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From a foreign land to my hometown, this dish contains the most delicious taste in the world.
China people are good at using food to shorten the distance between their hometown and their hometown. The taste in memory rubs those warm and delicate loves into the taste and permeates the genes. People always hide their bitterness in their hearts and turn happiness into food, which is presented on the dining table of the four seasons. A wisp of smoke from the kitchen stove floated up and took us back to the place we called home from the colorful military camp.

Chinese dumpling

32 137 Troop Pei Yifan

Northerners seem to have a special liking for jiaozi, and it is a childhood memory of every northern child to eat jiaozi on holidays and major events.

When I am away from home, I always buy various brands of quick-frozen dumplings, which is convenient for one thing and satisfying the other, but they are not the taste of jiaozi in my mind.

Every time I get home for the first meal, there will be a plate of hot cucumber stuffing jiaozi, which will bite down. The stuffing inside will flow out with broth mixed with a little bit of fragrance. Take a sip of soup first and then dip it in vinegar. That tastes right.

Mama brand jiaozi has a special sense of ceremony. From skin to stuffing, washing, cutting and chopping bags must be done by the whole family, with a clear division of labor, and no one can be lazy.

My mother never told me why her jiaozi is so delicious, but before leaving home, the voice of "eat one, eat one more" always echoes in my ears for a long time. She has wrapped all her thoughts and blessings to me in this jiaozi with thin skin and big stuffing. I know that when I finish this bowl of jiaozi, I will pack my bags again and continue to embark on a new journey.

braised pork ribs

32 133 Troop Shan Xinxin

I remember that every time I call my mother, the last sentence is always "Mom will make you ribs when you come back!"

Ever since I went to school abroad, my favorite braised pork ribs will definitely be on the dinner table every time I go home. In my junior year, I chose to join the army with a pen. When I left, the last sentence my mother said to me was still "When you come back, my mother will make you ribs to eat!" Tears in the corner of my eyes made me look at my mother and never look back.

This year is the third year of my enlistment. Whenever braised pork ribs appear on the dining table, I will feel my mother beside me, giving me great strength, and the fatigue of the day will be swept away. Comrades say that I am obsessed with this dish, and I always smile and say nothing, because I know that this dish not only represents my thoughts, but also my mother's love.

Hot soup noodles

9 17 15 Troop An Luyi

In my impression, unlike my mother's strictness, whenever I encounter setbacks, my father will comfort me for the first time. Especially when my exam results were not satisfactory and I cried after being taught by my mother, he would always say, "Son, failure is the mother of success. Let's continue to work hard next time. Are you hungry? Make you a bowl of hot soup noodles. "

My father learned his craft from the army. He used to be a cook in the army. When I was in the army, my father was a very strong person. He often said, "Whatever you do, do your best." To this end, my father often uses his rest time to work overtime to hone his cooking skills and study new dishes.

Of course, his specialty is hot noodle soup. Every time a face is served, each of the comrades will eat a big bowl. After graduating from high school, I decided to join the army. My father supported me very much. He said happily, "Son, joining the army and serving the country is the right choice for a man. I believe you can do it." After listening to my father's words, I solemnly promised my father that I must be a good soldier. With a heavy bag on my back, I set foot on the train leaving my hometown. Before I left, I had some regrets that I couldn't eat a hot noodle soup made by my father before I left.

When I first arrived at the military camp, the most memorable thing was the bowl of noodles I received from the squad leader on the night I entered the camp. The cold was swept away by the hot air. In a trance, I saw my father's loving appearance again.

Boiled Fish with Pickled Cabbage and Chili

9 17 15 Troop Chen Ziyuan

My hometown is in a small county town in Zhejiang, which is close to the mountains and the sea. It is said that relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water, in my hometown, as soon as the fishing ban has passed, countless fishermen will sail into the sea and capture the fat beauty of autumn from boat to boat.

Because everyone in my family likes to eat fish, there is always a variety of fish on my dining table. It is precisely for this reason that my hometown in memory is not only gentle with the soft words of Wu Nong, but also full of delicious fish.

I remember when I was a child, watching her cook after my mother was one of my favorite activities. My mother is a good cook, steaming, braising and frying are not to mention, and the best one is fish with Chinese sauerkraut.

The flame rolling and jumping under the big stove licked the bottom of the pot, and soon the oil in the pot began to emit slightly white smoke. Mother gently put the cleaned fish into the pot. In front of the stove, I stared at the heavy iron pot and listened to it sizzling. The busy mother was beaded with fine sweat on her forehead, but her face was full of smiles.

Before moving chopsticks, my mother always likes to put the swim bladder in my bowl first and gently say, "This is the best piece, chewy and without thorns." This is a mother's love for young children. Since then, I have had a "hobby" of eating swim bladder, which has been preserved to this day and has become the best way to comfort my homesickness after I joined the army.

Time flies, I grew up gradually, from living in high school to joining the army, which is the sixth year since I left home. Sometimes I can't help thinking of my mother when I smell the fishy smell coming from the kitchen.

"feeding" noodles

96762 troops Xie Jintao

When I was in the third year of senior high school, I was very tired after class every night. I was so hungry on the way home, but before I got to the door, I would smell the delicious food and push the door open. My mother's smiling face greeted me and said with concern, "Come back, come and eat the noodles."

Mom is a person who can't cook very well, but the noodles she cooks are particularly delicious. She always adds a lot of "ingredients" to the noodles-poached eggs, green vegetables, sausages and peppers ... I often joke with my mother that if she opens a noodle restaurant, it will be the best shop.

When I came to the army, I seldom ate noodles until one weekend, the monitor said, "Let's cook noodles today after eating for so long." Said the monitor took out a small pot, plug in the electricity, boil the water, and then beat two eggs in after boiling, followed by cooking vegetables, below ... Ten minutes later, the fragrance came to the nose, and a bowl of steaming noodles came out of the pot.

Just as we were about to take it over, the monitor suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I'll give you another ham sausage." As soon as my voice fell, my mother's face suddenly appeared in my mind. The monitor, who is very strict in training, took care of us like her mother in life.

Somehow, my eyes were a little moist, and noodles with medium-cooked poached eggs went down, like the taste of my mother. I don't know if it was too hot or because I was moved, my heart suddenly warmed up.

I finally understand that the bowl of "added" noodles is my mother's unique love for me.

cured meat

Unit 96786 Zhang Yuyang

I remember the first time I was in the army for the New Year, I received a SF Express from Hunan. Hunan, isn't this a courier from my hometown? But my family didn't tell me I sent something? As I thought about it, I quickly opened the parcel, and sure enough, it was bacon, and it was filled with five cans.

When I was on the phone with my mother earlier, my mother asked me if I was happy in the army for the New Year. I smiled and said, "I have everything in the army for the New Year, except the bacon you cooked. If only I could eat the bacon from my hometown!" Later, I learned that my mother began to prepare this courier that night.

My mother called me the night I got the bacon.

"Yangyang, bacon received, not bad? I specially asked your father to send it to SF. When eating, share it with your comrades-in-arms. The comrades-in-arms in the army for the New Year are your relatives! " Hearing her voice, I choked up. I understand that this fried bacon is a delicacy that warms my heart and spleen in winter, so it is not an expression of maternal love.

In my mother's eyes, even if I wear a military uniform, I will always be a child. I remember the first time I went home on vacation, my father picked me up and said that my mother had been busy cooking good food for me since she got up in the morning.

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the smell of food, and the smell of bacon floated out of the kitchen. I quickly put down my luggage and went straight to the kitchen. My mother was frying bacon. When she saw me, she said happily, "Yangyang is back. Let's have a rest first. There is only one fried bacon left. Let's eat at once!"

The bacon in the pot has been stir-fried until it is golden, so my mother puts the peppers and garlic seedlings that have already been prepared into the pot. When the rice wine is poured in, white smoke rises immediately, and with the sound of "zi la zi", the meat is more fragrant.

Every time I leave home and come back to the team, my mother will prepare several large cans of bacon for me to take back to the army to eat. I know that this piece of bacon is the love and care given by my mother, and it is also the encouragement and courage given by my mother. The bacon made by my mother grew up with me and never changed its taste, just like my mother's selfless love for me.

steamed pork belly with preserved greens

Zhou Yaowen of Unit 96762

It was getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadow of the trunk on the training ground for a long time. On the way back to camp, I looked up and caught a glimpse of a memorable Hakka dish-braised pork with plum, and my thoughts suddenly drifted away ...

I have been in the army for more than ten years, and when I leave home and return to the team, my mother always cooks a braised pork with plum vegetables to see me off. Actually, I don't want her to do it. Since my father's death, my mother has become less talkative, and her body is getting thinner. In addition, the time taken to make braised pork with plum vegetables and the complicated and diverse processes, I am really afraid that she is tired.

But she always buys ingredients quietly without telling me. Boiling, salting, frying, steaming ... Every step is very detailed, and it often takes several hours to get out of the pot and serve.

After the dish is reversed, the braised pork of plum vegetables is fragrant, the braised pork rises neatly, the soup is sticky and delicious, and the food is soft and mellow, which always makes me unable to eat more bowls of rice. "Eat while it's hot. If you're full, you won't want to go home." Mother pushed the food in front of me and sat quietly watching me finish it.

As we grow older, our mother's love becomes deeper and deeper. Later, before returning from visiting relatives, I would walk into the vegetable market arm in arm with my mother, whose eyes were so focused and meticulous in choosing dishes ...

At that moment, I suddenly found that the traces of time had crept up on her temples, and the deep and shallow memories of childhood suddenly came to my mind. My mother devoted her simple love selflessly to me and will never forget it.

Stewed pork with brown sauce

Yin Xin, Ningxia Armed Police Corps

During the five-year military career, my mother and I always get together less and leave more. The squad leader of the cooking class always tells us that we don't want to go home until we are full, but I still miss the smell of my mother. Every time I want to go home, I will tell my mother that I really want to eat her braised pork.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw the steaming braised pork on the table, which was like a hill. I didn't want to say how happy I was. The fat and thin braised pork is very attractive, the meat is tender and tender, and it is still very delicious. The mouth can't stop completely, and the goal of losing weight can only be to raise a white flag in front of the braised pork.

Mom always said that the best thing is that our family have a lively meal together. My mother said that she enjoyed my time at home very much, and it seemed that I had returned to my childhood, but now I have matured a lot, and I can listen to her heart and share her joys and sorrows.

Mom, you cook the most delicious food in the world. I hope you can be my daughter again in the next life, so that I can protect you and accompany you well. Although I am wearing a military uniform now, I can't be with you for many times, but where you are, my heart is there and my home is there.

cold noodles

Xu Shaocheng, Taizhou detachment of Zhejiang Armed Police Corps

It is said that time flies, time flies like a blink of an eye, and I don't feel it when I was young, but I will appreciate the meaning and taste more when I grow up. It is another summer, and I always miss the taste of my mother's bowl of cold noodles in summer when I am in the military camp. It is the most refreshing taste in my memory.

I only remember a bowl of cold noodles with my mother, and the whole summer will be cool. Flour is ground from wheat in her own field. Mother first kneaded the mixed flour repeatedly until the dough was dry, wet, soft and hard. Then, roll the dough thin and wide with a rolling pin, fold the thin slices one by one, sprinkle a layer of corn flour, cut into uniform and thin noodles with a kitchen knife, and wait for the pot. After the noodles are cooked, take them out of the pot, soak them in cold water, put them in a bowl, add sesame juice, sesame oil, shredded cucumber and pickles, pour home-made oil and spicy seeds, and have a bite, not to mention the extra energy!

These days, after enlisting in the army, homesickness will suddenly fall into that bowl of plain noodle soup. On my vacation last June, I clamored for cold noodles, and my mother also satisfied my wish, but I regretted it as soon as it came out. The knife is still the same as before, and the panel is still the same as before, but the mother's body is not as tough as before. I can't help feeling a little guilty. My mother has suffered a lot for this family. Now the silver silk has crept up her sideburns, but she is still tireless and never stops. I only wish that time would go slower so that I could stay with her for a longer time.

Life is full of ups and downs, and these tastes have been mixed with elements such as homeland, separation, strength and growth for a long time, before they are on the tip of the tongue and sharp on the heart. Although these soldiers from all over the world miss the taste of their hometown, they are guarding the motherland and their distant homes in a foreign land.

The poet said that the most delicious taste in the world is Qing Huan.

Soldiers say that the best taste of life is persistence.

Planning: Guo Guang Li Shaozhu Zhang Tianshuo Yang Yanrui Deng Qinghua

Author: Pei Yifan Wang Zixiong Zhang Tong Cheng Liang Song Mengshuang Jin Xiyang Meng Qingzhuang Qin Minghao Zhang Xueyi Qiao Qian An Lu Yi Ma Chuang Zhu Yunliang Xiao Xianyao yang shen Liu Teng Yin Xin Ni Hui Zhang Bi Zhang Yan Wang Niansheng Chen Yujie Zhang Zhaohui Wang Junjie Yu Sicong