For a person who doesn't cook or cook, this topic seems to have a sense of blankness.

Yesterday, a friend said that it seems difficult for people who don’t cook to judge what is delicious and what is not delicious about a dish.

Indeed.

I have always just eaten, or simply enjoyed.

Eat what tastes good, don’t eat what doesn’t taste good.

I never bothered to taste it.

My dad is very good at cooking because he is a cook.

According to him, in the army, the chiefs all loved to eat his cooking.

My dad often makes fresh dishes that other kids can’t eat.

I won’t talk about snacks such as steamed buns and dumplings. Although we are not in the north, our family often has a variety of pasta snacks.

There was a time when I was particularly obsessed with shredded pork noodles. Maybe it was when I was growing taller. After eating three meals a day, I often asked my dad to give me extra meals.

And it doesn’t change every time.

Dad always says very proudly, "Daughter, just tell me what you want to eat, and Dad can make it for you!" Then I happily came up with the words "green pepper shredded pork noodles"!

No matter how many times I eat it, I always think it is the most delicious snack.

My father's procedure for making shredded pork noodles is different from my mother's. Instead of boiling water and adding noodles, the shredded pork and noodles are cooked at the same time, and for a long time.

Dad always stir-fries the shredded green pepper and pork, which is hot and fragrant. He then puts it aside, then boils the water in the pot, puts the noodles in the pot and cooks for a while, then takes them out, and then mixes them with the freshly fried green pepper and pork.

When the silk is mixed like this, it is particularly delicious. I always praise Lao He.

I don’t know if it’s because of “jealousy” or “dislike”, but my mother always questions me and says, “The noodles your dad cooked are not yet cooked, so you are stupid and still like to eat them so much!” I just don’t like eating mushy noodles, so

I think the noodles made by my father are delicious and chewy.

After I got to college, I no longer had this blessing.

Even the main meals are messed up casually every day, and I eat more snacks than rice.

After that, I started working and getting married without my parents, so I gradually got away from that infatuated "extra meal".

Sometimes when I go back to my hometown or when my parents come to my little home, I occasionally ask my dad to make this noodles again.

Dad is always overjoyed because he has a sense of presence. "My daughter loves to eat the food I cook." "How is it? It tastes so good?!" I basically nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "Yeah

Well, it’s so delicious! How awesome!” and gave a thumbs up.

In fact, even if my father's cooking skills have not changed, my taste may have changed too much, and I will never be able to get back to the way I used to be, where I could happily hum a tune and tap my feet cheerfully while eating.

Feel.

The feeling of never getting tired of eating has also faded, and I don’t take the initiative to ask my father for “extra meals”.

Three meals a day, home-cooked meals, eaten naturally.

When I'm in a good mood, the food tastes good. When I'm busy and have no appetite, I just take a few bites.

No matter how delicious or popular the delicacies are out there, I still want to try them, instead of just giving up after eating them frequently until I get tired of them like when I was a kid.

Maybe at that time, my parents could always give me something that other children of the same age didn't have, or as long as conditions allowed, I was always satisfied with food, and it was high-quality satisfaction.

Maybe because of this, I have a strong sense of superiority and a very good appetite!

Although we no longer have to worry about food and clothing in the 1980s, there are not many families around me who can be "rich" in terms of food in addition to a normal diet.