Wendeng's composition is 600 words.

People in our hometown are good at making colorful and interesting fancy cakes. The locals call it "Uncle Hua". This kind of flower cake is not only varied, including pigeons, lotus flowers, gold ingots and peony flowers, but also delicious. It can be used to entertain guests on holidays or as a gift for visiting relatives and friends.

When I was a child, my mother didn't have time to take care of me, so she sent me to my grandmother's house in the country. Living with grandma is really full. Grandma is ingenious and especially good at studying food. Even though the conditions were not very good at that time, grandma cooked me good food in different ways every day. In my young mind, my grandmother's hand is fairy wand. With a wave of the fairy wand, a spell and plates of delicious food are freshly baked.

Grandma's flower cake is even more famous. On holidays or when someone comes to the house, they all come to ask grandma for advice. Grandma "shows off" first, and then many people follow suit. What a spectacular scene! I always watch grandma show off her skills. Mixing dough, kneading dough, shaping and molding in one go. Grandma's natural and unrestrained movements and proud expression make me enjoy it. When steaming, I always look down on the chef voluntarily, and then I suck my nose pitifully, hoping to taste delicious food at the first time. When the first pot comes out, grandma will definitely give me one.

"Xiaolian", I cheered and hugged my grandmother. Grandma lit my forehead and smiled and said, "You are so greedy!" " "Then, I held the" Little Lotus "carefully and left happily.

Because I was in poor health since I was a child, I was always sick and needed to drink a lot of bitter medicine. I am always clamoring for it. But grandma coaxed me into drinking medicine with ulterior motives. She would hug me gently, tell me jokes and sing funny nursery rhymes, which made me laugh. Then I took the opportunity to pour the potion into my open mouth. Before I realized it, the potion had been swallowed. I almost cried when I got it. A flower cake from My Sweetie was stuffed into my mouth. I was so greedy that I forgot to cry. Look at my hands again. I don't know when, a crying little steamed bun appeared and giggled again.

A flower cake contains how much my grandmother loves me! Every time I eat the flower cake made by my grandmother, I will see a kind face in my mind: "Remember? When you were a child, you loved to eat flowers made by your grandmother! "