Cooking is like life. The skill of cooking goes from low to high, just like the feeling of being a man goes from shallow to deep. Cooking, doing is feeling, life, living is feeling; Cooking step by step, cutting vegetables, side dishes and stir-frying, life grows, matures and grows old step by step; Cooking pays attention to the temperature, and life grasps the opportunity; Cooking has its own flavor, and life has its own wonderful. Ceng Guohua, the master of Sichuan cuisine, returned to the kitchen at the age of 83. The old man stayed in the kitchen for 3 minutes and fried eight dishes in one breath. There was not a drop of oil stain on the white operating clothes, which really reached the realm of "do what you want from your heart"; Saint-Simon, a French scholar, was born in an aristocratic old age and was down and out. He chose to commit suicide and fired seven shots at his head. The last bullet went through his left eye and was embedded in the wall of the fireplace. He didn't die, so he went to the doctor with his head covered with honeycomb briquet. The old guy lived for another three years. For ordinary people, Ceng Guohua's free and easy and Saint-Simon's determination are beyond our reach, but it is enough to live in the present and feel life.

The first job of learning to cook is to do odd jobs, such as dusting, washing vegetables, cleaning, etc. I come early and leave late, and I am only a small role or just a spectator in the kitchen. What does it matter to me? Occasionally absent-minded, the old master will shout "There are dice (lice) on my body, rubbing my skin and itching", and then smile and give your ass a kick, that kick, hmm! Powerful but not painful. ..... When I was a child, my dad slapped me on the bed when I made a mistake, and even I hesitated to dodge. When I went out, adults often told me, "Don't run around and go home quickly." When there were many people, I would be concentrated at the small table. Remember, "Wash your hands, sit in rows, stutter, and eat is a good baby ... dead child! Where are you going! "

When I went to school, I packed my schoolbag into the school gate. The front was novelty, and the back was reluctance. I sat in the classroom and looked at the podium. That was tall! Ah, I'm, uh, one plus one, always looking forward to a holiday. I had a holiday with the final exam paper in my hand. I was crazy and ran. Suddenly I found my bag was empty, so I started looking for it! As a result, the little face became a big cat. ..... finally don't have to wash vegetables, and then use your hands and brains, remember the taste and side dishes. The taste of Sichuan food is a bit like the soup song of Chinese medicine, which is the key to getting started. What "Sichuan food is authentic and homely, and the taste is delicious, and the local flavor is spicy ..." At first, I remembered there were 39 kinds, but now there are more than 1 kinds! With the flavor, you can match binqiao and raw materials, such as white oil pork liver with horse ear onion, ginger and garlic slices, pickled pepper, white sand pork liver slices, lettuce slices and fungus. When it's cooked, you can tell which waiter cooked it by looking at the menu. When you look at the menu, the fat girl whoosh is not bad, and her fingers are hooked with a lock of meat. Look at the menu again, ah, Xiaohong, it's beautiful, but she won't talk to us. Add more vegetables and leaves!

I have always felt that chopping block should be respected more than stoves, cold dishes and white cases. Compared with stoves, cold dishes are colorful, and white cases are exquisite and meticulous, chopping block is unknown. I often hear old masters say that Chengdu Knife King can make eight pieces from one pork belly, and my respect is beyond words. Repeating the same action nearly a thousand times a day is boring, and perhaps only when you are in it can you feel the unique pleasure. The knife jumps like jazz, the flat blade produces raw materials as thin as cicadas, the straight knife and the oblique knife show beautiful shapes, and the round chopping block is like a contest ring, killing a cooking Jianghu with a kitchen knife. Chef level has a well-made box, with hundreds of tools and a knife worth ten thousand pieces. In fact, we all know that a kitchen knife and a carving knife are enough for chefs to work, and the box represents their experience and status. ..... Junior high school didn't use a knife, but used a stick. We sawed off the mop and desk legs in the classroom, one by one, and went out to fight, saying it was a fight. In fact, it was how brave people were to shout on both sides of the road, and when it was getting dark, they sounded the golden bell and quit. I remember that one semester we dismantled eight desks and stood for three months. Cardamom's age also has a little ignorance about men's and women's feelings. After years of discussion with former friends, everyone's favorite is the women's 1 meters in the school sports meeting. Those girls who are more advanced in growth are running on the track, and their chests are swinging rhythmically like concentric circles, as if they can hear the whistling wind. The boys outside the stadium are boiling, just like the fans in the animal shed area in the World Cup final. On the one hand, the girls are full of youth, and on the other hand, the boys are passionate.

The first time I went to the kitchen, I was still very excited. I brushed the pan, fired, broiled the pan, wok, pan, wok and frying spoon Qi Fei, and the oil smoke was the same color as the fire. I felt like a soldier who had been lying in a cat's ear hole for several months. Finally, I saw the hordes of enemy troops at the foot of the mountain, opened the machine gun insurance, and fired, fired and fired. Excitedly, he ran towards the master with this dish of shredded potatoes with green peppers. His old man twisted a little into his mouth, then put his hand on his protruding stomach and nodded, with a smile on his face. On the stove, I always like to make a long flame in the pot. This is actually very simple. I just need to move the raw materials backwards first, and then put the front end of the pot on the fire to burn slightly, and then push the raw materials forward. The oil and water in the raw materials are gasified by the high temperature of the frying pan wall, and then ignited by the flame running up in the furnace. With the continuous winnowing of the pot, a beautiful flame will come out. In fact, the fire in the pot will make the dishes taste bad, and the ash at the bottom of the pot will also fly into the dishes, affecting the quality of the dishes, which is strictly prohibited by the old masters. Because we like it, we will still make one or two fire dragons from time to time, which is like a jade-faced young man who has to keep a moustache and smoke cigarettes to be cool. Of course, it is inevitable to be beaten. Following the retreating fire dragon, there is the muffled sound of the back photographed by the frying spoon, as well as our ha ha laugh. When it comes to the frying spoon, it's really an artifact. It's made in Bai Gang by one foot and three inches, and its front end has a sharp edge. I personally saw a colleague chop off the turtle's head with a frying spoon. The spoon back is strong and heavy, and the faucet handle in front of the stove is often interrupted by it. Sharp and heavy, these two diametrically opposite characteristics are on the frying spoon, but they are both and complement each other. Stir-fried spoon can be described as a necessary tool for one-on-one fighting and gang fighting.

I walked through the lawless high school and ushered in the terrible college entrance examination. I was pushed through the cordon by the crowd. The scene was like countless small turtles on the beach rushing to the sea against the sunrise, anxious and afraid of falling behind. The first thing I did when I entered the examination room was to find the toilet. The figure inside was in a hurry but surprisingly quiet. After I hesitated for a few steps, I got into the toilet again. I always felt unfinished. That's what I do as a younger brother. Usually, my eldest brother is long and my eldest brother is short, and my chain is always broken at a critical moment ... The college entrance examination is over, but I don't have much joy of liberation, but I am a little more worried about the future. I can't go back to high school. Where to mix next! In the car, everyone was still silent and thoughtful. Finally, one of my classmates said, "I feel that this year's questions are better than last year ..." We all looked at him with the same eyes, which seemed to say, "xx classmate, come here and say, I will never kick you to death!" , so it is silence ...