Wang Zengqi: Food everywhere, but a bowl of human fireworks. The first time I learned about Wang Zengqi was in a junior high school textbook.

There is an article "Gaoyou Salted Duck Eggs" written by Mr. Wang.

There is a paragraph in it: "I am not very happy when strangers praise Gaoyou duck eggs, as if duck eggs are produced in our poor place! But the salted duck eggs in Gaoyou are indeed good. I travel to many places and eat a lot of duck eggs.

Yes, but it is completely incomparable to the ones in my hometown! I really can't stand the salty duck eggs in other places." I thought to myself, this old man is a little too narcissistic.

The young man is ignorant and does not know the master.

The second time we met, it was in a bookstore and I bought a few books, including "A Generation of Ancients" by Wang Lao. It seems that people and books and people also depend on fate. Some books may coincide with you, and some may coincide with you.

The person may be someone you should have known each other.

After reading it again, I felt that this old man was quite talented at a young age and was deeply loved by his elders and teachers.

But he is also carefree, very uninhibited, and loves to eat.

I have a deep understanding of my love for food. After reading a book, I can’t stop eating almost every chapter.

This is what I like. Mr. Wang's writing about food is excellent, the writing is simple, and sometimes the whole text is in vernacular, but it just draws away my soul and makes me more and more curious about this old man.

After being fascinated, I kept encountering Mr. Wang and read more of his books, such as "The Passing Water", "Deepness of the Lone Pupu", "Human Vegetation", "Traveling Essays", "A Collection of Short Papers" and so on.

The deeper I go, the more fascinated I become by this old man.

From then on, it was out of control.

Food bloggers have many evaluations of Mr. Wang. People call him a lyrical humanitarian, the last pure literati in China, and the last scholar-official in China.

This shows Mr. Wang’s status.

Some people also call him a famous "food blogger" in modern times.

It can be seen that Mr. Wang’s food is deeply rooted in people’s hearts.

I think Mr. Wang would probably like the title of food blogger. When it comes to eating, he is like a picky eater.

Mr. Wang went abroad to participate in international writing activities.

Wrote a letter to his family: "Yesterday I fried fish-flavored shredded pork for the international students. American pork and chicken are cheap, but not fragrant, and the vegetables are fat and white with little flavor. Chinese cabbage is not cooked well. Fish is more expensive." Mr. Wang

He is a good cook and loves to cook for others. He once said that people who are willing to cook for others are less selfish.

After reading this, I thought again, this old man is really narcissistic.

"I ordered dinner from the Yangcheng Restaurant, a Chinese restaurant here, but it was not delicious at all. It had no Chinese flavor at all. I couldn't swallow it, so I cooked a bowl of noodles when I came back. American food (even if it is made by a Chinese restaurant)

It tastes unimaginable. "This old man is so cute when he complains about American food.

"I want to eat hot-boiled mutton when I come back. I had roast duck in Chicago, but it was not tasty. The sweet noodle sauce was as sweet as jam, and the green onions were old and tasteless. I heard that a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant opened in Beijing. The fried chicken is delicious, but it is sold too much in Beijing.

It’s expensive, 15 yuan per serving. It’s cheaper in the United States, just over a dollar, and it’s two big pieces.” In the United States, I still crave it.

In his "ordinary" life, Mr. Wang sees the world through delicious food, but I see Mr. Wang through delicious food.

Wang Lao never instills ideas in his words. His words are simple, just like an old man chatting with the people around him when he is enjoying the cool air, talking about trivial matters at home, various aspects of life, daily necessities, and daily necessities.

"The outside world is wonderful, but my world is ordinary." Mr. Wang's life was not ordinary. He experienced war and went to the Southwest Associated University to study, where he met his teacher, Shen Congwen. It was also there that he began to write.

; After experiencing the Cultural Revolution, he was sent to the Potato Research Station in Guyuan to draw a set of potato diagrams. Mr. Wang was also very good at painting, but unfortunately the drawings were destroyed during the "Cultural Revolution"; he also had a brilliant time, participating in the Peking Opera "Shajiabang"

"" made contributions to the revision and processing, and was invited to climb the Tiananmen Gate Tower. Speaking of which, Mr. Wang is also a good actor.

Wang Lao wrote in "Plants and Plants of the World": "Gardenias are thick and big, and they are so fragrant that they can't be brushed away. So elegant people don't take them because they think their character is not high. Gardenias said: "Fuck you.

I just want to smell like this, and it makes me happy. Do you fucking care?

"" It turns out that Mr. Wang is also such an impudent person.

I just want to make gardenias, which are so fragrant.

Food everywhere is just a bowl of human fireworks.

Mr. Wang has been talking about delicious food all his life, and finally sees that the world is just a bowl of human fireworks.

Wang Zengqi died at 10:30 a.m. on May 16, 1997 due to ineffective treatment. He was 77 years old.

The last scholar-bureaucrat in China is gone.