I was always picky about food when I was a child. I didn't drink porridge or eat vegetables. My mother specially fried eggs and rice for me to eat. My brothers and sisters at home often complain that my mother is too partial to me, and my father and mother are so embarrassed.

I have doubts about this, and I still have lingering fears. It's not that I don't want to eat, but I can't eat, so I don't eat at all.

Later, I got in touch with my former neighbor's brother and occasionally stayed at his house for one or two nights. I stayed there for a month in the summer vacation, mainly because I was bored alone. We can play our favorite chess and table tennis in China. Both of us know how to eat, but in the same year, my mother, brother and sister advised me to eat more. After dinner, I asked for a vegetable soup, so I barely ate it and gradually got used to it.

My neighbors all know that I love fried rice with eggs, and I became famous when I was a child. The most impressive 200-word composition, Scrambled Eggs, was written in the second grade exam. The first dish I've learned in recent years is fried rice with eggs: preheat the oil pan, add the right amount of oil, add the cooked rice (overnight rice is also acceptable), stir-fry and disperse the rice grains, simmer, then add the right amount of egg yolk, pour it evenly, and stir-fry again and again, so that the golden yolk is evenly distributed on the rice grains, and the fire is medium.

The delicious fried rice with eggs that I ate as a child is gone. People are changing, kitchen utensils are changing, houses are changing and tastes are changing. The only thing we can do is to start a new life of fried rice with eggs-it can also be a golden life.

A lively kitchen can warm children and families, and a delicious meal is a kind of satisfaction.

I think learning to cook is a particularly important thing, not because it is easy to pick up girls, but because of self-sufficiency. Now some people say that I just can't cook and I don't want to wash dishes. As a man of 2 1 century, you should be able to cook, as if you forgot the fact that you can't cook and didn't do your own thing at all.

In this case, have we become less fond of ourselves? We go to work all day and forget to eat, sing K with colleagues, drink and smoke, and often go to roadside food stalls to eat midnight snacks. We have forgotten what the kitchen looks like, and we don't even understand the meaning of the kitchen at home.

Why? I think one thing is certain, the food cooked at home is not as delicious as that cooked outside. You're right, it may not be as delicious as Michelin-starred restaurants, but do you really need to eat such high-class food every day? If so, how did you live to this day?

Sometimes, what we complain about is not that the food at home is not delicious, but that the food is just like our own life-it can't be compared with others, and why the food always belongs to the people at the top of the pyramid.

Is that right? I don't think so.

Whether it is a 30-square-meter straw house or a 200-square-meter high-rise kitchen, they have not changed. They are all places where people cook, and we should enjoy the fun brought by the kitchen.

Take your time, cook a few bowls of rice, stir-fry a few dishes and an egg or two, learn to blend into this space and enjoy the process of eating.

Take your time, learn some new tricks, fry a few different dishes, change your mood and share with your family and friends. Even if the food is average, you are satisfied.

Take your time, learn to get along with the kitchen, do something serious, and then enjoy the delicious food it brings.

The kitchen is your three meals a day, and your life is full.