Sour plum soup

Overview

Zhenpin Sour Plum Soup, a delicacy that cannot be missed this summer - #whose youth is not arrogant, whose first love does not shed tears# Hangover, but it is such a sultry summer day, so uncomfortable that even the soul is sticky with the smelly sweat. I drank the sour plum soup in the refrigerator, and a burst of coolness penetrated the whole body. The pleasant fragrance, the sweet and sour beauty lingered on the tip of the tongue, the heat and sorrow of the wine disappeared in an instant, it was wonderful. I am always moved unconsciously by beautiful food. Those spiritual tastes can always awaken the softest, most fragile, most charming and greenest memories deep in my heart. I remember that at that time, we were still young, dreamlike, arrogant, arrogant, brave, restless, regretless, rebellious, shy... These words of praise or derogation create the taste of youth - sour, sweet and sour. I remember that year when it was your birthday, I drank the wine you poured, and when I was drunk, I stood on the edge of the flower bed and sang poems to you. The moonlight was like water, and passers-by looked sideways, and your rosy face was as beautiful as the sunset... I remember waiting for you to finish school that year, the heavy rain came, and you waited until all the classmates had left. Throw down your umbrella, take off your sneakers, and pull me to run into the rain Smiling wildly with bare feet, stepping on the water flowers, one step at a time... I remember that year when you were under house arrest, I stood downstairs in your house and hummed your favorite song softly. You stood by the window, with tears in your eyes. I said in sign language: I love you, forever! You nodded desperately, so firmly... I remember that year when you and I died, you stood on the bow of the boat, and I stayed on the shore. The lake breeze lifted your black hair, a trace of a melancholy smile, and a word that penetrated the heart: Goodbye, my love. Looking at the sail sailing farther and farther, I shouted with all my strength: I have no regrets, I will still love you in the next life. A drop of tear slid across your face and dropped into the center of the lake, but it could not stir up a ripple. However, another ripple has penetrated deeply into my heart, and I will never forget it... Who passed through whose dream... Who passed through whose life... In my thirties, after a hangover, in the scorching summer, a cup of beautiful sour plum soup opened up my dusty memories. My green years were sour and sweet, wonderful but melancholy...

Tags

• soups
• black plum
• chenpi
• golden osmanthus
• hawthorn
• licorice
• lilac
• roselle

Ingredients

Steps

1. 1 Soak the royal medicine black plum in water for 20 minutes, wash and set aside

   

2. 2 Soak the tangerine peel until it is completely softened, drain the water, and gently scrape off the inner white capsule with a knife and set aside

   

3. 3 Rinse hawthorn, licorice, cloves, and roselle flowers slightly with water and set aside

   

4. 4 Add 8 pounds of cold water to the casserole, put the four flavors of Junchen Zuoshi into the pot together with cloves and roselle flowers, and bring to a boil over medium heat

   

5. 5 Turn to medium-low heat, cover and simmer for 2-2.5 hours until the amount of sour plum soup is 6 pounds

   

6. 6 Add appropriate amount of rock sugar and continue to cook for 3 minutes

   

7. 7 Turn off the heat, sprinkle with golden osmanthus flowers, cover and let cool until completely cool before drinking