? After get off work, I went to eat at a noodle shop that I often go to. It has closed and is being renovated into another Chongqing noodle shop. It has only been a week, and the world has really changed too fast... Actually, it turns out that The noodle shop here is not necessarily very delicious, but one night, when a ragged aunt collected the leftover noodles on the table and gave them to her children at the door, the noodle shop owner packed up a bowl of noodles and gave it away. , suddenly warmed up to me who was wandering outside, so I came here often to visit, but did I ever think that I would have to find my late-night restaurant again?
? When she graduated, MM Jiang once joked: You don’t even know how to cook, what will you do when you get a job in the future? I answered with a smile: I was afraid of starving myself to death if I ate a box lunch. I can now tell her confidently, look, my wish has come true! I hurriedly bought breakfast near my work in the morning, ate at the work canteen at noon, and ate from the shop on the street to the end of the street after work in the evening. It was never the same for a week... However, I feel very tired of such days recently, as if it was like clockwork. The little train, if you don't continue to twist it a few times, will run aground somewhere. Suddenly, I miss having a meal at home. I miss the whole family sitting around the dining table, with the hot food smelling like fireworks. I miss my dad who cooks...
? Dad has been working in the kitchen all his life. Many scenes in my memory are in the kitchen, whether it was the stove at the beginning, the coal stove later, or the induction cooker with liquefied gas! Growing up, the question my dad asked me most was what do you want to eat.
? In my memory, he would ask you what you want to eat tomorrow the day before, and he would buy the groceries before going to work the next day, so that I could have hot meals after school. I was still in junior high school at that time. Many times, if you don’t understand such simple questions, you should decide for yourself. I can’t solve many of my homework problems, so don’t bother me. Now that I have grown up, I realize how much he loves you and doesn’t even want to let you be wronged while eating!
When I was in elementary school, there was a time when I really liked eating dumplings, so my dad made them for a week, which finally killed my enthusiasm for dumplings. The most profound scene in my memory is a weekend with heavy snow. I moved the small table facing the door to do my homework. My father was rolling out dumpling wrappers in the kitchen. I looked at the white snowy world outside. My father’s white apron was stained with white flour. With my hands, the steaming pot, I was so sure that I was very happy. ?
? Later, my father was not at home often due to work reasons. He came back maybe once or twice a month, and many times I lived on campus and didn’t go home for a long time, so I could eat the food cooked by my father. There are relatively few opportunities, and most adolescent children find the food cooked by their parents unpalatable. However, when I said in the morning that I didn’t want to have breakfast at home and wanted to go downstairs to buy beef noodles, my father actually bought the beef himself. He made soup base for me and made beef noodles late at night. Unfortunately, the noodles were not as tough as alkaline noodles, but they had more beef. I praised him full of praise, so he would help me cook the noodles every time he came back! And until the first two years when I started working, he would also cook stewed beef for me overnight for me to take to eat, because he was afraid that Cantonese food would be too tasteless. It wasn't until later that I thought it was troublesome to carry luggage on the road and went home without a suitcase that he gave up.
? Every time I go home on vacation, I will call in advance and ask what I want to eat. Do you want chicken soup or lotus root soup? I said stop being busy. I had been running around all day and anything was fine. So when I got home, there was chicken soup and pork ribs soup... I once accidentally mentioned that I missed the fried sweet potato pancakes and sweet potato dumplings at the small stall in front of the school. So my dad bought it from the market for dinner. I said the taste was far worse than before. My dad said it wasn’t as good as my frying. I said I thought the same thing... In the morning, my dad went downstairs and brought a bowl of beef noodles. Said: The noodles here are delicious, you have to queue up, try it! I said yes, but I want to say: the most delicious noodles are the ones you cooked for me before.
? Every time my parents call, have you eaten? What did you eat? Is it delicious? Take good care of your body, Balabala... I say I am a grown-up, but I am still afraid that I will starve myself. Look at my circle of friends, there is no day when I am not posting delicious food, Balabala...
In fact, no matter how good it is, For me, delicious food is just a meal. It can warm the stomach but not the heart. And the most heart-warming meal is in a small kitchen thousands of miles away...