"To make the steamed cake bloom into cross flowers, it needs to be fermented extremely fully and then steamed vigorously! Such cakes are soft, delicious and extremely sweet when steamed~" A dark brown scar ran across the storyteller's face, and the candlelight made his face look very gloomy. I saw this man lying in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city with a gloomy face, but he was telling an anecdote about the previous dynasty.
The story tells that there was a prime minister named Liang Tong in the Republic of China. He caused a lot of troubles when he was young. This story tells how he was greedy for steamed cakes and was caught by the imperial censor, and was demoted to Tongzhou by the king.
Looking around the ruined temple, there was no audience. Facing the empty temple, the "storyteller" mobilized his whole body's emotions and exaggerated about a steamed cake. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but his overly passionate tone and the scars on his face made the scene very scary.
There is a circle of poplar trees planted around the temple, and the leaves rustle sadly when the night wind blows. The sound of the wind and the cry-like voice of a person made a story that was originally meant to make people laugh seem absurd and crazy.
Suddenly, the scarred face stopped, as if it pricked up its ears, and began to listen to the whining of the wind. This wind had been like this for thousands of years, but he seemed to hear a special response to him. So he shouted: "Dad - are you here?"
If he was just excited for no reason just now, now he is truly crazy. A man was running around the temple, checking every dusty corner, murmuring and crying: "Is it you? Please! Come out and see me!"
"Liang Tong!!! Come out and see me!"