Chapter 1: My love affair with cold noodles. A bowl of spicy cold noodles, sprinkle with sauce, add minced garlic, and eat it like this. Let the sauce splash all over your body, and let your mouth be red with spicy food. Come on.

Let’s have a bowl of cold noodles!

On a certain day of the month, on a certain side street, just serve a bowl of it with such ferocity!

I just walked to the street by chance and saw a small stall surrounded by people in twos and threes. The crowd did not hide its original fragrance.

The stall owner is a short, fat woman who looks thick and simple.

Her face was glowing red, and her skin was shiny yet rough.

She greeted warmly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands were not idle. She skillfully dragged the noodles into the basin, added some peanuts, squeezed some soy sauce, put some cucumber shreds, and put some cold skin.

A pair of chopsticks became flexible in her hands. She mixed it into the basin and then added the chili peppers without hesitation.

She did it quickly but so seriously.

The chopsticks started to stir and stir again, and a kind of fragrance was released. The fragrance was very special. It was cool and mixed with the spiciness of chili, which made you salivate.

In this way, a bowl of ordinary cold noodles has an indissoluble bond with me.

Pick up a lot of it, eat it with big mouthfuls, put down all the worries, get rid of all the distracting thoughts, there is only the rustling sound of the cold noodles sliding into your mouth, how wonderful it is!

The plump and thick noodles with crispy and delicious cucumber shreds give you a cooling feeling when you bite into it; the pink jelly and the passionate chili make you feel as if you can breathe out fire.

When the two are blended together, the taste cannot be described in my poor language.

In the hot summer, have a bowl of cold noodles, it will wipe away the heat in your heart; in the warm winter, have a bowl of cold noodles, it will ignite the heat in your heart.

Chapter 2: My Love Affair with Food Essay The elegant green lingers in this afternoon, and everything around is woven with dreams.

I held a cup of steaming coffee in my hand and greedily smelled the rich aroma.

The tiramisu sits quietly on a plate embroidered with dark green ripples, which makes it feel fresh.

I slowly turned over Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" and listened to its soft and longing sound.

After a long while, I took a slight sip of coffee, and the refreshing bitterness swirled in my mouth, catching me off guard; holding it in my mouth, I delicately felt the bitterness mixed with a bit of sweetness, which was refreshing.

As a senior "foodie", I firmly believe that I must have a deep love affair with food.

I'm so passionate about it and it's been such a blessing to me.

While others are obsessed with the "magic mouth" of Korean dramas, and are crazy about "Oppa", and even rich women spend tens of millions just to meet him, I succumb to the charm of food programs.

As soon as I finished my homework, I quickly moved to the TV and skillfully pressed the food channel.

I couldn't take my eyes off the spatula flying in the chef's hand. Under its dexterous dance, dishes with full color, fragrance and flavor were freshly baked.

Watching the judges in front of the TV chewing with enjoyment, and the endless aftertaste after chewing, I couldn't help but salivate, satisfying my stomach that "looks at plums to quench my thirst."

After reading it, I can't wait to show off my skills in the kitchen and make delicious dishes, delicacies from mountains and seas, so as to win the praise of others.

So, I pretended to swing the shovel twice, washing and cutting vegetables according to the procedures... Although either this dish was burnt or that dish was bland, my family still greatly appreciated it.

This beautiful emotion makes even the most terrible meals taste delicious.

In addition to being a fan of food channels, I also often visit various dessert houses and Western restaurants.

Petite and exquisite desserts are displayed in glass cabinets, such as tiramisu, black forest cake, matcha mousse, brownie, light cheese... everything is available, which makes me overwhelmed.

I often lie on the glass cabinet and gaze at the attractive appearance: the light cake is filled with a layer of crystal chocolate sauce, and the top layer is dotted with sweet and silky cream. The cake maker may lightly touch the cream.

A bright red cherry is thrown on the ground, just like the gorgeous red lips of a graceful girl, making the cake more delicate; perhaps almonds are inserted in all directions on the cream, which seems messy, but adds a touch of wildness to the quiet appearance of the cake.

, giving consumers more desires.

I am often intoxicated by their dreaminess and sweetness. When I lick them, I want to take a big bite; when I bite them, I can't help but swallow the whole piece; after swallowing the whole piece, I still want to eat.

Unfortunately, my pockets were empty, not even a penny was left.

But often a cup of black tea, a piece of tiramisu, and a book of poems fill and decorate my entire afternoon.

Food is a gorgeous tie on my simple clothes. It not only decorates and modifies my life, but is also closely connected to me and never goes away.

My love affair with food is fate and includes friendship.

Chapter Three: My Calligraphy Love Composition I started practicing hard-pen calligraphy in the first grade, and started practicing brush calligraphy in the second grade.

I remember that when I took my first brush calligraphy class, I went to the calligraphy classroom on the fifth floor with my classmates uneasily that day. When I walked into the classroom, the smell of ink was so strong that it almost knocked me down.