Love to eat. And it loves to eat.

My father belongs to the self-taught class. My father said that he was the eldest son and had to take care of his younger brother and sister since childhood, so he learned to cook and stir-fry at an early age. Grandpa participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and his foot was injured. At that time, there were many children, and grandma basically gave birth to children and fed them to look after them. Dad has shouldered the burden of family since he was a child.

Dad is good at cooking braised dishes, such as braised fish, braised pork, fried duck and goose. Of course, dad is also the chef of the state banquet. In rural areas, there are big happy events such as getting married or marrying a daughter. Basically, dad will be asked to be a chef, and the weddings and funerals of relatives are basically arranged by dad.

Dad is also very creative, and many dishes are cooked by himself.

Now the conditions in towns and villages are better than before. Although many people hold banquets in their own homes, they are also a combination of Chinese and western, and they also have high requirements for wedding banquets. Therefore, the requirements for dishes are also very high, not only delicious, but also innovative and graded.

I settled in the city after graduating from college, and most of my interest in food production came from my father. I grew up watching my father cut vegetables and stir-fry on the kitchen table, and slowly I was able to cook several dishes myself.

For example, my father taught me how to stir-fry beef with peas, stir-fry green beans with vegetables, cut beef and marinate beef, and how to make beef tender and chewy and stir-fry quickly.

For example, I learned this mushroom bean skin soup by watching my father cook it. Flammulina velutipes, Coprinus comatus, Tricholoma and Lentinus edodes are all fresh, and the ingredients are also bean skin. The whole soup is tender and delicious.

The most important thing is to fry the mushrooms, add a little Jiang Mo and chopped green onion, and then stew them in a soup pot until they are soft. Turn the water to low heat and stew for a quarter of an hour, and the bean skin will be cooked.

I was born in the 1980s. When I was a child, I told you that my favorite dish cooked by my father was barbecued pork with Chinese cabbage. The cabbage I ate at that time was planted in my field, but now I have eaten it and pulled it out. Pork was bought in the village. There is a farmer in the village who sells pork. He bought all the pork he killed in the village, and then dragged it by bike in the village after killing it. At that time, no family in the village would raise a few pigs, and pigs were not raised to kill themselves.

When we were young, it was not easy to eat pork. Not for the Chinese New Year, nor for the relatives and friends at home to eat pork. I still remember the smell of barbecued pork in Chinese cabbage cooked by my father. There wasn't so much seasoning at that time. I remember I didn't even put soy sauce and vinegar in it. The ingredients are pork belly, Chinese cabbage, ginger, onion and salt, which are also delicious. Now I remember the smell. The following cooking steps are shared with you.

Prepare a Chinese cabbage

Cut the Chinese cabbage into small pieces for use.

Slice pork belly for later use

Put a little oil in the pot, add ginger and onion in the hot oil, stir-fry the meat until it is 8 minutes cooked, add salt and prepared cabbage, cover the pot and stew for a while.

When I was a child, Chinese cabbage was cooked with meat. There were less meat, more vegetables and more soup. If there were not enough vegetables, you could make soup rice. After 70 s and 80 s, you should all remember the taste of childhood.

It has been 20 years since my father left us. Because all the meals at home are cooked by my mother, I have no impression of my father's cooking. But what impressed me most was that when I was a child, my family was poor, with nine brothers and sisters, and I was hungry every day. My parents work hard to support us, and my father works day and night. During the busy farming season, the production team will go out to work at night and have a midnight snack, usually a bowl of rice. Every night, my father will take the food home, wake us up from bed and give everyone a bite. It's really special and delicious, and I burst into tears when I think about it. My father and daughter miss your old man, so you shouldn't be poor there anymore. You are so hardworking, you will have plenty of food and clothing in your next life.

Favorite dish

Hello friends, I'm glad to answer this question. Coincidentally, I just finished my birthday two days ago, and my father specially came to cook me a sumptuous meal, which moved me very much. My favorite is boiled pork slices. This dish is delicious and delicious, and I have loved it since I was a child. First, let's take a look at dad's latest achievements. I like them very much and am very moved. There are also many stories behind it, which also makes me feel a lot.

Dad's seriousness and nervousness

But interestingly, my father, who is a chef, is always nervous when cooking this dish. In recent years, especially when I took my daughter-in-law to watch it together, my father always had various problems. For example, when looking for a color, I wanted to find red but turned pink. For example, I want to be a little sticky, but it is too sticky. Of course, we all understand him, and his mentality is getting better recently. I did it seriously and didn't put it on the market, so it was very successful.

Men's responsibility and helplessness

Dad is a cook, so you must have eaten well since you were a child! Many friends have this feeling, which seems normal, but in real life, because of the characteristics of chef's work, I seldom see my father while eating. I can only bring my grandparents to cook something for me. Of course it's delicious, but my father can accompany me to eat very few days every year. But besides Chinese New Year, my father will accompany me to have a meal on my birthday. So I have been looking forward to my birthday since I was a child. Boiled pork slices are also associated with my birthday and my father as a symbol. As I grow older, I understand my father's helplessness and men's responsibility more and more. I will also work hard to take over his burden early.

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

On my birthday, my father cooked a table of dishes without much language decoration. My father is still pure and sincere, looking at his gray hair and some bent back. For the first time, I feel that my father is really old. This table dish is not only delicious, but also my whole love for many years, including roast beef with potatoes, dried fish, sliced meat, stewed potatoes with eggplant and so on. These loves have accompanied me inadvertently for many years. I will cherish them and take care of him and his mother from now on, so that they will not work so hard. May parents in the world have a good home and be taken care of by their children! May every family be happy!

My father can't cook, please see my previous answer. If you are interested.

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egg soup

Although I grew up eating my mother's cooking.

Dad only did it a few times.

But my father's egg soup is really delicious.

I remember coming back to my home in my first year of marriage.

What did my mother say to eat?

I can say anything.

My dad said for the first time that day, I'll do it.

I cooked six courses.

And egg soup

Na taste

really beautiful

I haven't eaten my father's meal for four years now.

I still miss it.

In my family, except my mother, everyone cooks delicious food and has their own specialties. My sister likes making China cakes. The bacon buns and fried dough sticks she wrapped are super delicious. My brother's specialty is wearing lemon chicken. Let my brother do it for me every time I go home. My specialty is crucian bean curd soup and tomato crucian carp soup, which my family loves to eat every time I cook. My father is the best cook in the family. He can cook the most authentic dishes of our Hani nationality, such as boiled beef with dried bamboo shoots, bacon, grilled fish with banana leaves, authentic red rice porridge and dried bacon ... I think as long as it is Hani cuisine, my father can't do it. His best dish is grilled fish wrapped in banana leaves, plus citronella, coriander, basil, millet, lemon leaves and wild sour seeds that Banna people often eat. Chop up all these spices, mix them with carp/grass carp pieces for pickling, then wrap them with fresh banana leaves and stew them on charcoal fire. They are sour and spicy, and there are all kinds of rich herbs. In junior high school and high school, every time I went home, I would pack a bag of cooked fish and go to school. Roommates would always scramble to eat it. Other people's children's taste buds are the taste of mother, and my home is the taste of father. Unfortunately, I haven't been home for a long time after work. I haven't eaten steamed fish cooked by my father for a long time. I haven't seen any photos of steamed fish made by my father in these two years. Ah ~ I really want to go home.

Tell me about dad's specialty. Many years ago, my father made oil cakes.

Oil is what is left after fat pork consumes oil. It seems that some places are called oil residue.

Grease the rolled dough, add oil, chopped green onion and appropriate amount of salt and pepper noodles, roll it into a roll, then roll it into a spiral shape, flatten it into a cake, put an appropriate amount of oil in the pot, add the cake and fry it on low heat.

For a time, the smell of oil, onion and noodles was everywhere. The cake sizzled in the oil, and the oil sizzled in the cake. Yes, I remember it very clearly.

When the cake is baked, it tastes soft and crisp, oily and salty, with the smell of Chili noodles. When I think of it, my mouth is full of saliva, and the aftertaste is still there.

For so many years, I've always wanted my father to do it again. Reason told me again, forget it, noodles don't taste like that, and meat doesn't taste like that. I don't taste like that, forget it, just savor it in my memory, and don't ruin the delicacy in this memory.

When I was a child, there were many brothers and sisters in my family, and I was poor. I didn't say it was food or I could eat it, so I became Amitabha.

But my father still has a dish that I still remember, and that is "Fried Chili with Bean Curd", which is still delicious. I still learned the truth about this dish from my father.

The steps are as follows: add a little salt to the bean dregs and fry them dry to remove the beany smell. Mix flour with bean dregs, steam to 80% dryness, and then smoke with firewood, which can last for half a year.

When frying, add dried or fresh peppers and add ingredients such as abacus. It depends on personal taste. It is a good dish with wine and meals.

There are too many people with three highs. This dish is really delicious. Unlike trying.

Dad is long gone, and now it's good to have him every time I think about it.

Now I often cook this dish for my children and grandchildren. Whenever my son and daughter-in-law come back, they will call in advance to ask for this dish.

Conditional friends don't try, but forgive me what I can't do.