In the eyes of the masses, people who can afford a delicious meal should at least eat a few precious ingredients that ordinary people have not eaten and have been to several important banquets at the state banquet level. It is best for the working class to pay for a meal, blow their beards and stare and shout: I can't cook for a month! That can be called a gourmet.
My first impression of China gourmets comes from Lu's Gourmet, which describes a Suzhou gourmet Zhu Zizhi. He described the man as "eating for more than forty years, never to fill his stomach, but to eat some flavor". For a person who loves to eat and knows how to eat, at the very least, "eat the heart when eating vegetables, the tail when eating fish, the yellow when eating eggs and the fat when eating meat". Because Mr. Zhu's eating habits are so bad, the son of the Gaos who runs errands for him is full of anger and vows to cut off this old capitalist tail.
Real gourmets are far taller than novels. They opened Mr. Tang's Eat in China, and a green shark's fin came out: choose the best small ribs, cook them well, stew them with chicken soup, then use big purple abalone, real cloud legs, with well-cooked fried chicken, and wrap the chicken skin with fresh lotus leaves ... Stop, the effort spent here is not enough.
But what does this oriental food eat? It turned out to be nothing more than fried noodles, pork chop rice, Guandong cooking ... all kinds of things on the street. In one episode, an understanding shopkeeper asked, Sir, do you have anything you hate to eat? Brother Goro was surprised (probably can't think of anything that can't be delicious) and said, I will eat anything. He seems to be here to show us the most childish side of middle-aged men. He wants to eat, loves to eat, and can't help eating. In his mind, eating is more wonderful than getting rich and more delicious than love. But he didn't eat crazy. This man just stopped to see Chestnut Dafu coming on the market. He must have crossed over to buy one and ate it right away. His delicious food never seems to bother. Unlike many people in China who believe that tangerines are bitter oranges, a drunken chicken consigned by air has fried half a dozen egg tarts, and his mouth is watering. Or once you enter the doorway of food, you always fly to Paris twice a year to eat Michelin and go to Tokyo several times to buy ingredients. People bought a bottle of coconut milk in Zhonghua supermarket, and they were still very happy.
In fact, this "lonely gourmet" should be called "lonely gourmet". At the beginning of each episode of TV series, the voice-over will happily say a line to the effect that what you want at that moment is the greatest freedom in modern society when you are completely immersed in eating. Goro's title as a gourmet does not quite meet the standards of Chinese people, but as a lone ranger, he is definitely a master. An unmarried middle-aged man can dress himself meticulously when he goes out, and can't find anything wrong from head to toe. He is already the top grade of the lone ranger. The most terrible thing about this man is that he can make the activity of eating alone so realistic. I remember the year before last in Beijing, it was really terrible to eat alone, and 7 1 1 could only eat two bites. The New Year's Eve dinner of the people of the Imperial Capital is grouped in spicy incense pots without a little elegance, and a little more elegance becomes a spicy temptation. I never remember that the food in these two families has any other taste except terrible spicy. However, a group of jokes about drifting north are so vivid that people have to sacrifice their lives for justice even if the food tastes bad. It's a place where you can't live without friends. The food is terrible and life is terrible. No more three friends and two friends who tell jokes are walking around each other. Living is no different from eating shit.
Japan is different. The difference is that once the society develops to a certain extent, human feelings generally stop at saying thank you and will never burn to the point of inviting you to dinner. Fortunately, the food is enough to comfort people. This dish is not far from the ends of the earth, and it is not so expensive that it is black in both eyes. It is everywhere at the end of the alley. The hero must be as happy as a fairy when he burps and smokes a cigarette after dinner.
Because he wants very little, he has no reason to be unhappy. Eating well is a blessing, and eating well is an unexpected surprise. Eating a bowl of tomato spaghetti with hamburger meat, the old man next to him said, I never believe in nutrition. At this age, it is best to eat and drink well.
I haven't been to Japan, but I read a report that Japan is an alien planet. Although the people above are all human, they are not very expressive. The happiest thing for these humans seems to be to go to a food stall, queue for half an hour to buy a fried meat pie, and then say "Oh, a west" with satisfaction.
So, a lonely person can find his own happiness, even if this happiness is brought by fried pork chops, so what? Is the happiness of a wife greater than this happiness? It may not be known. Unfortunately, most people can't agree with this view. If you are unmarried at the age of 30, one day you will be happy because you want to eat a hairy crab. Probably everyone will treat you as a madman and advise you to eat less. Who else can you marry?
Even if you are a country with high-class gourmets, you are not allowed to have a lifelong love affair with food. There is no doubt that he is a pervert, so I have to go to a Japanese drama to see how this uncle stepped into the abyss of metamorphosis and happiness.