Fried pork rice is not simple.

Pork should be native to pigs, and feed should not be eaten, otherwise the meat quality is not fragrant, tender or refined. Rice likes people. I like long-grain fragrant rice, which is soft, waxy, non-sticky and compact.

Stir-fried pork rice needs to be prepared in advance, take out a bowl and put it in the pot.

Fried meat is very particular.

The best peppers in Hunan are green and yellow. Stir-fry for three to five minutes, and then stir-fry the meat separately. When frying meat, the heat is very important. As soon as the oil starts to smoke, pour it into the pot and stir it quickly. When the meat color changes from red to gray, pour in ginger, garlic and cinnamon, stir-fry for a few times, and then pour in thick soy sauce, and a strange fragrance disappears instantly.

I can't stop drooling in my mouth. I couldn't wait to put the rice into the pot, and immediately reached out and grabbed a piece of meat, which relieved my appetite.

One minute of waiting, eyes, mouth and heart, all swallowing.

Stir-fried pork rice is out of the pot, golden rice, delicious meat, and the pungent smell of green peppers are choking in the nasal cavity, and the rice wrapped in rape blossoms is sent to the mouth, which naturally calms the waiting of all internal organs, and the hot sweat instantly rolls all over the body.

It is such a bowl of fried pork rice that no matter how many difficulties I have experienced, I can always find the most primitive sense of security behind my taste buds.

The first time I ate fried pork rice was 12 years old.

The school requires uniform meals at school, but the quality of meals is very poor. The teacher also sarcastically said that he didn't like it yet. Is there anything delicious at home? My mother was so angry that she took a bucket of fried pork rice to school and invited several students in our class to eat it. The students all said it was delicious, much more delicious than the school's. Mother was very proud to watch her classmates eat all the fried pork rice.

The last time my mother cooked fried pork rice was 10 years ago.

That day, I was preparing to report to the university. Dad was smoking, standing in front of the house, looking at all my luggage one by one. Mother lit a fire, heated the pot and cooked fried pork rice before I went out.

I have no time to eat because I am in a hurry to catch the train. My mother wrapped me a copy and asked me to take it with me on the road. After a busy day at school, I have long forgotten that little fried pork rice. A few days later, I found it in a plastic bag after washing clothes, so I waved my hand and threw the rice into the trash can.

Three years ago, my mother had a stroke.

Mother after a stroke, like a different person, nervous, suspicious, selfish and complaining.

Yes, she was the main force of the town's small drum team before she got sick. She plays the leading role in Shang Yan. Who doesn't know her in the community and who doesn't like her?

However, after I got sick, my mouth was drooling, my mouth was askew and I was paralyzed. If you can't even say a complete sentence clearly, how can you talk about singing and dancing? The eyes of people around you gradually changed from worship to sympathy, and from sympathy to disgust.

She felt that everyone looked down on her and every eye was laughing at her. As long as the family neglects her a little, they dislike her, hate her and want her to die.

She always loses her temper. But the handwriting is not neat, and even swearing is incomplete. While I am angry, I am also very sad. I mumbled a word and began to cry. My mouth was crooked and my heart hurt more. We cried so much that we didn't know how to face her.

She always says mean things. Especially for family members, let her eat an orange and tell her it's really delicious. She said to you, don't you know I can't taste? Massage her arm. If it hurts a little, call names and say you can't be gentle. This is killing me. Her hair is dirty and she wants to wash it. She said directly, what image do I want? I am worse than a beggar. People can still walk, but I can't even walk ...

The whole family is very tired. We know that mom is more tired.

On April 25th, when I was asleep, my father made a phone call.

Your mother drank pesticides.

I may be confused. I asked coldly: Are you still alive?

Dad said: Still in the rescue.

My tears kept dripping on the quilt, but I still said with a straight face, well, I'll wait for your news.

Later, many times, I sat by my mother's bed, and I wondered, if my mother didn't come back that night, would I regret not coming back for the first time?

However, I don't want to think about it. I looked at my mother, the woman with dandruff. Is this really my mother?

After my mother's stroke, my original wedding also looked flustered. Let's keep it simple. Nobody at home is busy with the wedding.

Yeah, I know.

So, my wedding is very simple.

At my wedding, my mother cried into tears. I thought she didn't want to leave home.

However, when my aunt told my mother not to cry and to be happy when she got married, my mother said, I don't cry for this. I cry for myself. Look at me, look at me. ...

Four months later, I was pregnant.

Life is worse than death during pregnancy, and various reactions continue. I lost weight in a month 10 kg. On a trip home, my parents thought I was thin and deformed when they saw me.

I saw my mother and found that she started to do rehabilitation training.

My heart is warm. Ask dad: When did mom start exercising?

Dad hahaha smiled: from knowing that you are pregnant.

I was surprised and my face was full of incomprehension.

Dad said: She said that when she became a grandmother, she didn't exercise, and she couldn't even hold her grandchildren in the future. ...

My heart has become an ocean of water. I didn't expect the birth of one life to stimulate the growth and redemption of another.

The next morning, I slept late. After getting up, I found a big bowl with a stainless steel lid upside down on the table.

I opened it and found a bowl full of stir-fried pork rice, which was full of fragrance.

I shouted: Dad, did you just fire me?

Dad giggled: I don't know what to do. Your mother did it. She just went out to exercise.

The father looked puzzled and said calmly, "You should eat more. Your mother said it hurts to see you lose weight. Thinking that you like fried pork rice, she asked me to buy good ingredients early in the morning. I worked alone for more than 2 hours, made 3 copies before and after, and left the best for you. " She said that if you like it, you should eat more.

I can't imagine that picture, how the paraplegic mother was busy in the kitchen with one hand and cooked this little fried pork rice for me with the other.

But, I know, besides this bowl of fried pork rice, I also found my mother.

I picked up the bowls and ate them one by one. This is probably the best fried pork rice I have ever eaten. ...