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In my childhood memories, the older generation were all farmers. When I was a child, there were many people in my family and they were relatively poor. Every winter, my mother would fill large vats and small jars with various pickles, which were the family’s source of vegetables throughout the winter. The uneaten pickles will be dried by my mother in the spring of the next year, steamed, and stored in jars. Over time, they will turn into black old pickles. Today I will use these old pickles to make a delicious dish...
