I am a chef from Xiangxiang, and I am very happy to answer this question.

I have eaten a lot of delicious food since I was a child, and every impressive food has a food story related to it. If seeing a dish reminds me of a person, then this dish is the pork chop with a big lunch box.

Grab rice.

Let me first tell you the story of cooking with your hands. When I was studying in a foreign country, there were many classmates from China in the class. There were a few that I liked very much, so we often had dinner together. Of course, the responsibility of the chef would definitely fall on me.

, so I was very popular at that time, and I would return several times in a row just to fry shredded potatoes. The spicy and sour mung bean sprouts were also very popular with everyone, because everyone missed domestic food so much.

It happened to be my birthday, so I held a small birthday party, and everyone brought birthday gifts and blessings. The most special and unforgettable thing was that a friend from Xinjiang made me a big lunch box of pork chop rice.

, he was usually very kind to people, often helped others, was very independent, worked and went to school at the same time, and was an inspirational figure at the time.

Since we couldn't buy lamb chops there, we had to use pork chops instead.

This gift is so real. This is the first person besides my family who cooks for me. I am very touched, so I will finish it anyway. It tastes good and the chopped pieces are very small.

A piece of pork ribs with diced potatoes, onions, and carrots. I ate it for a whole week.

I am still very grateful for the warmth he once brought me, even though it was just a simple meal with my hands that I will never forget!

Later, after returning to China, he became a lawyer. Although we were far apart, he gave me the most selfless help when I was most helpless and in need of help!

Although we haven’t contacted him for a long time, I am still very grateful to him.

If we can meet one day, I hope I can also make a big lunch box of hand-picked rice for him.

have!

The chicken biscuits made by my mother are so delicious!

It smells so good!

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When I was a child in the countryside, there was a lack of material resources.

Every family raises chickens and ducks to supplement household income.

I usually produce eggs and sell them for money, in exchange for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

If you have more, you can also add some pencils and notebooks for your children.

Whenever I have a holiday, I sit in front of the window every day.

Blowing in the air and playing with the window grilles on the glass caused by the cold air.

When is the Chinese New Year!

As soon as you hear your parents calling, go and catch the chickens and ducks.

Ha ha!

I was so happy, jumping around in clothes.

Duck coop, chicken, the children are starting to make a fuss!

Because I am planning to celebrate the New Year soon, I have started to prepare New Year’s goods.

The children were so happy that they were so happy.

There is delicious food today, beautiful.

In an era of material scarcity, there is no oil and water for a year, and then oil and water come.

Just joy.

The chickens and ducks have been slaughtered.

After drying, they are buried in snowdrifts by their parents.

Mark it on it and dig it out to eat during the Chinese New Year.

Because it is taboo during the Chinese New Year, it is not easy to kill animals with a knife, so they are slaughtered in advance.

At this time, my mother would chop the chicken gizzards, duck gizzards, hearts, livers and lungs from slaughtered chickens and ducks with a kitchen knife, add chicken and duck blood, flour, salt and chopped green onion, stir them into stuffing, put them in a pot, and bake them into flatbreads.

The house is filled with fragrance!

The food hasn't been served yet, but the children have already gathered around the table to prepare it.

Mom had already cut it before serving it.

Each child takes a piece, puts it in his mouth, and savors the long-lost aroma of the meat.

Really reluctant to swallow it.

At this time, I can still eat half a piece more, but my mother is reluctant to eat it and gives it to us!

When I grew up, I did it many times myself!

It smells good, but I always feel like it's missing something?

Mom's love!

In our land of Jingchu, there is a custom of eating fish cakes at grand banquets. This dish will be served during every red and white event and the Spring Festival. The craftsmanship is quite complicated. The fish is a big fish, usually big grass carp, with the bones removed and the meat left. Eggs

Yellow, fatty meat, plus ginger and other condiments, are steamed in the steaming cabinet. In the early years, after the fish cakes were steamed, some people even put down small whips to celebrate. Now this scene no longer exists, and living standards have improved.

No, I don’t care about it anymore.

It is said that when educated youths went to the mountains and countryside, a young man from Wuhan who went to the countryside accompanied the production team leader to a team member's home. When he saw this dish for the first time, he ate 5 or 6 slices in one go. Now he was very anxious.

Captain, the captain stepped on his feet hard under the table, and the young man realized that something was wrong. Sure enough, the captain took out a notebook from his pocket, wrote a few words on it, and handed it to the young man. The young man took it without reading it, maybe he wanted to

Showing off his literacy skills, he read out loud in Wuhan dialect: Little comrade, each person is only allowed two slices of fish cake, so don’t eat other people’s portions.

After finishing reading, the table fell silent. The young man was blushing with embarrassment, but he still laughed at himself: I said this dish was so delicious, but it turned out that there were indicators, and it was so rigid. It was embarrassing.

At that time, people generally did not eat the fish cakes on the table. Each person had two pieces, and most of them were wrapped in prepared paper and taken home for the elderly to taste. Living standards were low at that time, so this was considered a relatively expensive dish.

Years later, every time I see fish cakes, I think of this story, and it still makes me laugh when I think about it.

Yes, I will never forget my grandma’s boiled tilapia and tempeh. I grew up with my grandma. My grandpa passed away relatively early. My uncles all got married and started their own businesses. I went to middle school in the township, and my grandma lived behind the township middle school. It was very close.

, so I can keep my grandmother company while going to school, and I can also give her someone to talk to her heart.