You can cook two tubes of rice for six meals. Half a tael of shredded pork, spend a few minutes to oil it, and you can eat it for a week. Buy a few apples, throw them in the refrigerator, and wait until they are dehydrated before you eat them.

Probably all people who live alone have this experience: in the morning, they wake up in a quiet room and go to work alone. When they come home at night, they open the door and are greeted by darkness. The kitchen is mostly furnished, and when the mood is good, I can occasionally cook. If you feel bad, you can stay away from the kitchen for a month.

As far as cooking is concerned, being alone is always awkward. If you cook more, you won’t be able to finish it all; if you cook less, you won’t feel like wasting time and effort. Sometimes, I even feel that eating is just a task that has to be completed. I took the bibimbap from the takeaway guy and sighed sincerely: "Thank you for taking out the food, saving the lonely people."

This is my first time to try bibimbap. What was delivered was not a stone pot, so I was a little disappointed. Bibimbap is packed in a cylindrical plastic box. The boiling rice fills the box with steam, making it difficult to see clearly what's inside. Anyway, I'm not looking forward to it, it's just to complete the meal task. As usual, I brought the stone pot rice to the window and sat down. I took out my phone and prepared to open the food video cached on my phone.

I am used to watching food videos while eating alone. While staring at the phone, he blindly put the food into his mouth mechanically. Watching the foodies on my phone enjoying their meals feels like someone is eating with me, which makes me feel less lonely.

When the lid of the box was opened, a light steam rose. The moment the bibimbap appeared, my attention was still attracted to it. I never thought that a simple takeaway could be so exquisite.

Shredded chicken, carrots, mushrooms, lettuce, and bean sprouts are spread neatly and orderly on the rice in a round shape. On top of the dishes, there is a fried egg, with a little kimchi and hot sauce next to it. The entire bibimbap is very neat and looks like not only a piece of food, but also a work of art.

The eggs are fried very tender, the protein is smooth and white, and the yolk is golden. Shake the lunch box gently and the half-cooked egg yolk will also shake.

The last time I saw such well-fried eggs was when I was in my hometown during the Spring Festival last year. My mother always likes to fry the eggs until they are only half-cooked to keep the yolk in a liquid state. She says it is the most nutritious and delicious, and she also named it the Sun Egg. At first I couldn't get used to it, it felt very fishy. Later, under my mother's "coercion and inducement", I gradually developed this unique taste.

"It really looks like a little sun." I thought as I looked at the eggs in the box.

I picked up the chopsticks and gently poked the egg yolk. The thick egg yolk liquid slowly flows out. Use a spoon to stir the food evenly. The aroma of the fragrant Korean chili sauce is also emitted during the constant stirring and stirring, making people want to eat. I scooped a big spoonful of bibimbap into my mouth and chewed it slowly. The freshness of the vegetables and the tenderness of the shredded meat complemented the soft and glutinous rice very well.

The familiar dense texture of rice coated in egg yolk liquid seems to take me back to those years when my mother was "forced" to eat eggs. The hot sauce gives the bibimbap a unique sweet and spicy flavor. Some of the rice has been fried in a stone pot, and when you bite into it, it is crispy and delicious, with a burnt aroma. Eating bibimbap with big mouthfuls, I thought, happiness is nothing more than this.

I don’t know when the food video on my phone ended because I wasn’t watching it at all. I just focused on eating the bibimbap in front of me, completely forgetting the sadness of being alone.

The beauty of food is its subjectivity. I have eaten bibimbap countless times, but this time alone made me forget my loneliness.

I finished the last bite of bibimbap, put down my spoon happily, and sighed with satisfaction.

Whether you are alone or with someone, you can become free in front of delicious food. You can enjoy it without any worries and no restraints. After a satisfying meal, all worries are put aside.

This is also the most equal cure that food can give to the world.

Later, I always remembered that no matter how lonely I was, never forget to make myself a bibimbap.

Brush the inner wall of the stone pot with a thin layer of oil, and press the white rice on the bottom of the pot. Cut your favorite vegetables and meat into shreds, place them on the rice, and cook over medium heat. Add some pickles, add some hot sauce.

Add a half-boiled sun-cooked egg.