Life without a feast is like a long road without a hotel.
Three meals of tea and rice, four seasons of clothes, together create a place called home, people get together because of delicious food, people stay at home, fireworks and fireworks, and the taste of the year lasts forever.
Afterwards, I brushed my clothes and left, hiding my fame, caring for each other and forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes. Everyone who makes and enjoys food has experienced the night rain in the rivers and lakes and is looking forward to the spring breeze of peaches and plums all over the world.
Whether you are in a busy downtown or in a rural alley, the taste of the world flows on the square dining table and is intertwined with people's warmth and coldness.
How many people wander around the world, how many people cling to the past.
All courage and strength, as well as long commitment, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, eventually become a thousand flavors.
The fire of the flood years is annihilated, and the great changes of the times are calm. In the end, they are all projected on food without trace and become our ordinary three meals a day. Everyone who has tasted it carefully will have a feeling and endless aftertaste.
Only after experiencing the trough and all kinds of disappointments can we know that simplicity and plainness at our fingertips are so precious.
The joys and sorrows of life are as sweet as the bitterness and bitterness in Glory. As time goes by, only the smell floating in the air still lingers, making the past vivid.
We take you across the mountains and seas, accidentally take root, the dishes are ever-changing, turn into the world of mortals, cross the spice track, rain several times in the rivers and lakes, and lights are everywhere. In this wonderful flavor journey, you brought laughter, which I was fortunate to get.
Surprise always comes unexpectedly, and fearless people enjoy it. Wherever they go, they are hometown.
Those landscapes, past years and memories converge into one name, which we call taste.
Food is the best reason to meet, the taste is full of satisfaction, there are stories in the wine, and there are you and me in the story.
For passers-by, the ocean is always tolerant and silent. Let bygones be bygones and ask where to go.
Life is always full of storms, but people are always willing to give their confidence to tomorrow.
Time always makes life lost and closed.
People believe in the wind, work hard and cultivate children's memories and future scenery.