After watching the movie, my husband felt guilty and invited me to eat hot pot.
Then, I was easily cured by a hot pot. It's so easy to coax.
A few days ago, I saw a warm man cooking hot pot in an eclipse, and his cat was lying on the side admiring his work. Boil bone soup, stir-fry peppers with tsaoko, ginger and fragrant leaves, and prepare fresh ingredients. For the first time, I feel that the red soup I used to see every day needs so many processes. Make hot pot with your heart, and the people who eat it will definitely feel your full love.
The obsession with hot pot should start from an early age. As long as I can remember, my father seldom cooks at home, but every year on New Year's Eve, around two o'clock in the afternoon, he gets off work early and begins to prepare for the New Year's Eve. In fact, I don't remember anything about New Year's Eve, such as ribs, braised pork, stewed chicken, jiaozi.
What I remember most clearly is that my father was playing with an old bronze hotpot in the yard, like a big trophy, and charcoal was needed in the middle. In the middle of the spacious yard, put charcoal, cut it into small pieces, light it carefully, and put it in the chimney-shaped inner bag in the middle.
In the evening, the family sits together. Pour mutton rolls, sauerkraut and frozen tofu into the hot pot. Watching vermicelli stick to the hot pot wall and make a clattering sound, I think this is the most beautiful sound in the world. Because, she represents a rare reunion in life, with the warmth of fireworks and the function of healing.
Some people have classified the degree of loneliness, and "eating hot pot alone" has also entered the lonely ranking.
I have never eaten hot pot alone, because I am really scared.
Hot pot is a lively existence, symbolizing reunion. Now, my grandparents who used to sit around and eat hot pot are gone, and so is my father. My heart will always tremble when I see the old copper hot pot again. I can still see my father's busy back in the yard, preparing his daughter's favorite hot pot. All the images of my father setting off fireworks are concentrated in the annual New Year's Eve hot pot. So whenever the hot pot is steaming after boiling, I can't help feeling sad secretly.
I'm not a big eater, but I always eat a lot of hot pot until I can't eat any more. Some people say that people's hunger for food represents their emotional hunger to some extent. When I can't stand it anymore, I feel full of feelings.
There is a touching episode in the movie "Passing Through Your World": "For what, men always put desserts in the refrigerator; For what, the bride didn't save money for the wedding.
Afraid of your sudden appearance. "
Dessert in a man's refrigerator is reserved for his girlfriend who may come at any time. It is a kind of sweet waiting and spoiled love.
For me, someone who is willing to invite me to eat hot pot will be paranoid that he must be the one who puts me in a warm corner of his heart, because he knows that using hot pot can warm me.
Every winter, I live with hot pot. Not only is it simple, clear the bottom of the pot, buy meat and vegetables, clean it and you can cook. It is because of the bubbling heat that I can easily taste it at home.
When decorating the house, my husband said that a three-way switch socket should be installed on the wall next to the dining table to facilitate me to eat hot pot.
At that moment, I felt that I had found someone who could warm me instead of my father.
Now we don't need old copper hot pot or charcoal at home, and we have to endure the smell of smoking and roasting. However, the initial memories and feelings about hot pot in memory can't be replaced by induction cooker and stainless steel hot pot.
Thanks to my family and friends who invited me to eat hot pot in my life. They may not know how warm and grateful I was when they invited me to eat hot pot.
Curing hot pot may accompany me all my life. Because she gave me the first feeling of love and warmth in my life.