My mother is a natural master of cooking and can cook good meals. The deliciousness of those dishes is something I will never forget.

It’s hard for a good woman to make a meal without rice, but mothers are an exception.

Even the simplest side dishes pickled by my mother have a special taste.

My mother’s biggest hobby is cooking.

Even if you make a simple dumpling, or make a soup with water and add shredded ginger, coriander, and garlic cloves, your mother’s taste can never be imitated. Even the chef at the most luxurious Grand Rainbow Hotel in the city cannot compare with the taste of my mother’s cooking.

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When I was in high school, I would sneak home after studying in the evening. As soon as I got home, I would get into the hot kitchen to keep warm. Then I would hold a small bowl with freshly cooked leek dumplings that would make my eyes white.

Eat it so hungrily.

While breathing out, he was still afraid that a thief would snatch it and bite it quickly.

With the hot dumplings in her mouth, shouting how hot it is, she followed her mother from the kitchen to the living room, like a follower, saying how her classmates were doing today, and how the teacher was doing... My mother always

He was humming, haha, with a kind face, and he didn't forget to take care of the fish that was frying in the pan.

There was a pot of soup boiling on the stove next door.

Before I could finish the bowl of dumplings, my mother served me a plate of golden fried hairtail.

Looking forward to the arrival of summer. When summer comes, you can eat hand-made cold noodles.

My mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing the sauce herself.

When I wake up early in the morning, I often find my mother busy in the kitchen.

I hope to finish cooking the noodles before it really heats up.

The water is boiling and my mother has rolled out the noodles.

The noodles were well-proportioned and chewy. After pouring the noodles into the boiling water, my mother took out the sesame paste and sesame oil, added a little chili oil, and mixed it evenly in the bowl. It was a bowl of cold noodles that were refreshing and delicious.

Then I watch my mother chop green onions, pickle shredded cucumbers, and then take out the tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes she also adds her own kimchi, drizzles with a little soy sauce, peels a preserved egg, and it’s a cold side dish.

I know that I am very lucky to be able to enjoy the food cooked by my mother at home. Food from outside can never match the taste of my mother's love.

When you are sick, chicken soup is your mother's heartache.

Every time I get sick and the infusion doesn't work, I always try my best to squeeze in a weekend, and then return to my mother's arms with the virus and exhaustion all over my body.

When I knew I was sick, the phone calls were always filled with nagging accusations and threats to never care about me again, but my mother and I both knew in our hearts that my mother loved me extremely.

Just because she knew that my health would not be good when I got old, she made me learn to be strong and learn to take care of myself, especially when I am alone.

So when I got home, my mother's unhappiness disappeared. She excitedly asked her father to slaughter the chicken, and then hurried to the Chinese medicine store to grab the wolfberry and jujubes and stew a pot of chicken soup for me. Mother's chicken soup was so delicious!

The tender chicken is filled with the sweetness of red dates and wolfberry, and the soup is sticky with the gelatin exuded from the chicken bones.

The bursts of fragrance make people salivate!

My mother's kitchen is really like a haven filled with all kinds of delicious food. The taste of the dishes my mother cooks, stews, and stir-fries is unique in the world, and no matter how good the chef is, it can't be copied.

The taste buds in your nose and tongue will know this is my mother.

Even if I smell and taste the same food elsewhere, the first image that comes to my mind is still the happiness that belongs to my mother and me.