Looking at Mr. Yang in the kitchen, while busy, he twisted his fat body with the melody in the earphone. I laughed with the girl, imitated his appearance, and said to each other: Dad is like a fat bear. As soon as the kitchen door opened, my girl and I brought two bowls of rice first. We quickly moved over, picked up chopsticks, held rice bowls and looked at the kitchen and other dishes.
He often cooks according to his own taste. I either think it's too weak, or I think the ginger is too big and there are too many peppers. He should provide carrots instead of white radishes. He should blanch first, and then cook. In his words, "I am the only one who is fussy and picky." Now, I don't talk nonsense anymore. I'll eat whatever is ready-made. It is more important for three people to have a meal at home than what they eat.
Today is Laba. In the morning, Mr. Yang carefully cooked Laba porridge with 18 kinds of ingredients. At noon, he stewed a pot of carrot, corn and lamb chop soup. In the evening, he cooked noodles with mushrooms, eggs and spinach. When I was eating noodles, I lamented that the similarities of happy families all started with men cooking. Our family is now on the track of a happy family. He said, come on, don't tease me.
Actually, I really didn't mean to coax him to work more.
According to my observation, with the growth of age, an important indicator of happiness is that men are slowly willing to go into the kitchen and cook for their families. An old gentleman who cooks and an old lady who keeps the house clean and tidy are my imaginary happy old age.
My mother does not eat or cook meat. When I was a child, my father only cooked for a few days during the Spring Festival. Later, we left home to work on campus, and every time we went home, it was my dad who cooked. The porridge is cooked by mother, the steamed bread is heated by mother, and the main course and side dishes are washed and cut by mother, but from cooking to cooking, dad has to run. Jiaozi, dumpling stuffing and red soup are all cooked by dad.
Go back to my father-in-law's house for dinner, and my second brother is busy in the kitchen. Mr. Yang said: That's because my brother has studied cooking. I said: It has nothing to do with cooking. Your brother cooks because he values our return.
People who cook at home are cooking or feeling.
Every time I go to the market, I pay special attention to the old people who can choose vegetables. When I don't know what to buy, when I can't negotiate the price, I will buy it with them. When I meet enthusiastic people, I will enthusiastically share how to do it. By the way, I can hear a lot of happiness. My son and daughter like to eat the dishes cooked by my father. What's my father's secret recipe?
A friend, every time she goes back to her mother's house, the father she first sees is always in the kitchen, sitting on a pot with her favorite soup and picking up her favorite dishes; Another friend went back to her mother's house at the weekend. There is a bowl of hot chicken soup wonton on the table. This soup is an old hen that my father bought from the market at 5: 00 in the morning and stewed for 3 hours. This wonton was opened by my parents, chopped pork stuffing, and now it is wrapped.
My girl doesn't like noodles. From this summer vacation, she began to like her father's brand of noodles. Mr. Yang mixed shredded cucumber, shredded carrot, shredded beef, shredded chicken, mung bean sprouts, vegetable seedlings and Pleurotus eryngii with Laoganma Douchi. The child ate a big plate at a time and even dared to eat his father's brand of noodles from the beginning. He also plans to invite friends to his house to eat noodles of Dad's brand.
Homesick, perhaps what I want most is love in the kitchen; When the children come home, the love I want to express most is also full in the kitchen.