When I returned to my hometown a few years ago, my uncle retired and quietly became an old janitor. In the busy duty room, my uncle spread out a small square table, lit a kerosene stove and arranged a few side dishes to accompany me to drink. I always remember this meal clearly. Buy some green peppers for 30 cents, pour boiling oil and add some soy sauce to make a tiger skin pepper; Two preserved eggs are sixty cents, and a piece of white tofu is twenty cents. The sesame oil is preserved eggs mixed with tofu. Take out a few pieces of pickles from the small jar under the table and shred them, then cut off a few pieces of old bacon hanging on the windowsill and fry it into bacon; Finally, fry a few peanuts, take out a bottle of four-dollar "Erguotou" from the cupboard and have a leisurely and sumptuous dinner. Adding wine, the cost of this meal is only eight yuan, but my uncle enjoyed a wonderful evening while chewing slowly. Maybe he may not have a chance to know what abalone tastes like in his life, but it is enough for me to reflect on myself.

Eating food is also a virtue, full of awe of life and nature, and experiencing life.

Mr. Cai Lan once told me one thing when chatting with me: A big boss in the Pearl River Delta invited Mr. Cai to dinner, and he was extremely luxurious and cruel. After a full meal, the big boss specially invited the guests to evaluate this banquet worth178,000 yuan. Mr. Cai had to thank each other for their hospitality in person, but privately he shook his head and sighed, "This gentleman has been eating like this and has done too much evil. He must prevent retribution in the future."

For me, food is still a kind of earthly salvation, which makes me happy.

When I was a young artist, I somehow thought that life was just waiting for death in anxiety and hardship, and the short gap between life and death was so insignificant. This ideological chain made me depressed until one day when I was boring to chew white rice in the university dormitory, I suddenly tasted the sweetness of rice. Remembering that Gandhi, the most famous ascetic monk in India, said that human beings are just salt grains scattered on the earth, I couldn't help but have an epiphany of "suddenly meeting the big light" in the Iranian film "The Taste of Cherry", and my heart was full of joy.

As a way for me to read and experience myself, food is my self-realization. Over the years, I have been getting to know some "salt grains" that I read carefully, but they keep singing, waving or walking, and I am chewing, that's all, but I already think sunny days are particularly beautiful.

Because of the convenience of work, I can taste more and better food, and I meet all kinds of professionals who are obsessed with taste. These experiences can be said to be valuable or worthless. How to work hard for the things that are used for happiness?