In Vietnam, located in the west of Hanoi, Vong village belongs to Dich Vong Hau ward, Cau Giay district. For many generations now, Vong village nuggets have been famous throughout the country. Speaking of Nuggets, we have remembered flat rice. Young green color is made from sticky yellow flowers that have passed the milky way. To make delicious rice seeds, people must go through many stages. When the rice plants are golden, in only ten days, they will be fully harvested, then the Vong villagers choose to pluck long and few seeds for processing. If you want delicious rice, you must cut rice at the right time In old age, the grain is no longer green as before, it is hard and broken. The rice is too young, the grain of the cereal is plunged into the rice husks, and then kneaded and lost the taste of the pottery. Usually the rice harvested every day is roasted and pounded that day. Roasting the rice so that it is just fire, the rice grain is just ripe, not crispy, but the husk is the most difficult step in making com. Crushing nuggets with their own kind of mortar, the rhythm is gentle, rhythmic, even and gentle so that nuggets are smooth and pliable, bringing in their own taste of Hanoi, so to enjoy it must also be very delicate. Nuggets are wrapped in old lotus leaves incubating pure lotus or young green potato leaves, shiny and greasy and tied with golden straw.

Hanoi has long been famous for many special things: "Com Vong, eighty Me Tri rice, Tuong Ban, basil Lang are better than anything". Except for the Bans of Hung Yen province, the remaining three are all suburban Hanoi. Nuggets are born in random, special circumstances. The old verse of dao, when it was unknown when mentioned nuggets. Everyone in the country knows that Vong village nuggets are specialties of the capital. Particularly, the Ha Thanh people consider it as something precious, proud and sacred.
The scent of com and lotus scent blends together. People far from the countryside, holding a package of nuggets wrapped in lotus leaves, are tied with young green sticky rice straws, feeling dizzy and indescribable. It is the feeling of remembering the homeland, standing in front of ripe rice fields and cool lotus pond. The village suddenly came back, with an old mother in hardships and a green field.