From a young age, my body has soaked in the taste of mussels, the smell of the brackish sweetness of Mai Giang river water penetrates the skin into the salty meat. The smell of a basket of freshly boiled mussels, smoke rises when I carefully separate each one into a small bowl. The smell of simple, frugal meals with mussel soup, fried mussels, mussel rice, or mussel porridge. A bowl of mussel soup cooked with vegetable soup is a favorite of both my sisters and me, never getting bored of eating. The food is also very simple to prepare. After being picked up in the river, mussels rub off all the sand. Next, put it in a pot, add a little salt and start boiling. Boiling mussels does not need to be boiled thoroughly, just boiling to be able to remove from the stove. The mussel boiling water is settled several times to clean the sand. Shell and mussel meat are poured into a clean pot, stirring repeatedly with chopsticks to let the mussels fall out. Mussel meat is washed with clean water until the sand is gone. Put the pot of mussel broth on the stove to boil, drop mussel meat and vegetables, wait for it to boil, season with spices to have a delicious pot of soup. My sisters and I grew up through hard mussel seasons and from such delicious bowls of mussel soup. Growing up, I had the opportunity to go here and there, enjoy many different delicious dishes, but I still remember the mussel dish from my hometown the most. Text: Tang Hoang Phi

Internet photo 62. Lonely old body Immediately, Van entered a village deep in the forest. The trees are overgrown, the trees are old, the sky is dark, murky. Going inside, Van saw an old man of about 84 years old, bald forehead, sitting on a chair, looking sad and bored. The place where the old man sat was a large shack, like the dormitory on a subsidized day. Van surfed to the gate, there was a 3-storey tower, like a tower to worship the relics of the monks. Suddenly, Van heard a voice of a certain person in his ear: This guy, his wife passed away until the end of the month, the family did not know, revered the magic, after giving the funeral, threw all the things into the river. Pink, there are two black breast plates that are rusty due to water rust, so life is damaged, call destiny go both. Time is just before and after, not to mention a few years of disrespecting the superior, the family is also atrophy. In the old days, he was a mandarin, only greedy, managed thousands of vaulted money, but did not know how to create merit in the world … Hearing this, Van was also startled. It is true that in the past, I heard more or less about this and that, I did not expect it to be so big that there were days when it came to the Land of the Land, the crime intensified, and the karma was full of me. Poor sadness for his loneliness, not knowing his life is short. Van turned, quickly walked through the night, continued inside. The sound of wild chicken crowing three wings resounded, everything was still still, cold. (continue) Nguyen Van Long – Huyen Am Mong May Huyen Yin Dao Quan April 28, 2021 (March 17 in lunar calendar)