After reading the second season of China on the tip of the tongue, the story behind each delicious food makes people cry. In particular, I watched the fourth episode of Homeliness, and a long-lost feeling of tears made me want to stop. Every kind of home cooking, cooked by mother, may be faced with the least abundant ingredients, the mother's craftsmanship is not the most exquisite, and the cooking process is not the most complicated. However, through my mother's hands, we also love those home-cooked dishes, and the course of life often becomes our memorable memories.

Come to think of it carefully, it is because my mother is doing it with her heart no matter what kind of food she is eating. Simple ingredients, not very complicated cooking process, mother has enough care and patience. She will not be careless in every link, even in every detail, and try to be as perfect as possible. Some pickles and pickles that need to be developed, she has taken pains to be meticulous and patient. And all this is because the mother has unparalleled love for her children and her family.

I am a northerner and was born in a small village on the Weibei Plateau. Childhood was spent in that most difficult day. Now, every time I recall my hometown, my mother's home-cooked meals become indelible marks. Sorghum noodles, corn porridge, stirred fish, alfalfa steamed buns, wheat noodles, Sophora japonica bumps, egg noodles, and even pickled radish cabbage and potato cakes in winter are all fresh in people's minds. In the era of food shortage, wild vegetables have become the most important food for the stomach. Even so, mother tried her best to satisfy us. I won't forget the tender ground and delicious dandelions in the field after the rain, the potato blocks cooked in the kang cave in winter, and the dry steamed buns baked with tiles-

We grew up, because of mother's home-cooked meals, we became strong. However, we are sad to find that we can never go back to the past, and those days of snuggling up to our mother are gone forever. When mother tries her best to satisfy our stomachs and taste buds, she is getting old. And the taste of our home-cooked food full of happiness and satisfaction is also drifting away. We have gone through the southeast and northwest, and we have traveled all over the world, even across the ocean. The most stubborn and authentic taste left in my memory is still my mother's homely taste!

The so-called delicacies, the so-called popular, when we eat too much, our taste buds become numb, which is the most sad thing. In the world of wanderers, we can change our ways to make meals that are almost real with our mothers, but there is no such thing as the taste of maternal love.