24/03/2017
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In my memory, I’d always looked forward to the summer to visit my hometown when I was a child. The hometown was not as luxurious as my current place, but it has its own taste, where all the things are created handedly. In the myriad of things my grandmother had made, I’d never forget the pungent smell, mixed with the salty dried shrimp of shrimp salt. On that day, to me, the shrimp salt she made was really a premium product, and I thought it would be hard to keep the taste of the salt.