Looking for a way out of trouble, my stomach is growling. There is not a small shop selling food around, and it looks unsanitary. More importantly, it has lost the strength to go out. I suddenly thought of an idea-cooking by myself!

All right, let's do it! So I bought grain, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, rice, noodles and kitchen utensils. Cut, stir-fry, cook, cook ... the food is not eaten, the nose is fragrant, and the heart is full of love.

Cooking is like meditation, and the birth of every food is a confirmation of magical creation. If your heart is peaceful and savvy, when your heart collides with the grain naturally, you will certainly hear the sound of nature.

I like the sound of boiling water, just like a naughty pony running; I am obsessed with the steaming heat in the kitchen, just like the old chimney in my hometown smoking in my memory; I like the crisp sound of kitchen utensils rubbing, just like Mozart's sonata.

Every cooking movement is skillful and elegant, just like a ballet dancer's precise dance steps; Every meal just cooked is like a newborn baby, calling me to hug happily; Every time you swallow delicious food and throw it into it, it's like pouring out gratitude to God.

Make it yourself, and it will be fine if you are full. The cure is not difficult at all: a kitchen, a pair of skillful hands and a heart. That's enough.

The specific method is as follows: pour distress into noodles, add water and knead into long wheat fragrance; Add onion and blame yourself, wrap jiaozi, pour it into a boiling pot and turn it into a stable happiness; Pour indifference into a frying pan and bake it repeatedly in a fire of several hundred degrees Celsius to turn it into warm comfort; Mix disappointment into the egg and cook it quietly until it becomes a mature hope.

Eating my own cooking reminds me of my mother's kitchen.

The lights are dim and the fragrance is overflowing. At that moment, you saw your heart and learned to care and understand what goes around comes around. That kind of selfless warmth broke through the boundaries of time and space, shuttled between chopsticks and filled my heart. It turns out that you are a world. Mom and dad are also a world. When we are together, it is a universe. Later, years changed our appearance, and the distance made us want to wear it. A feast of love is a red line connecting the three realms.

When the word goose returns, the kitchen is full of love. Taoxiang is my mother's stupid call, an endless index on my way home, and a lifelong attachment of a wanderer.

Self-sufficient happiness is better than countless in the world.

Dear you, it is difficult for anyone in this world to tell you how to go, when to stop, who to love, who to stay, what to refuse and what to forget ... The world is so vast that people will inevitably be blown away by rain and wind. Perhaps, friends will betray, love cannot be relied on, dreams cannot be realized, and even breathing fresh air is a luxury. However, your food will never disappoint you.

Since injury deprivation is inevitable and negative energy is everywhere, it is better to slowly fix your stomach, straighten your heart a little and embark on a journey of self-healing. From now on, cook by yourself: boil water, cook, cook, as follows ... As my mother, cooking for the whole family, it is ordinary, elegant and busy. You just need to savor it with your heart and let yesterday reappear in the frying.

I can't bear to rush, hate regret, avoid complicated entanglement, hate being rude to life, and don't ruin myself. The reason is simple: only when you are happy will this noisy world smile.

Feed your stomach first, and then your stomach will comfort your heart, because they are good neighbors.

You don't have to wait for the world to become perfect, for love to come, for pressure to bend your bones, and for your soul to become cold and dry. You can make your stomach full and your heart peaceful and warm first. Then bravely step into the wind and calmly resist the cold of the whole winter.

Cooking is better than not cooking, and cooking is better than cooking. Be kind to yourself and your family, and then cook a delicious meal for them with deep love. This is the simplest and fastest happiness in the world.

I just want a hot meal and a warm heart. May only wish: pots and pans, clouds and steaming hoods, enjoy this moment and be at ease.

Warm heart, where is home, where is childhood.