In fact, for me, my tastes have been changing since I was a child.

When I was a child, I was very picky about food. Sometimes my parents would follow me with their rice bowls. Naturally, I was thin and small. I can’t remember what I liked to eat at that time. The only thing I remember is that every time

When I had a fever or cold, my grandma would make me stir-fried minced pork with red porridge and a bowl of rice porridge. After eating it and taking a nap, I would be almost fine again.

When I was older, I went to elementary school and played with children of the same age. Everyone liked to eat spicy strips. If I ate too much of that, I couldn’t eat anymore, so I was very weak at that time.

After I entered junior high school, I started to eat more. I still remember that during school lunch, we would specially prepare rice bowl, which is an iron plate with a layer of rice on the bottom and three vegetables on top, namely shredded potatoes, roasted eggplant, and carrots.

For me, a picky eater since childhood, I don’t know why my index finger moves. The most interesting thing is that the rice bowl is limited, so every time when the last class in the morning is over, several classmates and I will run

On the way to the cafeteria.

It wasn't in vain, it grew very fast during that time, which can be regarded as a reward for running away at the risk of my life.

When I went to high school, the school cafeteria was really terrible? So the memories of food can only be at home. Maybe it was because I was tired from studying, growing in weight or something else. At that stage, my desire for meat surprised me even now.

, for example, I can eat a roast chicken, a big bowl of rice, and a big bowl of bone soup by myself.

When making hot pot, eat two pounds of meat first.

I feel very satisfied every time I finish eating. Maybe at that time, food was just a belly full of meat for me.

By the time I graduated from high school, I had become a fat man weighing almost 180 pounds.

When I entered college, everything changed. I started to train physically. I just started running 3 kilometers, and now I run 5 kilometers.

As a 180-pound fat man, what should I do?

I can only control my diet, so I eat less. When I was a freshman or sophomore in college, I still ate pork. Now I even eat less pork. If I eat meat, it is chicken and beef. A person can eat as much as he wants in his life.

It’s a given, you’ll find out later if you eat more or less.

But I still like to eat at a hot pot restaurant not far from my house. I sit in front of the copper pot, hungry, watching the steam rising up. When the water boils, I immediately put the meat into the pot and rinse it for a few times.

, turned from red to light brown, pick it up and dip it in the sesame sauce, put it in your mouth, chew slowly and feel the unique thick texture of the hand-cut mutton, the delicious taste of the sauce and mutton spreads along your tongue and into your brain

Deep down, a warm current surges into your stomach. It’s so comfortable, I can eat a big plate!

The next step is to go to a barbecue, call your roommates, order beef and mutton, add a plate of clams, a few oysters, drink some beer, brag, talk about interesting things, and from time to time a national event will pop up, and then talk

Whose scandal are you talking about?

Several empty wine bottles, signs scattered on the table, people slumped on chairs and drunkenness in the air.

I am about to graduate, and I may be assigned to travel across the country, and maybe I will fall in love with the food in that place, but what I can’t forget is the little bits and pieces of my life in my hometown, whether it’s the red meat mint in the snow when I was a kid or the Gai Po in junior high school.

Rice or hot pot, these are my memories. When I think of these foods, I will fall into the beauty of the past, and the corners of my mouth will inadvertently rise.

Those people and things are all wealth and food culture. Everyone’s experience is different, but they are all the taste of hometown. Just one bite can make people fall into the vortex of memories. The lips and teeth are actually the childhood we can’t go back to.

and youth.