When I was a child, I thought it was romantic to eat steak and drink red wine under the flickering candlelight. The sound of knives and forks colliding from time to time in silence can hit my heart every time. Now when I grow up, I slowly discover that romance is actually just a very extravagant thing. I eat the same thing every day, and slowly I have a feeling that three meals a day is just to complete the task. So every weekend, I like to cook some favorite dishes at home by myself, and then a pot of old wine will solve my worries.
Of all the cuisines in the world, only family cuisine is my heart. It's not that I don't like the delicious food outside, but I feel more and more that restaurants are getting bigger and more luxurious now, and we are eating more and more variety. Going on a business trip to other places and looking for a Hunan restaurant casually, even an ordinary small fried meat is less powerful than that of Hunan people, and sometimes it always has a trace of moisture. Like people, the food has begun to become impetuous.
I remember when I was in middle school, in a small restaurant in front of the school, I used a big bowl to hold a bowl of rice, a spoonful of vegetables in the bowl, and a bowl of vegetarian soup. Even the vegetable juice mixed with rice was so delicious and appetizing. Because the restaurant owner met his mother, later his mother specifically told the boss that my son would eat here at noon every day and I would settle the bill on weekends. So I ate there for a long time and still miss it.
After entering the military camp from school, because of food discomfort, I couldn't adapt to the spicy food in Sichuan, so that Xin Binglian's mouth was cracked for several months. Every time he shouted slogans, his lips were easily cracked and bloodshot. Later, after getting used to it, I became less melodramatic.
In the army, because the chief's hometown is also in Hunan, he is very close to my home, so he is naturally kind. After living in the military camp for seven or eight years, he cares for me as if he were his own son. To tell the truth, in fact, the food in the army canteen is not bad at all, but I always love to go to the head's house for dinner. The head is from a cookhouse squad, and he is good at home cooking. Sometimes when he is homesick, eating a bite will make people cry. In the army, he usually cooks meals at home except for his work, and I often go to help him. At that time, I felt that his hometown specialties, such as bacon and sausage, could not be eaten all year round. Every time he fried dried radish, fried bacon, fried bee pupa with dried pepper, fried tomatoes with green pepper, scrambled eggs, and a lot of pickled sauerkraut, etc., these were not eaten in the army canteen.
Later, many people asked me who I learned from cooking. I always smiled proudly and said, "I learned it from a cookhouse veteran in the army." Really, I learned a lot from him. In the army, he is the Xiangxi man who is highly effective, has an extremely explosive temper, and scolds whenever he says it. He is extremely strict in his work, but he cares for his subordinates in his life. Up to now, few people know that as long as he is at home, he will never let his family members cook in the kitchen. I remember once my aunt smiled and said to me, "How much can a man who doesn't even want to go into the kitchen for a woman love his own woman?" It can be seen that in her eyes, the taste buds with smell, color and temperature are an emotion hidden in her heart, a taste of happiness and a delicacy of love.
? Yes, as a man, we should not only get into the kitchen, but also go far away. If a man is not equal to the stove, how can he be equal to the world?
For a hundred kinds of life, there are a hundred kinds of beauty, a hundred kinds of dishes and a hundred kinds of flavors. If you ask me, what is a person's best state of life in my life? That's nothing more than a few close friends, a bottle of old wine, a few home-cooked stir-fries, a small cup of slow drink and a talk about life, which is enough.
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