On the way back, I had to pass a main street. There were many stalls, vendors and pedestrians on the road, and his car was very slow.

A familiar smell floated into the car window, with a strong wheat aroma mixed with fried peanuts and sesame aroma. It was the black and white crispbread he liked when he was seven years old.

In 1959, he was seven years old. His father was the commander-in-chief of the anti-Japanese war team in Nanshun area, and his mother was a field doctor. He took him with his sister and followed the troops around.

His father was fighting on the front line, and he and his mother were backing up in the field hospital.

The conditions in the war were not good at all, and they were short of food and clothing. The mother was pregnant with her sister, and it was the time when she needed nutrition.

Every time my father took time to see the field hospital, he would bring some food with him. Among them, the black and white crispy cake that impressed him the most was the black and white crispy cake.

My father said that an aunt set up a stall at the door of her house. Every time he came back, he would pass by her house and bring it to him and his mother for food.

The smell of fragrant smell drooled just by smelling it. My mother gave him a piece of it and he ate it in small mouthfuls, for fear that it would not be there after eating it.

When my mother saw that he loved to eat, she lied that she couldn't stand the smell. She smelled it and wanted to vomit, so she gave it to him to eat it all.

Yuchi Qiming was very happy at the time. He ate all the cakes in big mouthfuls, and felt that he had solved the problem for his mother and did not waste food.

It was not until the middle of the night that he was awakened by the urination. In the dim candlelight, he saw his mother pour all the remaining crispy cakes on the oil paper into his mouth. He realized that his mother and her sister in her belly did not like to eat, but wanted him to eat more.

Therefore, Yuchi Qiming still remembers this taste of maternal love all his life.

Smelling this familiar smell, he parked the military jeep aside and followed the smell to the door of a small shop.

Sure enough, a gray-haired aunt was selling cakes, which tasted exactly the same as the black and white crispbread he remembered.

"Auntie, have you sold this cake for more than 20 years?" Yuchi Qiming asked with a smile.

The aunt smiled and looked kind-hearted on her face, "Young man, I have sold it for more than twenty years. I have been selling this cake since I was in my teens. My family-born skills are not enough for anyone else to make my taste in Nanshun. The temperature is almost the same as the ratio, otherwise the taste will change."

Then he pointed to the new second floor behind him and said, "Did you see, this house and my son's wife's book are all saved by the old lady who sold cakes. I'm old, I can't do it, and my son and daughter-in-law will take over from now on. You old customers, you have to take care of the business."

Yuchi Qiming smiled silently in his heart. In this developing society, there are so many ways to sell a pancake?

A bamboo sieve was placed on the stool in front of the aunt, and a piece of clean white cloth was covered with it. Yuchi Qiming asked, "Auntie, are there any cakes here?"

The aunt lifted the cloth and the aroma of the cake became stronger. Five round pancakes were lying on the oil paper inside: "Yes, but you have to wait a while, the pancakes will be freshly baked before they are delicious. My son is making them inside. These five were ordered by an old sister. She needs five to make ten, and come together later. Young man, why don't you wait too? Soon, at most ten minutes."

Yuchi Qiming really wanted his mother to taste this taste. In ten minutes, he could wait, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for a while."
Chapter completed!