In fact, when I saw this question, my heart was filled with memories. Because when I was a kid, as far as I can remember, I grew up with the smell of my grandparents' food every morning, and I don't know when I got into cooking. Maybe since then, I have become more and more interested and fascinated by good food. My grandfather was very good at cooking. I remember when there were red and white events in the village, he would come home and ask for his help in cooking. At that time, he was an idol in my heart because every time he came back to help others, they would bring lots of delicious food to his house. I was the oldest in the family and an only child, so I got to taste all these goodies first.

In Beijing, in that small yard in the suburbs, I woke up every morning listening to the birds and smelling my grandparents' food. It felt so happy. My mom and dad were busy, so my grandparents took me when I was little, and the yard was full of fruits and vegetables, and the backyard was full of chickens. I planted a lot of flowers. I thought grandma's yard was beautiful.

Gradually, I grew up and went to Normal University High School in high school. At that time, I remember from Monday to Friday, my grandmother would prepare a lot of delicious food and wait for me to come back. After eating school meals for a week, on the way home, I could remember the food they had made for a long time. From then on, whenever it was a holiday, summer vacation, or winter vacation, I would learn to cook by my grandfather's side. At the time, I felt handsome watching my grandfather cook. With pots and pans, spices and ingredients in his hands, it was like magic that he could conjure up all kinds of delicious food.

After growing up and working in restaurant management for many years, I wanted to seek out good food wherever I went. Whenever I ate something delicious, I would go home and want to try it myself. Then I had kids and always wanted to wake them up every morning with something delicious. I also hope that one day they will recall the taste of my mom's food.

I think there are always obsessions and favorites in a person's life. When we cook as a pleasure, enjoying the food and each ingredient gives us a unique taste experience.

Now, I love fireworks in my house and I love cooking delicious food for my kids and parents. I hope that these delicious foods will not only give them a taste sensation, but also give them a healthy body and fill them with positive energy.

Sometimes it's really busy. Thanks to Headline, I have a platform to support what I love. I now feel that for a person who loves to cook, cooking is not just about food, but also about enjoying the pots and pans, the various seasonings, the various ingredients, the collision of disks, the fireworks drawn, from the choice of ingredients, the nutritional mix, the preparation skills, the use of tableware. In fact,

Today, we are all so driven by our busy lives that sometimes there is a serious lack of happiness, especially in Beijing, such a big city. Cooking and making dinner just gives me a space without distractions to focus on the things I love. In fact, there's really very little time left for myself after starting a family, and even less time for the things I love. My kids think my mom's food is the best wherever they go, and my parents think my daughter's food is the best wherever they go. It's not really that I'm a great cook, it's just that their recognition and love of my efforts fills my heart.

My grandfather passed away last year and a few of us kids rushed over to meet my grandmother and live with us. Now that Grandma is no longer in her own home, she is afraid of being alone. She can go anywhere she likes. Whenever she comes over to my house, I cook whatever she cooks for me and then talk to her while she does it about how I felt when I cooked with her. Even though I can't smell my grandpa's food anymore. But every time I cook I think of her cooking. Every time I cook, I want to remember how he made it in the first place.

Someone once said that living is like making dumplings. The filling should not be salty or bland when you wake up. Dumplings should be rolled thin and thick. Don't make the dumplings too big or too small. Don't be in a hurry to boil water, don't be in a hurry to make dumplings, and don't eat hot or cold. It's just living with us, isn't that the same thing?

Life, we all long for poetry and faraway places, but who can escape the kitchen firewood, rice, oil and salt? Living in a kitchen with fireworks, happiness lies in the birthplace of food.

When we can't have poetry and distance, we have to make three meals a day and turn life into poetry. Make food into a painting.

One day in the future, you will suddenly realize that every ordinary day, every meal of rice, oil and salt, is the poetry and distance we are looking for, and the birthplace of the happiness we are looking for.

Eat well, cook three meals a day, and you will end up in a good mood and good health.

The process of cooking is like a happy family, the kitchen is steaming, the sound of chopping vegetables on the counter, the sound of boiling water when the soup is boiling, the sound of pots and pans crashing, the cheering of those who eat and take the chopsticks, the sound of the children's footsteps, the sound of the old man's laughter.