He Hongwen, a Confucian Doctor Who Knows or Not

Get up in the morning to pick up flowers, pound them into paste and powder. He Hongwen stood in front of the stove, waiting for the spring scenery to be ripe. When the white mist dispersed, March lived in the cake - biting into it, it was soft and sweet, filling your mouth with the taste of just waking up from peach blossoms. ——"Baishitan·Spring Food Chronicle"