I didn't feel anything after eating the fish and shrimp in Taihu Lake. Before I came to jiande city, I was watching the TV series China on the Tip of the Tongue. This movie about China's diet shows the food invented by the poor in China for thousands of years, which is very beautiful. When watching the film, the tangent bacon, amaranth lean meat and oily gold oil are sliced under the blade and put into the pot, and the heavy iron pot immediately emits a faint oil mist. I really want to eat jiande city's bacon. As soon as I met my relatives, I asked if there was any bacon. They just smiled at me and were moved by my delicious food. The next day, my sister bought bacon in the morning market, but she didn't eat it because she cooked too many dishes that day.

I have lost weight twice. Every time, it failed in the end. Originally, I had an artificial aversion to food in my heart, but as soon as I served it, I told myself that I would eat it this time and not eat it next time. Or smell the smell of meat or fish floating in the air, the stomach can't help purring and feeling hungry, and the appetite soars. In the house where we live, hairtail is often fried upstairs, which is the kind of salty and rotten hairtail. When it was fried in oil, it immediately released an attractive aroma, but I didn't know it came to my kitchen from that gap, so I walked into a childhood feast in the hazy. The smell of childhood and the salty hairtail filled that era, leaving me with a deep and beautiful memory. Maybe it's because I'm very sensitive to food, so now whenever I walk in the streets of Harbin at night and am shrouded in the smoke of mutton skewers, I will resist my inner impulse and silently tell myself that the meat of mutton skewers is not good, or that eating mutton skewers will lose weight, and then I will deliberately walk past the tables and ovens placed in front of the restaurant one by one and watch the waiters turn over handfuls of mutton skewers in the charcoal fire. That kind of suffering is the same as the passion of suppressing expansion when facing beautiful women. Even I doubt my endurance.

I finally got bacon in jiande city. My sister stewed bacon and bamboo shoots together. I hardly ate bamboo shoots, but meat. I don't like to eat big hotels, but I like to wander around small hotels. I walked out of this restaurant and out of that restaurant in the street of jiande city, looking at one menu after another. My wife said, I'll leave if it's not delicious; The wife said, you can't eat too much, I'll go; My wife said that I thought the kitchen was dirty and left again. I walked a lot of restaurants with great pain, and finally said, let's go to relatives' houses to eat, which is clean. In my mind, a clean kitchen can't make delicious meals. After my relatives knew me, they specially arranged for me to go to a restaurant with southern characteristics and eat bacon. While eating with relish, suddenly a dish was served, saying it was salty pig's head meat. My relative in the south is not fat, but he knows better than me. As soon as I eat this salty pig's head meat, it is not greasy, a little salty and hard, and it is well preserved and very delicious. Relatives say this is the characteristic of this hotel.

Travel to a place, don't climb mountains, and don't want to see it in a boring river. I just want to eat local specialties. Delicious is human nature. But many people don't admit it. As soon as I had dinner with many friends, they said I like meat and served me a plate of meat. So the braised pork with hairy belly came up. But in the end, I didn't eat anything, so I ate all the meat. They ate them all. Our society is like this, laughing at other people's lust, but having a room full of children; Say that others are delicious, and when you see delicacies, you will open your arms and have a big meal. Our own unreality also destroys the living environment. My relatives saw that I loved eating, so they specially took me to Qiandao Lake to eat fish. I don't know how big Qiandao Lake is. My relatives say that fishermen can catch dozens or hundreds of pounds of fish. We found a restaurant in a mountain bend, specializing in fish in Qiandao Lake. Because there were few people, I ordered a small fish, but after steaming, it smelled good. Made a native chicken out of a clay pot. I ate fish and chicken. That delicious feeling is like Lingshan Xiushui including Qiandao Lake.

Eat in Hangzhou when I go home. This is the last meal in the south. We ordered a bowl of rice and a dish. Just then, I saw a wax hoof on the menu. I remember many years ago when I went to Zhangjiajie, Hunan, the comrades of the Writers Association asked us for hooves. Waxed pig's trotters, stewed until soft, and then fried with pepper. Pig's trotters are thick, smooth and fragrant. I have forgotten the scenery of Zhangjiajie, but I still remember this hoof. I think I must have a dream this time. I said I wanted this wax hoof. The wife said, we can't finish eating. I said, look at this plate. Not much. So while eating rice, I waited for hooves. Here comes the hoof, son. A big plate. I took a closer look, and it was a pig elbow. I asked the waiter, what I want is wax hoof. The waiter said, here it is. I just learned that the pig's elbows and trotters here are called hoofs. I'm sure I can't finish it. I don't want to throw it away, pack it and take it back to the northeast. When I get home, I steam my hooves and eat a little every day to express my attachment to this trip to the south.