On the tip of the tongue, China's general director, Chen Xiaoqing, is always teased. No matter how Michelin's ingredients are, he will always scrape them to the dust and roll them up, making them smell like dirt in summer.

"Everyone's stomach actually has a door, and the key is the food code given to you by your parents and elders in childhood."

Everyone's memory of childhood taste buds is the most stubborn. It dissolves in the blood and goes deep into the bone marrow, and it will pop up and fry you inadvertently, making you tremble and feel lost, just like the weekend afternoon in junior high school, when you wake up from a nap and look at the sunset outside the window, you are in a daze.

In fact, most of the homesickness we talk about is a kind of "eating sorrow", perhaps a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a dish of shepherd's purse jiaozi, a dish of grandma's braised pork, or a wisp of dad's Longjing tea.

On a winter night in a foreign country, just after work, you are a little tired, and you bump into a warm light on the street corner. After the curtain of the shop, a warm and familiar noodle fragrance comes out, and you braved the cold wind to get a bowl of handmade noodles. A hot bowl of noodles "wheezed" and you broke out in a sweat. Your taste buds exploded and your five senses exploded. The memory of your taste buds as a child came to mind.

This bowl of noodles is the antidote to homesickness.

In fact, when I was a child, I was very annoyed with my parents, because they nagged me more than once, such as "Go home immediately after school", "Bring me your homework and let me have a look", "Why did you get so few marks in the exam?" Why did your clothes get so dirty? "What comics are you reading when the exam is coming?"

Even if I go out to play with my classmates on weekends, I will be pestered by my parents for half a day-"Be careful when crossing the road", "Never trust strangers easily" and "Come back before nine o'clock" ...

Girl at that time, I just wanted to grow up quickly, so I wouldn't be oppressed by them when I grew up, right? Then you must stay away from your parents, and you will never care about me again ~

Time flies, time flies, time yawns lazily, and draws a sea on the beach in the old days without leaving a trace. I'm at this end and my parents are at the other end of the sea.

Should be happy? I don't have to listen to my parents' endless reprimands. In the past, everyday household words have become digital signals with a few cents per minute, which are coldly received from the satellite and then transmitted, with a time difference of 0.00 seconds.

Recently, my parents carefully sent a WeChat "It's a little sad to go home every night and watch the lights go out in your room ..."

Tears welled up.

Dad said that there are thousands of spices in the world, and one kind of seasoning is the most important for cooking.

That is love.

My father is a cook, and there are thousands of cooks in the world, but in my heart, my father's perfect cooking is the existence of the kitchen god in Stephen Chow's movies.

What he likes most is fried rice soaked in chicken soup. The burnt fried rice absorbs juice strongly without losing flavor, and the micro-bubble is soft and crispy, which is wonderful.

And his own pumpkin pie.

Crispy outside and tender inside, there is a faint pumpkin fragrance in the thick hot air. When you take a bite, the original faint fragrance will break through a critical value and spread in your mouth, and the taste will become rich. As you chew slowly, the sweetness and softness of pumpkin will melt at the tip of your tongue, until it is sweet to your heart.

And a homemade bacon sausage.

Ham, bacon and sausage have no borders.

In Flavor Room, from "exposure in the open air" in Nanping Village, Anhui Province to "the most expensive ham in the world" in Andalusia Autonomous Region, Spain. The food is not condescending, which makes the wanderer wake up instantly in his dream. If he wants to eat sausage, he will be urged immediately, accompanied by plain rice and coarse tea.

I immediately drove my shirt and shorts to eat the taste of my hometown.

There is only one piece in my hometown, just on the tip of my tongue.

Tongue can't deceive people. Its imaginary enemy is the human touch covered by urban concrete pouring and weeds.

I hope that the wanderers who work hard outside can eat well and be safe and healthy.