to have the first bite of the hot cakes, so she packed five of them. The old man has a bad stomach, and these are made of glutinous rice flour, so she was afraid that grandpa would not be able to digest them if he ate too much.

Xu Qingzhi rode his tricycle to the reservoir.

I didn't even need to call to ask, I knew grandpa must still be fishing at this moment, so I could just pick him up.

The tricycle drove on the cement road and soon arrived at the reservoir.

Grandpa has moved his fishing spot from the normal fishing spot to a curved ditch in the reservoir that can only be reached via a small path.

Xu Qingzhi was holding a lunch box and shouting from a distance: "Grandpa."

The old man looked up and saw it from a distance. He fixed his fishing rod on the ground and asked with a smile, "My dear grandson, how did you get here?"

"Mom made some food, I brought it to you." Xu Qingzhi walked quickly through the path trampled by people in the bushes, raised the lunch box in his hand forward like a treasure, and added: "I didn't make much, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to digest it if you ate too much."

Xu Dongru opened the lid of the lunch box and took a look. "Oh, this mugwort cake is so beautifully made, and looks bright green."

He wiped his hands on both sides of his pants and said, "Qingzhi, you eat first."

Grandpa is always like this. No matter what food he eats, he always wants her to eat it first.

have no choice.

Xu Qingzhi: "I had eaten it at home before I sent it to you."

The old man then reached out and took out a mugwort cake and tasted it himself.

When you take a bite, you'll find the skin is soft and the filling is filling.

The old man has bad teeth, so he likes to eat this soft bite, and his favorite is the brown sugar filling.

Especially, it was sent by my beloved grandson.

As he ate, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He took out a well-used handkerchief from the upper pocket of his navy blue shirt and wiped his eyes.

Xu Qingzhi asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Grandpa, it's too disgusting?"

"No." The old man patted the back of her hand, "Grandpa is happy that you can remember him in your heart."

Xu Qingzhi was used to it. The old man sometimes acted like a child and was very sensitive for fear that others would dislike him. But he was also easily moved.

There weren't many dishes today, and Aunt Zhou and the others could finish them, so she decided to stay with Grandpa for a while longer.

She asked, "Grandpa, I brought you five dumplings, can you finish them?"

Grandpa held up three fingers and said, "Three at most. Otherwise, I won't be able to digest the food and won't be able to sleep at night."

Xu Qingzhi took a green dumpling from the insulated lunch box and started to eat it. He turned the bucket that his grandfather had brought over over, covered the ground with it, and sat on it.

"How many fish have you caught today?"

Grandpa: "I caught a few and released them. There were fish eggs. I won't fish for a while."

"Yeah." Xu Qingzhi responded, eating the green rice dumpling and watching the wind create ripples on the water.

Quite comfortable.

This reservoir can also be improved a little bit.

Grandpa said: "The village is quiet now. I haven't heard dogs barking for several nights."

"Yeah." Xu Qingzhi responded and asked, "People have moved away one after another. Grandpa, will you blame me?"

It is the land where I have lived for so long and the familiar neighbors.

The village used to be divided into groups, and those who lived in the same group were like relatives, so her mother would call some aunts "sister-in-law". It was only later that the concept of groups faded, and the relationship between people became more and more distant.

Now that it has been turned into a resort, it no longer has the neighborhood atmosphere it once had.