"Roasted Pork with Dried Bean Pods."

That time I had a severe cold and fever and was hospitalized for three days. Nothing I ate tasted good for a week, but only after my grandma made me special roasted pork with dried bean pods did I regain my appetite.

After that serious illness, I felt that eating that dish made my body recover quickly.

She would make sweet potatoes for me to eat.

But every time I feel like I don’t control the heat well, either the sweet potatoes are too fried or the sugar is a bit bitter.

For a long time, I thought that sweet potatoes should be dark red and black in color, with a sweet and bitter taste.

In order to stew soup for us, I was young and ignorant at the time, and thought that the meat from chickens was more delicious than the chickens stewed by my grandma, which made my grandma very sad. Later, my grandma also raised chickens with tender meat, in order to satisfy our needs.

To satisfy my appetite, I learned how to crisp up fried chicken. Seeing us eating happily, my grandma also showed satisfaction on her face.

Materials were scarce, so my grandma cooked all the flying sparrows and leaping grasshoppers for us to eat.

After experiencing the Tangshan Earthquake, life got better afterwards. My grandma’s cooking skills were as good as a fish in water. She was a master at making pancakes, which were crispy, soft, and translucent in layers.

There are also elbows, boiled with sugar, stewed and served, and my uncle's sister.

The dish that is particularly fresh in my memory is the pork belly made by my grandma. It is boiled and cut into slices, and eaten with chive flowers. It is really delicious. After more than 40 years, I still think of that taste, but I can never eat it again.

It tasted like that time... Fry the fish over low heat until golden brown, add the chili and sour bamboo shoots at the same time until cooked, pour in the golden fish and stir-fry over medium heat until the flavor is infused. At this time, grandma used a spatula to scoop up a little vegetable juice.

Frowning her brows, squinting her eyes, squinting her mouth, she took a sip of vegetable juice to taste the saltiness. The image of grandma's actions was very funny. Our son-in-law here would have to carry a basket for the mother-in-law.

My hard-working father assigned this glorious task to me for the sake of hard work.

To be honest, I'd love to go too.

Every time my grandma would entertain me with delicious food, those delicacies would always arouse my greed.