Text | Thirteen In a post about vows, a netizen said: "Love is very simple, three meals a day." I like it inexplicably, and I like the simplicity of the description, the simple description.

When I was a child, my family was poor in material resources, and there was rarely meat on the table.

We have chickens at home, but we can’t easily drink chicken soup. Each one of those chickens subsidizes the family’s income.

Eggs, on the other hand, can supplement our nutrition.

Every time my mother cracks eggs, she always leaves some extra egg liquid on each empty eggshell. Those eggshells are mine.

Collect the egg liquid in each shell into a slightly neater egg shell, sprinkle a few stars of salt, and bake it over the charcoal fire in the brazier. Watch the egg liquid turn from clear to white until the egg shell is burnt.

The smell of egg and egg penetrates into the nose, and I often stuff it into my mouth eagerly without waiting for the palatable temperature.

The roasted egg white is often not enough for a big mouthful. Touch it gently with your teeth and chew it slowly. The aftertaste is endless, which is better than any delicacy.

After getting married, when I was joking with my sister-in-law, I occasionally mentioned it, which caused a burst of laughter.

My sister-in-law said that she had also eaten baked eggs. On her birthday, her grandmother would hold an iron spoon, put a drop of oil in the spoon, crack an egg in the spoon, hold it on the charcoal fire and bake it slowly, so that the cooked eggs would be cooked.

, tastier than any birthday cake, and after my grandmother passed away, I couldn’t find that scent again.

Hidden in those eggs grilled over charcoal fire is the deep love of mothers who have been immersed in the kitchen all their lives.

Until now, I still have an almost stubborn preference for eggs. Fortunately, my son is not like most children of the same age who regard the eggs on the table as a burden or a task.

Sir Hu, who sprained his leg some time ago and couldn't move in bed, rarely entered the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and started washing his hands to make soup.

The reversal of roles was momentarily flattering.

The sound of pots, pans, knives and chopping boards in the kitchen, and the smell of oil fumes all over Sir Hu’s body, made an emotion of mutual dependence spread throughout my body like ink seeping into clear water.

Stewed pork ribs, stewed fish, stewed mutton, stewed vegetables, stir-fried vegetables, fried vegetables, mixed vegetables, stewed sesame seeds, tomato and egg noodles, potato soup noodles... more than ten days, just like what he said, three meals a day, basically

Never repeated.

Every bite of this warm home-cooked meal is like a delicacy, turning into a love that can be eaten, reaching from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart.

Once upon a time, the scene that I yearned for quietly came to me.

Talking about chicken feathers on the ground, talking about being disgusted with each other, talking about the left hand and the right hand, and talking about the seven-year itch are all nonsense.

Some people say that when flowers bloom on the daily necessities of life, poems are written in trivial matters, and life goes on noisily, then this is the right marriage.

I think very hypocritically, the best love is when he returns to his little nest, throws off his high heels, wipes off his makeup, takes off his tie, takes off his suit, removes all external shells, rolls up his sleeves, and before entering the kitchen, he softly

Ask: What do you want to eat?

What’s in those eggshells, what’s in the iron spoons, what’s in the vegetables and rice on the induction cooker is the love that is suitable for a common person like me and is full of human fireworks.

Integrate love and care into the daily life of three meals a day, and then the ordinary life will also shine.

When Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, his concubine Chaoyun followed him to endure hardships.

Living in poverty, Su Shi loved to eat, so Chaoyun thought of a way to stew local cheap fatty pork over low heat to create the prototype of Dongpo Pork.

That's not all. Chaoyun Nuhong was very good. She made embroidery and exchanged it for money to buy sheep spines, and then she took great pains to make them for Su Shi to eat.

Su Shi wrote to his late wife Wang Fu, "Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." But what he wrote to Chaoyun was, "It's out of season, only Chaoyun can recognize me; I play ancient tunes alone, every time it rains

Bai Siqing. "The former is indeed deeply affectionate, but the latter is a close friend.

The most minute warmth in the world is nothing more than the shortcomings of parents, washing hands and making soup, children playing with husbands, peace of mind in my family, and happiness in the world.

On Valentine's Day, a friend had hot pot and posted a message in the circle saying: "For a foodie, any festival can be a foodie's day." After seeing it, I couldn't help but smile.

Eating is the most daily thing, but it is also the most important thing.

The two of them eat heartily and enjoy themselves together, respecting themselves and accommodating each other. Eating well means that the two of them live a good life. Only two hearts can nourish a love flower in the worldly triviality.

I once wrote an article about my colleague Aunt Qing. She is a generation older than us, but her life is more exciting than most of us young people.

As long as she posts delicious food in her WeChat circle, we will get a lot of comments that make us laugh.

Hidden behind the delicious food is Aunt Qing's wisdom in dealing with love and life.

Aunt Qing once enlightened me: If a man and woman who eat and drink can hold hands to stir the soup in the same pot, many years later, each other will know what the other likes to eat best, and their respective tastes can accommodate the other's hobbies. Isn't this true?

Is it love that can be seen and tasted?

Don't think about love too romantically. Love in three meals a day is the most fragrant, colorful and tasteful.

The best love is when two people "live" together with complete satisfaction.

The so-called eternal life means that one tea, one meal, one porridge, and one vegetable, if only one person can accompany you, is enough!

Being in a marriage that is indispensable for human fireworks, I understand that all the vows made to each other, before the flowers and the moon under the moon, will eventually settle into the indispensable three meals a day.