? Nanyue has been a child who loves to eat since she was a child and is very picky about food.

Picky eating does not mean not eating all kinds of ingredients, but the love for the taste of food and being picky. This makes my mother very worried, so she cooks for her in different ways. Faced with such a picky daughter, she said helplessly, you are a gourmet, in the future,

If you can't be a good cook, who else will cook for you?

Whenever this happens, Nanyue just smiles and doesn't speak, but she only picks out her favorite food to eat.

? For Nanyue, food is like a gentle comfort, giving her the warmest companionship and memories on every special day.

And there are always some delicious foods that make her feel warm when she recalls the past years.

Nanyue's first memory of food was when she was very young, when her mother took her to get soy milk from her fourth uncle's tofu shop.

The tofu sold by the fourth uncle is very famous. Nanyue is the youngest child in the family, so she is doted on. Every morning, the fourth uncle will prepare soy milk for Nanyue, so every morning, her mother will take the little Nanyue to

Getting soy milk, the yard was very quiet in the early morning, with rows of soldiers walking past, and the first red sun.

Mother would take Nanyue and tell her stories one after another, as well as the unknown fragrant flowers blooming on the roadside.

My uncle's tofu shop is filled with the fragrance of beans. Use a funnel to pour the beans into the empty bottles prepared in advance. They are soft yellow and have a thick layer of bean skins. The aroma is spread all over the place. My mother always puts the bean skins first.

Nanyue tasted a little, and it was so fragrant. Nanyue always opened her mouth early and waited. At that moment, she was happy and happy. Later, Nanyue drank a lot of soy milk, but she could never find the mellow fragrance at that time.

That is the full love of my fourth uncle, and it is the warm hands of my mother every morning.

?Pork ribs, Nanyue’s favorite thing to eat is sweet and sour pork ribs, because very early on, Nanyue secretly liked a boy. When they were both very young, at a boy’s birthday party, his mother made it

A dish of sweet and sour pork ribs. Nan Yue will never forget the taste. It is very fragrant and delicious. More importantly, the boy said that I like the sweet and sour pork ribs made by my mother the most, so Nan Yue deeply remembers the taste.

, she thought that one day, when they grew up, she would feed him and feed him every day, but it took too long to grow up, and it turned out that this is how far away they are.

When they really grew up, Nanyue finally made such a meal of sweet and sour pork ribs one day, but she couldn't find the boy who liked to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, so she could only make it for each of them with this regret.

For those who like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs.

In 2003, Nanyue was in junior high school. In a Chinese class, she read an article called "Winter" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing. There was a very classic sentence in it: "" Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu.

It is a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot) boiled tofu, piping hot.

The water is rolling, like many fish eyes, with small pieces of tofu inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out.

The pot was on a "foreign stove" (a stove without kerosene), and the stove and the stove were both smoked black, making the tofu even more white.

It was night, and the house was old. Even though the "foreign lanterns" were lit, it was still dark.

Sitting around the table were my father and our three brothers.

The "yang stove" was too high, and my father often had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, squinting his eyes, put his chopsticks in the hot air, pick up the tofu, and put them one by one on our soy sauce dishes.

We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, so we still enjoy the benefits.

This is not eating, just playing.

Father said it was cold at night and everyone would be warmer after eating.

We all like this kind of white water tofu; as soon as it is served on the table, we look eagerly at the pot, waiting for the heat, and waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.

"What a slanderous statement that is. That year, Nan Yue just moved into school. In an era when food was extremely scarce and extremely greedy, having such a piece of white water tofu was such a warm thought. Besides, the weather was so...

It's cold, but the tofu is so hot. After class that day, Nanyue looked for a lot of tofu in the cafeteria, but she couldn't find the warm tofu taste in the book. Maybe it was because the cafeteria didn't have the smell of family reunion in the book among the big pot rice.

Taste. In fact, food is still a pursuit for Nanyue. Her father is from Shanxi and likes to eat noodles, but later he served as a soldier and came to the north. Nanyue is a child who grew up completely in the north, but his living habits are exactly the same as those of his father.

, likes to eat sour food and noodles. Her father’s stewed beans and noodles have always been her favorite, and she often telepathically thinks about whether Nanyue will eat noodles today.

The braised beans and noodles you want to eat are on the table. This is a very labor-intensive noodle. You need to master the texture of the noodles, not too soft or too hard. After making it, you will use a noodle pressing machine to press it into a consistent thickness.

Noodles, then stir-fry the beans and meat together, and then simmer the noodles and beans together. My father is sweating profusely every time he makes it, but he knows that his precious daughter likes to eat it, so he takes the trouble to make it for her.

Nanyue eats a lot of it every time. That noodle dish is a favorite between father and daughter.