I'm not good at cooking, and I'm not a foodie by any means.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and I was just like my parents who suffered from hunger. I was never picky about eating, and I was satisfied if I could just fill my stomach. This kind of carelessness in my heart formed the habit of making do with food.

Strangely enough, I don’t know what is the inevitable connection between loving to eat and cooking. I don’t like to eat, so I seem to have some reasons for not liking to cook.

I have always wondered how this problem came about, a bit of paranoid machismo, especially the belief that cooking is a necessary quality for women, while men work hard outside to earn money to support the family, which seems like a traditional matching pattern.

Of course, in many restaurants, senior chefs and small chefs cook, and most of them are men. I think this is just a professional way of making a living.

But in the daily smell of fireworks and the concerto of pots and pans, women still occupy the leading role. This concept or prejudice has occupied my heart for many years and has not changed.

The changes in recent years may slap you in the face. Has anyone counted how many men like to cook now?

It is obvious that there is a tendency that more and more men are starting to get into the kitchen. If you don’t see it, they often show off their delicacies in the online circle of friends. It seems that it can be defined as a “fashionable good man” label.

From cynicism in the past to envy now, I feel that society has made a big step forward.

"Access to the hall and kitchen" is no longer the exclusive domain of women. Men's diversity, warmth, and expressiveness exude the atmosphere of "greasy men" from the outside to the inside. It seems that our harmonious society has penetrated to the smallest

The cell unit embodies a peaceful balance of yin and yang in cooking.

Even if a man shows off his skills occasionally, cooking two special dishes and serving them to his family will attract more attention than those "real men" who sit upright and wait to enjoy.

At least, this kind of attitude of putting down one's body and experiencing first-hand how difficult it is for most female compatriots to have three meals a day is much better than the indifferent flash of indifference and letting women work in the kitchen.

Although I seldom cook, I still admire the sentiment and courage of men who take the initiative to cook.

I remember that the celebrity Huang Lei is a good husband who loves to cook. He often posts the delicious food he made on Weibo, showing off his love and affection, which fascinates his fans because he cooks a home-cooked dish for his wife and children every three days.

Delicious food and overwhelming happiness!

Many girls have fantasies about finding a husband who can cook to marry the right person!

"Huang Xiaochu" is by no means an unearned reputation. The persona of "Good Dad and Good Husband" is very down-to-earth. He does not leave home and puts aside the element of showing off his skills, but he still performs his own kitchen in a flourishing way, which makes us who are not familiar with it.

How embarrassing is it for an old man who likes to pout even when he is cooking!

In fact, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s better to take action than to have a heartbeat. Throw yourself down, roll up your sleeves, and cook whenever you want. The key is whether you are willing, not to mention, there are so many ready-made role models to learn from!

The first time I had the idea of ??cooking was when I was ten years old. I usually watched my mother skillfully rolling out noodles on the big chopping board, tossing and turning them into a round and thin pancake shape, spreading the noodles, and kept doing it.

Smooth it evenly, fold it up, and cut it into thin noodles. I feel that the whole process has a superb sense of labor art.

So one time when my family was not at home, I made some noodles and decided to imitate how to roll noodles. As a result, if there was too much water, I added noodles.

It was soft and sticky, and there were big holes and small eyes on the rolling pin and chopping board, so I couldn't help but cut it into irregular noodle slices.

When my mother came back, she praised me, saying that I could think of cooking for my family and that I was a caring child.

In fact, everyone knows that it is children enjoying the process of "playing with noodles", which feels much better than playing with mud.

Then I thought that all children like to make dumplings with their parents and the elderly, kneading them with their young hands, like doing fancy crafts, or looking for the aura of making clay figures. The atmosphere is particularly pleasing, even if it is crooked.

, shapeless, but this interesting and entertaining way has sown the seeds of hope and love in the deep family affection.

Following the passage of time, I thought that even when I grew up and started working, I still had little interest in cooking.

The laziness of opening one's mouth when food comes is often relapsed, because with the support of parents and family, there is no need to intervene in cooking. Whenever I go home, I eat ready-made food, and my family has prepared it early.

Even for lunch at work, I often go to the staff canteen with my coworkers.

The lively time of collective life is not boring, but is particularly worth remembering, so that I have been a regular visitor to the collective canteen for several years.

I also thought about why I haven’t seriously considered the concept of cooking. It seems that I seldom appreciate my family’s efforts in cooking. I don’t take everything for granted, but regard rushing as normal, filling my stomach carelessly and letting it go easily.

go.