Grandma's Qingtuan

It was probably when I was still in the single digits, when my family still had the habit of visiting graves during the Qingming Festival. After leaving the cemetery, grandma took out a box of Qingtuan from her bag. It was served on a plastic tray, with six pieces in a tray, each wrapped in plastic wrap, greasy and squeezed into the small tray. On the dark green skin, you can still see a trace of unbroken grass, and the inside is hemp, and the taste is the same as hemp glutinous rice balls. It is April 6th, and my family has not eaten Qingtuan. I wonder where I can buy such Qingtuan? I hope that it is not only the Qingtuan from the ground that has this magic.

-24.4.6