Author: Xiao Che

Some stories, you simply can't tell them in gorgeous language. The way to interpret the story is the last memorial left by the storyteller.

Intuitive cooking is the same as writing. Cooking? Pay attention to writing? Pay attention to the sense of language. Cooking, as long as the hand shakes, the whole lump of salt falls into the' pot'! Finally, the dog didn't swallow it.

Some people can't grasp the heat with an alarm clock, while others can feel it just right. Every skill depends on talent, and hard work can only become a robot. More McDonald's assembly lines are almost the same! There is a girl who is the overlord of dark cuisine. All the dishes she cooked were burnt black. Incredibly, it is still raw, sometimes with ice residue.

My little dog is eating her ribs and wagging its tail happily. Suddenly, the dog's face changed and a golden retriever turned green on the spot. It spit it out carefully, screamed and ran to one side, hiding in the corner and crying until midnight.

The girl works in a foreign company, although she is very busy. But there are always some opportunities to show off their cooking skills. On the day of the dinner, her kitchen was the scene of the explosion. We all call her Madame Curie. She doesn't care' looking at you eagerly'. You can only choose some ones with normal selling color to eat' salted duck eggs' as sweet as honey. Finally, try fried fungus! A whole plate of burnt' shredded pork with fish flavor'.

I have a friend named Camel who likes her very much. Every time we go to her house, the camel can finish all the dishes she cooks and chew all the time.

Later, they got married. I asked the camel, are you okay to eat like this? Not afraid of death. He said with a smile; He only does it once a month, and I think it's dysmenorrhea!

Last year, the girl was diagnosed with' advanced liver cancer' and died after the Spring Festival. The city can hear firecrackers from time to time. Even the night is full of joy, so I can't worry about camels and go to his house to pay New Year's greetings.

He is the only one at home, sitting in front of the computer in the study, writing documents. I have seen it before. This is a recipe. I said; Well, you have to publish a cookbook! Camel asked me to cook, and he went to cook fried rice with eggs. I stood by and chatted with him without saying anything.

He poured the rice into the oil pan, then sprinkled salt and fried it for a while. After eating a spoonful, he smacked his lips and said; It's really salty, but a little bitter. I was suddenly silent, and suddenly I knew why he was writing recipes. He wanted to keep the girl, but he didn't. At least he could keep the smell. The camel took another bite and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He cried.

Wipe your tears with the back of your hand, he said; I feel lucky to find this unique wife who can cook. After she left, she left me with a lot of aftertaste, well, "he said." Almost bitter. Do you think the bitterness is fried, or is it just some strange seasoning?

He said; Watch TV for a while, and I will continue to write recipes. I said; Why don't we have a cup of tea, he said; No, I'm afraid I'll forget what she did after a long time. I had to write at that moment, and I almost burst into tears. Later, I advised him that it is easy to be sad at home. Take a walk!

He nodded and began to prepare to go to Turkey, but after a long time, he wanted to call him. He went with his thoughts, the journey of one person, the temperature of two people. Wherever he goes, he is waiting for her. Maybe he doesn't need to be disturbed!

Yesterday, my good friend Bian Xiao and I slept in a small shop, two people with a dog. We slept soundly and woke up at dusk. The camel pushed open the wooden door and came in. I am surprised how you found this place. He said; Everyone knows it's here. I made him a cup of coffee and he drank two cups. I said; I can't sleep when I drink. He said; Can't sleep, sleep tomorrow!

We talked a lot and learned that the camel really went to Turkey. Because the girl yearns for Turkey and wants to learn how to cook there, he wants to taste it, so that he can tell her the taste in his dream.

Camel said that only you didn't call me, and everyone advised me not to think too much. I can't get out. This is too difficult. However, what does it matter if I can't get out? I like it. I have a good life and am very happy. I just changed my lifestyle, and my diet is almost finished.

I suddenly found out that he can cook so many recipes! Camel drank a lot of wine, looked at the desk lamp and said; I have a theory that he saw you. This is my life! I am very satisfied.

The world is beautiful. All, every word she wrote was left to me to read aloud year after year. He stood by the bookcase, staggered for a long time, picked out my book and tore the title page.

This is the passage; I think the world is beautiful. The sunshine swept through the city, the breeze swept through my fingers, the sound played by every radio station late at night, and the shadows laid by every mountain road along the way. It's all written by you casually, so I can read it year after year. The world is your will, and I am your only legacy!

This story has no gorgeous words, but it is the last and most solemn commemoration of the camel!