In my family, almost every noon is the most solemn moment of the day. I cook a big table of vegetarian dishes at noon every day.

because the whole family is at home at noon. Lunch in a day, although busy, is the most abundant time of my day.

The kitchen is the battlefield. In my site, I face a wide variety of fruits, vegetables and meat every day. In my collocation, I change the pattern and create a table of delicious food for my family.

when I come together every morning, I have to think about it and think hard about what to cook at noon every day. And try to keep the food the same.

when I look at the ingredients in the refrigerator, I will give full play to my whimsy and often create some recipes to satisfy my picky taste buds.

Sometimes the higher your cooking skill is, the higher their requirements are. Their taste buds are bottomless, and I am constantly innovating on the road of exploration. The improvement of cooking skills can't keep up with the picky taste buds. People can't get used to it, and the taste buds are the same. The more you get used to it, the more tricky it becomes.

because of their fastidiousness and sharp mouth, they have turned me into a beautiful chef in a circle of friends and turned them into picky gourmets. In my circle of friends, I have a nickname (Mei Chef Niang), which is a nickname given to me by my friends. While playing music with pots and pans, I write fireworks in words.

My bookshelf is full of books for cooking and all kinds of books I read. In the love of these two, life is flourishing.

Although sometimes innovation will fail and they call it dark cooking, I'm still on the road of creating my own.

every day after dinner, I am also very pleased to see the cups and plates on the plate in a mess. The more empty the plate is, the more affirmation I have for my cooking, which drives my enthusiasm for cooking renovation. My friends often ask me, "What else am I afraid to do? As long as it is edible ingredients, I dare to practice! "

As a housewife, the kitchen is the battlefield. Except for sleeping time, it is the longest time in the kitchen. I feel like a general in kitchen and bathroom, commanding thousands of ingredients.

even my daughters complain that I carefully feed the extra meat on them. Because the kitchen is my battlefield every day. When I go to the battlefield, I have to be brave and resourceful. I am like a general, directing the meat and vegetables in the refrigerator for my use.

Now I have another nickname, and my child named me "the pig-killing woman warrior". Some time ago, my husband brought back half a pig, which can have more than 1 kilograms of local pork, and the fat can be more than a foot thick. My husband took it back and went out. Let me divide this and put it in the refrigerator. He will never question my ability in this respect. Children look at it and feel that the project is huge, and they are afraid that I can't do it well.

It's not difficult. My husband often brings back the whole slaughtered sheep, but in the end, I dismember it and put it in a bag. Not only can I divide it, but I can also eat my stewed mutton soup at night. I don't even dare to kill live fish. As long as people kill them well, I can use my skills to make them delicious on the table. It seems that I, a housewife, not only display my cooking skills at any time, but also display my toughness.

The kitchen is a world where I can display my fireworks vividly, so that rice, oil and salt can collide with other sparks.

Although my flesh protested, the abundant food made them have nowhere to escape, but their protest was invalid. It was the supreme honor for me to let my family eat my delicious food. When I'm full, I'll die with them.

On the battlefield of the kitchen, I can dance my days with pots and pans with ease.

rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, three-foot stove, I dominate.

stir-fry fireworks with a spoon, and let me sprinkle sugar and salt.

killing pigs and sheep is tough, and it is lively and fragrant.

I sent a message full of tender feelings in the text, with one hand full of fragrance and the other strong, and I used my plain hand to adjust the fireworks in the room. Take care of the fireworks at home. Although life is neither salty nor light, I think it is good to suit my taste. Although it's simple and ridiculous, at least I can use something that I can eat and fill.

Life is full of flavors. You can taste life in three simple meals a day, and you can also taste the delicious food on earth in a simple meal.

What is a successful life? My life is that I can successfully cook delicious food and live my life with my favorite tastes.

(Qi Fanqi's annual brand IP special training camp in September) The 56th article has 1298 words, with a total of 95797 words.