In spring, lemons haven’t hit the market in large quantities, so I couldn’t wait to make two jars of limoncello. On the day when the altar was closed, I was extremely cautious. I stared at the unbrewed juice for a long time, and finally figured out why I was so anxious and crazy. One of the reasons is that I just came back from abroad and I really want to have a local mellow again. I remember one day, I got up very early just to go to the small shop to drink a bowl of soy milk and eat that kind of thick diamond-shaped biscuit; another day late at…