At the end of May this year, when Yuan Zhou took Yin ya out to play, they happened to pass by a green plum tree. The two of them picked it together. As it tasted sour and wasn't suitable to be eaten directly, Yuan Zhou made it into sugar-coated green plums, which wouldn't be a waste.
"Really? then I'll have to try it." Yin ya's eyes brightened up and looked at the light green bowl rice cake on the table, which looked very fresh.
He could even smell the faint fragrance of plums with his nose. It was very pleasant.
Ignoring the sweet red dates, white fungus, and the lovely leaves at the side, Yin ya took a bowl-shaped cake first and came over to eat it.
The pastry in the small special bowl looked very nice. With a light flick of the chopsticks along the side of the bowl, the whole piece of pastry was placed on a small plate that had been prepared at the side. There was not a single piece of pastry left in the original bowl.
