The most romantic thing is to live in the same house with you for three meals a day for four seasons! This sentence is not only romantic, but also warm.

I have always believed that a woman who is comfortable in the kitchen must be passionate about life.

After marriage, the kitchen became my territory. Of course, the market and kitchen have become a part of my daily life.

As someone who likes shopping in shopping malls, I have gradually fallen in love with visiting food markets, whether it is the neatly arranged, green, temptingly colored and dazzling array of dishes and ingredients in the supermarket, or the piles of seasonal ingredients in the farmer's market. Wandering among the vegetables and fruits and the crowds of people, I immediately felt that there was a strong smell of human fireworks everywhere.

In three or two days, I always went to this human fireworks place to do some shopping. Looking at the red tomatoes, green spinach, purple eggplant, and white tofu in the basket? Each one exudes an attractive luster, and the sense of satisfaction with life instantly surges into my heart.

As for cooking, from the initial rush to the ease now, life has become more and more enjoyable.

I like the heat in the kitchen. A handful of rice, a ladle of water, and a handful of beans are cooked slowly to create a sweet taste; cabbage, cucumbers, tomatoes, and peppers are combined with fish, shrimp, eggs, and meat. Singing softly in the pot, cooking the most delicious dishes, the taste of happiness is smoked out from the fireworks.

In just a few years, my husband and I have gained a lot of weight. After all, fast food and hotel soups with thick oil and soy sauce are no match for home-cooked rice cooked with care.

A bowl of noodles, a piece of porridge, and three or two side dishes. Thinking about it, the most nourishing thing in this world is this home-cooked meal.

As time goes by, I always feel that the words thick and light are very pyrotechnic, very private, very lasting, very stable, and very tender.

After eating the fireworks in the world, every day, I slowly understand that whether it is love or marriage, it is not a dream of clouds and narcissus, in front of flowers and under the moon, in the misty world, but, every day. In real reality, in one vegetable and one meal, three meals a day, in the boring repetition day after day, year after month.

Looking at every meal cooked with care, I deeply realize that living in a warm kitchen means using seasonal fresh vegetables to stir-fry boring dishes into dishes, and using white rice and red beans to cook ordinary meals into dishes. For porridge, season it with oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. From the joy of breakfast to the relaxation of dinner, the most ordinary happiness of ordinary people is born from the fireworks in the world.

The trickling happiness is a power that soothes people's hearts. When you are unhappy, the kitchen The symphony of music and the feast on the dining table turned all the worries into nothing.

As I reach middle age, I like the smell of the kitchen and the home-cooked taste of vegetables, rice, oil and salt more and more. I always feel that this flavor is the most indispensable flavor in my home.

I have always believed that in addition to having her own mountains, rivers and lakes, a woman should also have the most down-to-earth stability and happiness that can be cultivated in the mundane world of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Use clear porridge and side dishes to make ordinary days sweet and savory;

Use plain dumplings to make ordinary days romantic and warm;

Use green vegetables Tofu makes the ordinary life live leisurely;

Stir-fried vegetables with rice make the chaotic life peaceful and peaceful.

The smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to mortal hearts. In my opinion, there is nothing more affectionate than making a sumptuous meal for your family, and there is nothing more important than having a meal with the people you love.

This is a moment of happiness, overflowing with the fragrance of fireworks in the world, gentle year after year, every second,

Someone stands with you at dusk, someone asks Your porridge can be warm.

The three meals a day on the dining table at home are the taste that will never change in the passing years. That familiar taste is the warmest waiting in the lights of thousands of homes.