For me, it must be my mother's cooking that moved me. As the saying goes, a nest of gold and silver is not as good as one's own. Even if the food outside is delicious, he just stays in the delicious stage, without the taste in memory and the familiar taste-the taste of home.

It can be said that from babbling children to adults who can take responsibility alone, everyone eats the most at this stage.

Shredded potatoes with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, flower shells, stewed mushrooms with diced chicken, fish with Chinese sauerkraut, jiaozi with Chinese sauerkraut, and fried leaves with leeks.

These are common home-cooked dishes and my mother's specialty. I will never get tired of them. Sometimes when I come home from work for a long time, I can eat my mother's cooking, which will make me feel very happy and satisfied.