Maybe the food your mother cooks is not the best, and it is worse than many people, but it is the only one that cooks for you wholeheartedly.

As long as it’s my mother’s cooking, it can never be replaced.

Every time I go home, my mother will ask me: "Is the food at home still delicious? Have you missed your mother's cooking after being out for so long?" Looking at my mother's eyes full of expectation and pride, I can only reluctantly deal with it.

The response was yes.

But actually, not only do I not miss it, I even dislike it a little bit.

Compared with the food cooked by my mother, whether it is the cafeteria in college or the small restaurant downstairs after work, it is much better than the food at home.

I have resented my mother's cooking for a long time.

In primary school class, when we were learning a certain text, the teacher suddenly asked each of us to stand up and answer: What is your favorite dish?

Also name your mother's favorite dish.

The other students answered quickly and loudly, Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, salted fish and eggplant stew, soy sauce goose... When it was my turn, I faltered and couldn't answer any of them.

I racked my brains to think about it, but I still couldn't think of it.

In addition to stir-fried cabbage, the dishes my mother cooks include stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried lettuce, stir-fried water spinach, stir-fried mustard greens... I don’t know if these are the names of a dish, and I can’t think of any other names in my mind.

With more and more people watching, I had to say in a panic: "I like to eat chicken drumsticks the most!" My deskmate laughed quietly, and the teacher also smiled slightly. She looked at me kindly and continued to ask: "What about you?

Where’s Mom? “I really don’t know what else to eat!

I couldn't even think of any nonsense. Facing the joking eyes of the other people sitting there, I blurted out out of nowhere: "My mom loves vegetables the most!" The whole room burst into laughter, and a little fat man at the front table leaned over with laughter.

He leaned back, patted my table, raised his chin and said, "There are so many dishes, just name one. How could you say that?" I stood there helpless, my face was so hot that I wanted to get in immediately.

In the cave.

Fortunately, the teacher quickly smoothed things over and said, "It seems that Xiaowen still doesn't understand what mommy likes to eat. You can go home and take a closer look tonight. Okay, next one!" I sat down with a burning sense of shame.

But I got angry and transferred my resentment to my mother. It was all my fault. The food at home was stir-fried, stir-fried, stir-fried every day. There were no dishes at all. I didn’t know the names of the dishes, so what could I say!

After returning home, I saw the same fried vegetables with the same pattern and taste day after day on the table. Thinking of the roar of laughter in class, I felt like it was stuck in my throat and I couldn't eat it at all.

After living on campus, I started a career of eating large pots of food in the hall.

The strange thing is that I can actually eat the big pot dishes that many people say are unpalatable. From junior high school to high school, I was used to eating the big pot dishes in the canteen and could finish every meal.

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Although the dishes in the school canteen are not necessarily rich, they are rich in variety. The recipes for each meal are different. You can make several dishes with the same eggs: steamed eggs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with green beans, and egg meat.

Pancakes, scrambled eggs with green peppers, egg dumplings... and the more complicated pork ribs with black bean sauce, steamed pork with pickled vegetables, etc., I like them all.

Of course, there are occasionally fried winter melons that I hate, but compared to the fried green vegetables that have remained unchanged at home for thousands of years, the dishes in the canteen are already considered delicious.

When I go home on weekends, my mother will cook more dishes, but no matter what dish it is, it cannot escape the fate of frying.

Yes, my mother only knows how to cook. Add oil, salt, heat the pan, add the vegetables, stir-fry for a few minutes, and the dish is ready.

She never makes even complicated dishes, and she never studies different methods. Just like stir-fried cabbage heart, stir-fried cabbage sum, stir-fried pork, stir-fried pork. I can't say it tastes bad, but I really can't expect it.

I always couldn't understand why I would not be so resistant to stir-frying so simply, even if I added some bacon to the stir-fry or some garlic moss to the stir-fried pork, with more tricks and thoughts. Unfortunately, my mother never did.

At the beginning, I also tried to jokingly tell my mother that I could try cooking in a different way instead of just frying it every time. My mother would stare at me and say: I have been cooking for you for more than ten years.

, are you beginning to dislike it?

I can only lose one battle after another.

During the New Year’s Eve dinner, my mother showed off her skills in the kitchen, chopping chickens, ducks and geese, while we watched food programs in the living room.

Watching the old man on TV quickly making Buddha Jumping over the Wall, steamed eggs with shrimp and tofu, steamed preserved meat, fried prawns, ginger and onion chicken, sweet and sour lotus root sandwich, chestnut pork ribs...and other delicious dishes, I was greedy.

The bug has been completely hooked.

But every time I wait to eat, I will be very disappointed.

Totally mom style.

Stir-fried chicken is stir-fried chicken, stir-fried goose is stir-fried goose, stir-fried green vegetables is stir-fried green vegetables, stir-fried mushrooms is stir-fried mushrooms... Mom always has the ability to make a large table of originally dazzling dishes look ordinary.

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