Happiness, in fact, is very simple, not so grand, perhaps, just a meal cooked by parents themselves.
Since childhood, the taste of happiness has always been the food cooked by parents at that table. Cola chicken wings, vinegar peanuts, scrambled eggs with tomatoes ... although they are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, the taste has been greatly improved through the wonderful hands of parents. Behind a coke chicken wing, they were busy for an hour: first, they bought fresh chicken wings from the market, washed them at home, soaked them for a while, then stir-fried them in a pot, added coke, and simmered for a while until the coke penetrated into the chicken wings and turned brown.
The coke chicken wings just served are bright in color and fragrant, which makes people appetite and can be eaten at any time. Every time I gobble, I still remember to express my admiration: "Tut tut, you have made the chicken wings of Coke to the extreme, so delicious that I can't describe my feelings in words." As he spoke, he took another bite of the chicken wings, and the sweet smell spread through his teeth and lips, making the chicken so soft and smooth. The sweetness between the teeth and lips also floated into my heart.
My parents have been trying to change my menu since I was a child. I eat this on Monday, that on Tuesday and that on Wednesday ... The taste buds on the tip of my tongue have been spoiled, and I think the food at home is so delicious that I seldom go out to eat. I often say to them with a smile, "Seeing that you two cook so well, just open a restaurant, which will be very popular." Mom will smile and proudly say, "That's no good, we are your personal chef." Say that finish, a family of three laughed.
Is it true that five-star chefs can't keep up with their parents in cooking? Not necessarily, but every dish they fry and every pot of soup they stew has unlimited love for their daughter. This love makes me feel happy, and this happiness belongs to my little happiness.