I was born in the countryside after 70, when I was very poor. A few cents can buy a catty of pork. At that time, I was the only child in my family, and my parents followed the production team to work in the mountains. My mother told me to learn to cook at home. I had a hot meal when they finished their work. Several times, I even cooked the meal, but my parents didn't blame me. Instead, they spoiled me like a treasure. At that time, I had no meat and no food. I remember one time when I was cooking, I accidentally knocked over the scrambled eggs, which were covered with dust and could not be eaten. My parents didn't scold me when they came back from work. Although I had more siblings later, I was still the favorite baby of my parents, perhaps because I learned to cook at an early age! Actually, it's not, because I listen,
Forty years later, the scenes of that era, the vague fragments of my cooking, and the little things that my parents doted on me are still vivid.