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In mom's taste, your favorite bowl of salty rice.
You said you liked my cooking best! In fact, there are many people who have cooked for you, including your favorite father, your beloved grandfather who holds you in the palm of your hand, and your grandmother who makes you love and hate nagging. But you always say that mom's cooking is the best! Especially that bowl of salty rice, you can't eat enough!

I don't know how to cook because my mother doesn't know how to cook either. I have been eating those traditional monotonous dishes for more than 20 years. Until you came, everything was broken.

You are our long-awaited little angel. At that time, all my friends around me were scrambling to give birth to a "golden pig baby", but I was waiting for you calmly. Because I want to have a baby mouse and an Olympic baby (2008 happens to be the Beijing Olympic Games). I named you a long time ago. I like the kindness of Jiuse deer and the cuteness of Bambi, so even if I don't know if you are a boy or a girl, I still give you a nickname "Deer Deer".

When you were born, we had a local website with a food column and a parenting column. As early as the beginning of pregnancy, I had something to browse and made extracts and notes one by one. Especially in the food column, there is a post about a father preparing a working meal for his daughter every day, which I still remember clearly. Skilled father, in order to let his daughter have a nutritious lunch every day, always gets up early in the morning to wash vegetables and cook, and makes all kinds of delicious dishes with meat and vegetables. Looking at the delicious dishes through the computer screen, I said to myself at that time, I will cook good food for my children like this father in the future!

Since I have this desire in my heart, I began to put it into action. Every time I go to the bookstore, those sentimental romance novels no longer stop me. I always make great strides to find those recipes and food books. At that time, the books on the shelves at home were: zero-based home cooking, 0-/kloc-0-year-old baby recipes, children's favorite three meals a day and so on.

Even with the blessing of these precious books, my road to learning cooking is not smooth sailing. I used to cut potatoes as thick as my fingers, and the cooked rice porridge almost turned into rice with less water. The oil pan is too hot, and the dishes will be fried as soon as they are put down, not to mention the embarrassing thing of going to the hospital for stitches to cut lemon slices.

Perhaps it is my love for children, perhaps it is my indomitable spirit. After many terrible failures, my cooking skills are increasing day by day. I cooked barbecued pork with honey sauce, handmade duck with sauce, and braised pig's trotters. These are the specialties of my family for many years, and everyone who has tasted them is full of praise.

As for my children's favorite salty rice, it is a frequent visitor at the breakfast table. Especially in winter, I just climbed out of the warm bed and didn't adapt to the coolness outside the bedroom. At this time, after eating a bowl of steaming salty rice, the whole body warmed up immediately. When I go out to school like this, even if the cold wind blows head-on, I won't tremble because of warmth.

The practice of this pickle is also quite simple and convenient. The practice is as follows:

This salty rice can be eaten in fifteen minutes, and it is also suitable for cooking in busy mornings. A day's plan lies in the morning, and breakfast is also the first important thing in the morning. Whether you are working or studying, eating a good breakfast, don't say that you are full of energy all day, absolutely no problem!

Yesterday, I saw an article written by a literary friend, "The taste of home is the taste of mom and dad", in which it was written that all the delicious food lingering in her heart came from her parents. Yes, when a child came into this world, the first person he met was his parents, and he had his first meal with them. In his memory, the earliest understanding of home came from the dishes cooked by his parents.

The smell of mother is the smell of love. Whether you are a handsome man who has grown up or a white-haired old man over 60 years old, this unique taste belongs to you, and you will never forget it! I am also very fortunate that I can personally cook the taste of his mother on the road of his growth!

It's raining in Mao Mao today. Let mom make you a bowl of your favorite salty rice to warm your stomach and heart!