Unlike mother, father cares about our food, clothing, housing and transportation, and tells us everything.

Fathers are more like mothers. They love each other a little, except that they don't like to talk and express themselves well.

My father is my male god

According to my mother, when my father was young, his appearance was very similar to that of a handsome young man named "Bao 'erke Chajin". A small white shirt with trendy brand and a big trench coat with foreign flavor easily took away my mother's not so girly heart.

since I was a child, I thought my dad was handsome with a little humor and cuteness. Especially every time I cook, I will suddenly come out in the middle of it, singing his title song "Grandma's Penghu Bay", stuffing me with freshly fried meat or taking a basin of washed fruit. For me, who is struggling with hunger, it is that the god of heaven has given me food, and my eyes are full of stars. From then on, I feel that the image of men cooking is particularly beautiful.

so, yes, that's right, my family is my father who cooks.

The history of male gods' cooking practice

Because my father is particular about eating and likes to study cooking, he almost took care of my breakfast and dinner at home. Breakfast is not the same every day, egg soup with rolls, mutton soup with sesame sauce cake, fried rice with seaweed soup, raw noodles with mutton soup, and so on. Until now, I still feel that if I eat one thing for two days in a row in the morning, it is a bad treatment for myself.

As for dinner, he often cooks 3-4 stir-fried dishes, which are well-prepared and full of surprises. The surprise is: Dad is good at turning the delicious food he ate outside into something he can eat at home.

Take braised prawns as an example. He found out that I love ketchup, so he stole this song in other people's restaurants. Now it has become a must-have dish every time I go home.

There is also fried and roasted squid, which is also a roadside food he found in Dalian. After he came back, he tried it two or three times and succeeded. As a result, this dish became my mother's favorite.

There are also big pig's trotters. My grandfather and I both like to chew pig's trotters, but the old people's teeth are not good and the children's teeth are not full, so my father studied the method of stewing pig's trotters soft, elastic and tasty, which solved the problem of our old and young being greedy.

It's hard to say what other men cook for. However, my father, the male god, is willing to cook and exercise himself as a kitchen, just to let his family eat better things and get more fun.