The words in the book, like the title of the book, are intentional and have a human flavor. I write all the little things in life, but they are very tasty.
Wang Lao writes vegetables.
Self-made fried dough sticks stuffed with meat can actually "shock ten miles", turning over books in the middle of the night, swallowing saliva and handing out recipes, which actually provoked half of the friends in the circle of friends to ask for it.
Wang Lao writes about others raising birds.
The people watching are very happy, aren't they? At present, the advantage of keeping a dog is probably walking people. Without a dog, you are too lazy to go out. If you have a dog, you must go out for a walk twice. This gives dog lovers another reason to keep a dog.
Wang Lao writes about childhood.
Thought about it, didn't you? The child stubbornly sleeps in his mother's stomach all the time, and likes warm things to soak in warm water. All the restrictions you put on your children are in exchange for crying. It seems that after crying again and again, the child gradually accepted the reality, slowly accepted those rules, endured a little discomfort and grew up.
Wang Lao's book has been picked up and put down many times, and it is today that I really read it with a little taste. Think about it, maybe books and people are predestined friends, as if they know your depression, so they deliberately use these words to forgive you and let you know that trivial life also has endless fun.