As long as I can remember, every winter when the Chinese New Year is coming, my family will buy a lot of pork. Boil a pot of pig's trotters, pig's feet and pork belly, and most of the remaining fat is made into lard, which is what we generally call meat oil. There are usually two cans of lard in the room below the house.

At that time, there were not many people eating green vegetables in winter in Northeast China. Almost every meal is cabbage, potato, radish and sauerkraut, and meat is rarely bought. So when cooking cabbage soup or radish soup, put a spoonful of lard, which will have the smell of pork, and the stew with clear soup and little water will become particularly delicious.

What impressed me the most was a bowl of lard bibimbap made by my mother.

At that time, my father sometimes had to get up early and get off the bus, so he didn't have time to wait for his mother to cook. So he often holds a spoonful of lard, digs a small pit in the middle of the rice, puts the lard in, pours some soy sauce on the rice, and then stirs it with a spoon, and a bowl of lard bibimbap is ready.

Because of the smell of lard and soy sauce, as well as the newly cooked steaming rice, bibimbap is crystal clear and delicious. If you feel greasy, you can eat it with kale, radish root, garlic eggplant and perilla leaves pickled by your mother in winter, or grab a small pickled cucumber and cowpea from the sauce jar. If you are lucky, you can also catch cooked pork put into the sauce jar in late autumn. I feel warm after eating a bowl like this.

Dad often likes to eat like this. Sometimes he likes to mix bibimbap with a bowl of lard, even if there is a dish for dinner. It's delicious. I was greedy, so I dug a spoonful into my father's bowl and ate it in my mouth. It's delicious. Therefore, sometimes on the morning of school, I clamor for lard bibimbap. Or, when mom is not looking, go and fill a bowl of rice, mix it well, and sit on a small bench with a bowl in the yard and eat it with relish.

Mom says you should eat less lard. It used to be because your family was poor and couldn't afford meat. You can't eat any vegetables all year round except summer, so you soak it in lard. However, I have loved this smell since I was a child.

However, even though we know that lard is harmful to health, there is still a jar full of lard at home every year. When stewing eggplant with beans, my mother will habitually put a spoonful of lard. Later, when I ate beans without lard, I always felt that there was something missing compared with the taste at home. Slowly, I also got used to dishes without lard, and thought it was healthier. But this does not mean that the taste of childhood has been erased. On the contrary, it will become clearer and clearer in my heart as I grow older.

One day, I went to the morning market and bought a pork belly at the stall. I suddenly remembered that I wanted to eat lard bibimbap a few days ago, so I asked my boss if he had any fat oil. The boss said no, but he picked me a piece of pork belly with more fat. Although there was not much oil, I was happy to go home and have a try. The result was not bad, and a small bowl of oil was produced.

Steamed rice at night, while the rice was just out of the pot, I filled a small bowl, put lard, poured soy sauce and tasted it. I was very moved at that time. I can't say why, but I know that my bowl of lard bibimbap tasted like a child.

I chased the three seasons midnight food store. It's all about the lives of little people. The boss runs a small restaurant, and there is only one set meal of pork sauce soup on the menu. The boss can make various dishes according to the requirements of the guests, and each dish hides a touching story. One of the episodes is "Bread with Butter". It tells the story of a poor man who goes to the midnight food store to order a bowl of butter bibimbap every night after 12. Later, a gourmet came to the midnight food store, saw the rice and ordered a bowl to taste. From then on, he fell in love with butter bibimbap and felt that nothing was more delicious than a bowl of butter bibimbap. The play also tells a beautiful story with a touching ending.

The story is like this bowl of butter bibimbap. Although it is not rare in the world, it is unparalleled in some people's hearts. It is this pure taste that can make people unforgettable for a long time.

Sometimes, what we miss is the taste of childhood. Although it is not necessarily delicious, let alone cooking, it is the simple taste that makes people miss their lives.

This is the memory of a bowl of lard bibimbap.