The circle of friends has always been a place full of talents. As a person who has a soft spot for food, my circle of friends naturally has a group of lonely and brilliant "gourmets".

Personally, I think I'm a classic representative of "gourmets" in my circle of friends. Somehow, I always think that food has a special power, which brings different effects to people in different occasions and time periods.

in the next semester of grade three, the study is the most arduous. My family rented a house near the school so that I could have a good rest. On the same day as usual, I threw my schoolbag on the chair, made a muffled sound, moved my shoulder blades, which were almost numb with acid, and then resigned myself to sit down and finish my homework. During that time, my dinner time was put after my homework was finished, mostly when my parents were already asleep. I didn't want to bother them any more, so I developed the habit of cooking something for myself for a long time.

I opened the refrigerator door, and the small orange light turned those quiet ingredients into warm sun colors, as if they still felt so warm after eating them in my stomach. I picked two eggs, a handful of shallots and coriander, and two chicken-dried vegetables, and then a little dried powder came out of the cupboard. I felt particularly tired and I was going to make the simplest dried powder. When the pan is cooked, heat it, then pour the oil and fry the eggs. When the water boils on the other side, the powder will dry down. Finally, the soup will be scalded, and the chopped green onion and parsley will be sprinkled while it is hot.

The dried vermicelli was picked by my grandmother in my hometown, and the old man's eyes are still accurate. The dried powder is fine and tough, and the cooked noodle soup is mellow, so the fragrance of the little oil flowers on the eggs only increases. It is the simplest color matching and side dishes. I still solved this meal in a few times by smelling the fragrance of parsley and eggs.

After eating some things, I drank the noodle soup. I feel that my previous sense of fatigue has disappeared a lot, and I feel comfortable and my heart has broadened a lot. With the satisfaction of my appetite, my heart is full of fulfillment. I burped contentedly and went to wash and sleep, which made me feel particularly safe.

I think of K who is similar to or better than me. K is a solid southern girl, and her gestures are warm and gentle. A girl who is used to seeing the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has been admitted to Beijing, which is full of land and gold, and is likely to become a young drifter in the north in the future.

During that time, when chatting with her, she regarded me as an old friend and often complained to me jokingly. After a while, she often sent me the delicious food she cooked in a small apartment, and sometimes talked about her homesickness and the hardships of taking professional classes. I really can't understand it. When I was afraid of her, shattered glass flipped through her circle of friends.

It was autumn, but it was like winter. She sent out a drawer of steamed crabs and half a bottle of osmanthus to make wine, accompanied by a paragraph: I often smell the wet and cold wind in the south, but it is rare when I come to the north. Today, I leaned my head against the window and vaguely smelled my hometown. I am relieved at the moment. This girl reads much more than I do. That drawer of crabs and half a pot of osmanthus wine is enough to comfort her. I can imagine a girl with shoulder-length hair whose cheeks are reddish because of drinking a little wine. She leans her head against the window, letting the wind blow her bangs over her cheeks, and she keeps peeling off a crab's foot and stuffing it into her mouth.

This kind of life is like osmanthus wine-making. Even though it is slightly bitter, it is sweet and mellow, and has the power to make you smile.

And more other "gourmets" in the circle of friends are lovely and interesting lives. They not only send out a few dishes and delicious food, but also bask in their craft, which is the emotion behind them-a smile to life. Label: Gourmet friend