My friend Jingjing took some pictures in the circle of friends, including sausages, bacon, fish and even some apples.

Essay: This is maternal love! My father repeatedly said that the extra money from mailing a few more apples would be enough for me to buy apples, but my mother insisted on mailing them to me.

After graduating from Jingjing University, she married her boyfriend to the north. At that time, her parents actually opposed it, because they didn't want her to be so far away from home, afraid that she would be wronged, afraid that she couldn't get used to the food there, and afraid that she couldn't handle the relationship with her in-laws. However, Jingjing was determined by her weight and married regardless.

For this reason, her mother worried for a long time.

Worry is worry. Every winter, her mother knows that she likes to eat sausages and bacon from her hometown, and she has also sent her a lot in recent years. Those apples that are worthless to us are also her mother's love for her.

We are far away from our parents, who are afraid that we can't eat well and wear warm clothes. What's more, we think fruit is too expensive, and we are afraid that we won't spend money on it.

This is what parents want.

While I was moved, I didn't forget to comment on Jingjing, saying that she was a happy child.

Not long after my comments were published, I saw the comments of my mutual friend Xiaowen.

Xiaowen wrote: You don't know, I envy you!

2.

Xiaowen is also our high school university. After graduation, she also married to the north.

Others don't understand the meaning of her sentence, I do.

Xiaowen's mother died when she was very young, and her father died a few years ago. Her brother's house is her hometown. So for so many years, she didn't come back.

It's not easy to think of Xiaowen, so I took the initiative to chat with her and said, honey, give me an address and I'll send you some preserved fish and sausages, all of which you like to eat. My craft is also great. I made it myself. Give it a try!

Xiaowen made an incredible expression at first, and then said, don't scare me? My aunt used to make it for you. When did you learn it? I don't believe it?

I said: to tell the truth, I really learned. After many experiments, it is better than my mother's. Afraid that she wouldn't believe me, I went to my small balcony and photographed the long string of meat I hung for her to see.

Xiaowen then sent me a drooling photo. I said: now you believe it, give me the address quickly!

Xiaowen gave me the address and said with emotion: It's good to have you. You know, my mother died a long time ago, and I miss the taste of my hometown very much, but now my brother and sister-in-law are in charge at home, so I can't talk to my sister-in-law.

I said: Understandably, you still have me now!

Xiaowen then asked me how I learned it like a curious baby. I used to be the shopkeeper who cut vegetables and so on.

3.

I told her that I could not only bacon, but also make her favorite fried sweet potato balls.

Xiaowen was convinced and quickly asked me what to do.

I patiently told her the steps, and finally she said with emotion: You are really capable! I'm completely touched!

I said yes!

After that, in fact, I couldn't help feeling sad and then happy.

Sadly, it is not easy for me to know my mother's cooking.

Happily, I finally learned all this bit by bit from the previous two years, and I don't have to bother my mother anymore. She doesn't have to worry either. I want to eat in winter.

Nor will I get up in the middle of the night like other mothers to guide children on the other side of the ocean to learn how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

I know, this skill is my own. You can teach your daughter in the future and give her some advice to remind her that this is the smell of mother.

Of course, this motherly smell only comes from her grandmother, that is, my mother, who learned it from my grandmother.

This delicious food is handed down from generation to generation, and so is love.

4.

I remember the year I was pregnant, I was in Beijing, and I had no appetite. That winter, I especially wanted to eat preserved fish and sausages from my hometown.

Every time I think about drooling, my heart itches like a kitten scratching.

After a long struggle, I chose to call my mother.

The next morning, my mother asked my father to take her to the market on a motorcycle, carefully selected grass carp and meat I loved, took them back, and then began to pickle.

Almost a month later, when the meat was almost dry. My mother went to town with meat and asked my aunt to help deliver it.

During the Spring Festival that year, we were in Beijing and didn't go home. Although pregnant women want to eat less of this food, I can't help eating a lot.

I feel very happy every time I eat it, because that's my mother's taste!

However, at that time, I vowed that one day, I would learn to make these things by myself and leave my relatives alone.

I can do it myself. My mother will be relieved.

5.

So the first winter back in Wuhan, I began to learn to cook bacon.

Pickled sausages are easier to handle. There are processed sausages in supermarkets and vegetable markets, so you don't have to do it yourself. But curing preserved fish and bacon, you have to do it yourself.

I called my mother and asked her to tell me how to make it. She's on the other end of the phone, and I'm on this end. Do it her way.

Fortunately, I am not too stupid, and I have a gift for cooking. After a while, my bacon was served on the table. It is delicious food.

I know I succeeded. You can rely less on my mother and her in the future, which actually makes her feel more at ease.

At the very least, I want to eat, and I can make it myself at any time. She is not worried that I have wronged myself.

This year, I passed on some new experiences of pickling to my mother.

I know that she is old, and I am afraid that she will work hard. Instead of asking me to prepare bacon for me, I told her I would do it. I want to eat and make it myself.

My mother was very happy and a little lost, and recalled some past events that my grandmother taught her to cook bacon.

Through the distant time, I can think of the scene where young mothers, like me, learn from their mothers.

My heart is warm and my eyes always want to cry.

six ..

Cai Lan, a famous gourmet, once said: The most extreme taste in the world is always the taste of mother.

When we were young, we couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. At that time, we were bent on leaving our parents.

It was not until adulthood, especially after middle age, when we had our own small family, children and life that we began to understand our mother's love and her importance to us.

However, we always have to grow, and some roads always have to be taken by ourselves. Some experiences must be experienced by yourself. This is our life.

Just like the lingering smell of mother, one day, when we miss it, we will learn to make it. At this time, we will really grow up!