I took my son back to my hometown a few days ago. During the meal, my mother made noodle soup with eggs and cinnamon grass in it. My son couldn't get used to the peculiar fragrance of the cicada, so he gave me all the cicadas, but he still couldn't drink his bowl of soup. His mother quickly grabbed a handful of brown sugar and put it in his bowl, and said, "It will taste better if you sprinkle some sugar on it. When your dad was eating when he was a child, when he couldn't eat anymore, I would grab a handful of sugar or put a few drops of sesame oil on it. He was eating so enthusiastically!" My son looked back at me curiously, as if he was laughing at me, and he finished the meal just for a handful of brown sugar or a few drops of sesame oil! There is no bottom line in being a human being, right? Is it too easy to be bribed? In fact, dear son, you don’t have to doubt my bottom line loyalty! Now that I think about it, I was also deceived by your grandma’s “lies”! Seeing my son full of doubts about me, I suddenly remembered my childhood, where there were too many "lies" from my mother that affected me! I believe that if you are reading this article, you will have a feeling in your heart after reading it!

Just like the meal just now, it would not be a bad thing if my mother could coax the rice into my stomach with kind words and some sweetness. However, sometimes, I really don’t want to eat, and trying to persuade me doesn’t work. People often say: If you don’t eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink! My mother was very reasonable and asked me to finish my meal obediently. Because at that time I always had leftover rice and egg-sized steamed buns. If I didn’t finish them, they would be wasted. I even secretly threw the steamed buns into the firewood pile without my mother noticing. Or dump the leftovers into the manure pit where farmyard manure accumulates. I am born in the 1970s. If you also lived in the 1970s, you will deeply understand the importance of food and clothing. At that time, although we farmers in eastern Henan were not starving or freezing, we were still struggling with food and clothing. Throughout the year, we could only eat pure wheat flour buns during the Spring Festival, and the rest were corn flour and red taro noodles! I still remember that I once ate steamed buns made from elm leaves! Material life is difficult, and housewives are careful about food. Even more reluctant to let us children who have never done anything difficult go to waste! In order to prevent me from secretly throwing away some leftover steamed buns, my mother often likes to give me some sweet treats. If she still can't stop me, my mother will tell me a scary-sounding proverb: "The leftover steamed buns turn into little monkeys; leftover steamed buns turn into little monkeys; "Fan Heer, turn into a donkey!" Maybe now you are full of expectations for the cute little donkey and the lively little monkey, and find it super fun. That's because you and I don't live in the same era. The donkeys in my memory were all used to pull mills and plow fields! Especially the donkeys in Lamo have "donkey eyesores" on their heads that cover both sides of their eyes, so that they don't feel like they are spinning in circles, and they naively think they are walking in a straight line! On the ground outside the stone mill, there was a circle of deep pits trampled by the donkeys that kept turning in circles. Once he slackens off, the master's whip will fall on him, causing the donkey to moan miserably. The donkey was so tired that it was dripping with water. In the end, the owner only gave him a few handfuls of wheat straw to satisfy his hunger. I was scared when I saw it. Who wants to become a beaten and frustrated donkey? And that little monkey, in the 1970s, there was no electricity in rural areas. Sometimes, to watch a movie, he would run several miles to a neighboring village! Not to mention having television, cultural life is extremely poor. Sometimes, after waiting for a year and a half, a monkey player comes to the village, and the whole village comes out, and even people from neighboring villages come to watch the fun. In order to win everyone's applause, monkey players always make the monkeys perform various actions. If it fails, raise the whip and beat the monkey hard. The poor little monkey will be beaten until it grins, jumps up and down, and screams from time to time. It’s so chilling to watch! Let me turn into a little monkey and a donkey to be beaten? This is something I would never dare to imagine! what to do? Isn’t it okay if we don’t become them? Therefore, after I was frightened by my mother's words, I never dared to leave any buns. Even now, every time when the meal is over and there are some steamed buns and rice left on the table, I am reluctant to let my wife throw it away! Loosen your belt and eat as much of it as you can! Of course, now I will no longer believe that I will turn into a donkey or a monkey and get whipped. In fact, the most fundamental thing is that it is true that I am not willing to waste food! Sometimes I jokingly say to my wife: "I can't lose weight. First, the food you cook is so delicious, and second, the leftovers at home are forcing me to gain weight." My wife scolded me: "Why don't you say you're a coward?" Dear wife, don't call me a coward, okay? Our current life can be considered stable and prosperous. Is it true that I have a natural hunger for food, as the writer Mo Yan said? I don’t think so. Maybe I still have a phobia in my heart, “Oh! You didn’t go hungry for 58 years! Aren’t I afraid of poverty?” I always laugh at myself! In our hometown, life in 1958 was synonymous with the most difficult life. According to the elders, many people starved to death at that time! In fact, I was born in the 1970s. In life at that time, although people did not starve to death, eating "good noodles" was still a luxury! And I didn’t dare to leave any steamed buns or rice with me. This was a habit that was frightened by my mother’s “lies” about turning into a donkey colt and a little monkey!

Shortly after I graduated from college and started working, I started selling Bafang sesame oil. Then I got married and had children. Now my children have graduated from junior high school. I am over forty years old. Although I have already established a foothold in the city, my household registration and ID card belong to the Baiyun Office in Liangyuan District. But I still think that Yucheng Mangzhongqiao is my home, where I have my "city dweller" parents! More than twenty years of urban life has not changed my identity.

I have never spent a Spring Festival in the city. I always go back on New Year’s Eve. I help my parents post Spring Festival couplets in my hometown, take my son to burn paper on ancestral graves, and on New Year’s Day, I help my parents light New Year’s firecrackers and give their parents a pair of children. They kowtow to pay New Year greetings (so that they can receive red envelopes specially prepared by their grandparents), eat Chinese New Year dumplings with their parents, and take their children to visit the homes of elders in the village to send New Year blessings! Also, on the first day of every year, I have to let the children stand close to each other on the back wall of the main room. I draw lines for them with a pen and measure how much they have grown in one year. This habit started when our daughter was three years old, before our son was born. After we had our son, we also asked him to join the line-drawing team! Looking at the two rows of horizontal bars of different widths, one seems to see the real accumulation of time, and one can even feel the weight of time and the madness of time. The people in the village who went out to work have all come back, and they rarely see each other once a year. Wouldn't it be nice to meet up with childhood playmates again and talk about some of the "pranks" from back then? I think this is the flavor of the New Year! It will be the third anniversary of my father's death. In the past three years, I have gone home to visit my mother more and more often. It never lasted more than ten or twenty days, and I always stayed at home for one night, accompanying my mother to pick up old sesame seeds and rotten millet, and then listen to my mother talk about the "Half Moon Talk" in the whole village and surrounding villages! Sometimes, something becomes a fixed topic for my mother's night talks, and I never tire of studying and listening carefully. Because I know that my nearly eighty-year-old mother usually has few devout listeners who can calm down and listen to her story telling. Maybe she doesn’t even remember that she has told it n times! The villagers at home praised me for being filial and listening to my mother's advice. In fact, my honest and kind-hearted fellow villagers, you don’t know that I was also frightened by my mother’s “lies”, and I dare not slack off!

When I was young, my mother always instilled in me the concept of gods between heaven and earth. At that time, I always felt that there was an endless magical power in the world that governed the social order. Just like what we often say now, "people do what they do, and heaven is watching. Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds!" Just like thousands of years of feudal rule, the gods of heaven, earth, and gods are insurmountable! Of course, this is supported by the examples my mother told me, such as: Honoring your parents and elders will move God, and gods will help you! I remember my mother once said: In ancient times, a person served his sick parents with all his heart and soul. One winter, his mother was seriously ill and wanted to eat live carp. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is nowhere to buy. He ran to the frozen river, took off his clothes, and lay on the ice to warm the cold river. Soon, the ice suddenly melted automatically, and two live carps jumped out. After the mother ate them, she recovered naturally; there was another person whose mother was old and seriously ill, and the doctor ordered her to make soup with fresh bamboo shoots to cure her illness. It was also a severe winter, and there were no fresh bamboo shoots at all. Helpless, he ran to the bamboo forest alone sadly, holding the bamboo in his hand and crying. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the ground cracking, and several fresh bamboo shoots grew quickly from the ground. This person took it home and made bamboo shoot soup, and his mother's condition improved. There was another person whose family was poor and whose father was seriously ill and needed animal livers to make medicine. Since he had no money to buy it, he performed a dissection and cut off a piece of his own liver to cure his old father's illness. The most amazing thing is that his liver can automatically regenerate and his wounds can heal naturally. In "Guo Ju's Buried Son" by Henan Zhuizi, Guo Ju and his wife discussed privately to bury their son Guo Chen alive in order to support their old mother and reduce the number of people eating at home. Their good deeds moved the gods. The Jade Emperor decided to help them and asked them to dig out a lot of gold and silver jewelry while they were digging a hole. In this way, their whole family no longer has to worry about eating and saving their lives. Later, his son studied hard and finally won the first prize. There are many other examples. Looking at it from today’s materialistic perspective, you might laugh at my mother and think that is impossible. But at that time, I was in awe and worshiped these heroes who were filial to their parents! I really feel that their filial piety can move heaven and earth, and make the gods from heaven appear! These people really need to be respected by all of us. At that time, I worshiped them as idols or role models! If I also learn from them to observe filial piety and do more good deeds, I believe that all the good deeds I do will be recorded in the credit book by God, and God will surely favor me in the future.

Of course, "Evil will be punished, not without retribution. When the time comes, it will be repaid naturally!" My mother also has vivid examples: "Little Maga, with a long tail, married a daughter-in-law , Forget about mother. Throw mother into a high mountain, bake pancakes, dip them in brown sugar, wife, daughter-in-law, you taste it first!" There are also such unfilial people. I heard that his son retrieved the basket he used to carry his mother from the mountain. When he asked what it was used for, the son replied: "When you get old, I will also use this basket to throw you up the mountain!" "Under pressure from his son, this man reluctantly took the frightened mother into his home! But in life, just make sure you don’t starve to death. Once, he ran to the market early and bought a roast chicken and sneaked into his house. I quickly sent it to my daughter-in-law's house for her and my son to eat, but my son even said he wouldn't give it to grandma. At this time, it suddenly started pouring rain, and there was a loud thunder, which made the wife's hands tremble, and the whole roast chicken fell into the urinal that had not been taken out. What should I do if I can’t eat? Give it to the old woman! The son disagreed, so the man fished it out, wrapped it in paper and went to his mother's house. The poor old mother burst into tears when she saw the roasted chicken, thinking that her son and daughter-in-law had become better! Holding the roast chicken, he called his grandson to come and eat.

But when the old mother smelled it, there was a strange smell. When asked why, the person hesitated and said that it had a different flavor! The old mother was no longer suspicious, just tore off a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, the grandson ran over and was about to stop him, but the man grabbed his ears and pushed him out of the house. The grandson shouted that he could not eat. The man hurriedly went to catch his son. Suddenly, another thunder exploded in the sky, killing the unfilial bastard on the spot. . But the little grandson was safe. The grandson hurriedly ran into his grandma's house, stopped her from eating roast chicken again, and explained the reason. The old mother screamed to the sky: "Heaven makes it rain, and people make death!" Look, this is the sad fate of evildoers! That’s what we said: struck by lightning from the sky! Especially this story made my hair stand on end and made me tremble with fear. It convinced me that every unjust person will be punished by God! Even now, every time when there is heavy rain and there is thunder in the sky, I wonder: "Is there anyone around me who did bad things and was captured by the dragon?" I always feel that the gods in the sky are the most just. Yes, isn’t this what we often say: you can’t hide things from others but from heaven? In our hometown in the rural area of ??eastern Henan, we always loved to sing operas. There was a play called "Luo Cheng's Fortune Telling". My mother's description of the manifestation of the gods was simply superb and superb: Luo Cheng, who was highly skilled in martial arts and young and energetic, was in the hands of the Lord of Hell. He was originally supposed to live to be 73 years old, but because he secretly did five evil things, his life span was shortened by ten years for each of them. For example, when the 36 brothers from Jiajialou came to worship, they all swore poison and drank blood. Luo Cheng secretly didn't finish the wine, so he kept a trick to regret later. He and Qin Qiong were cousins, and they taught each other martial arts in the back garden. Qin Qiong taught them all, but Luo Cheng secretly kept a few tricks. He just wanted to prevent Qin Qiong from surpassing him in martial arts. Before he was twenty-three years old, he married five wives in a row. Each wife was sincerely good to him, but he secretly killed them one by one. Their women were also their parents. Born and raised by parents, what if no one is left behind? He also secretly used a carbine to kill the only son of his sworn brother Shan Xiongxin, and closed the back door of Shan's family (it was outrageous at the time to let Shan's family die); the most outrageous thing was when the king of Tang accepted him. , let the King of Tang chew a chewing ring and wear a saddle, treat him like an ox and a horse, and help the King of Tang walk eight steps with his own hands (in feudal society, the King of Tang is the real Dragon Emperor, this is disrespectful, if not done well, you have to Killing the nine tribes) This is really deceiving both people and heaven! The gods in heaven saw that Luo Chengshi was vicious and ruthlessly took away his fifty years of life. Fifty years of life were taken away without a sentence. This is the best explanation of being punished by God for doing many evil things. In the current reality, when we see arrogant and unreasonable people who oppress good people, they will privately say, "I will never die a good death." !” In fact, this is also a beautiful footnote to our belief that “evil will be punished”! Perhaps when we simple working people face rape and are unable to change the cruel reality, we sincerely hope that God will give us ordinary people justice. Or maybe it was a kind of stupid education given to us people by the people in power, so that people can learn to be good and do good without any evil intentions. Of course, this is no longer something I could comprehend as a child. What I care about is that our divine king of heaven and earth must be upright, distinguish between loyalty and evil, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end!

Regardless of whether my mother’s “lie” contained scientific elements or not, as a young child, I believed it without a doubt. Moreover, since I was a child, I have been like an honest farmer who respects the "Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Constant Rules". I feel that the emperors of all dynasties have divine rights granted by heaven and cannot be surpassed. The examples my mother told made me firmly believe that the gods are in the sky, and there is an invisible ruler measuring everyone's words and deeds. Maybe I am that "foolish citizen" who has always adhered to the idea of ??loyalty to the emperor! From a historical point of view, there may be a bit of small farmer consciousness. Even now, in my forties, I still unswervingly believe in the illusory gods in the sky (even though I don’t go around burning incense and worshiping Buddha!). You may all know that I have been selling Bafang sesame oil for more than 20 years now, and it is considered a well-known brand among Shangqiu specialties. Maybe there is a concept in your consciousness: no one can be a businessman, and even his own father can’t eat pure sesame oil. I don’t deny that some of our colleagues in this industry are exactly what you describe. They make ill-gotten gains through adulteration, bad quality, and substandard goods (using imported genetically modified sesame seeds)! But I stick to my moral bottom line and do not adulterate or make fake products. It’s not that I have a grudge against money and wealth, that I don’t love money, or that I’m self-righteous, but that I have a god living in my heart and a steel scale in my heart. I can pat my chest and say that every penny I earn can withstand the test of God! Today, my business is booming day by day, and many customers praise me. This sense of physical and mental pleasure is better than earning a large amount of unjust money. Now, although I don’t have a luxury car or a house, I am very rich. But I have two children, a stable business, and a stable and prosperous life. I feel that this is the blessing from the gods in heaven! Dear friend, don’t you think that sometimes happiness does not require a lot of wealth, but is reflected in your own feelings?

When my son heard my story about how his mother’s “lies” had frightened me, his eyes widened with admiration on his face. The mother is also full of pride in her "lie" to be able to raise such a well-behaved son. I am also grateful that under the guidance of my mother, I can face customers with a courage worthy of heaven and earth.

Speaking of the invisible and shadowless gods in the sky, guiding my words and deeds, suddenly a sentence from Tsangyang Gyatso came to mind: "The little black seal on it will not pour out the heart, but it will put the shameful and trustworthy ones." The seal is engraved on our chests! "The largest king in the snowy plateau is also the most beautiful lover. Hundreds of years ago, he asked his subjects to know their shame and keep their faith. Perhaps he firmly believed that the Buddha in Tibet protected his country, and the people could do it. Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment! Today, in this mortal world, am I not sticking to my faith and doing things that make me feel at ease?

During the Chinese New Year, people in southern Jiangsu have a dish called braised pork with distiller’s grains. My father makes a few bowls every year and gives one bowl to our children’s family. The meat should be fatter and leaner than lean. Cut into thin slices one centimeter wide. The fat and lean meat should be more than 10 centimeters tall. Put the skin side up, arrange them neatly in a slightly larger bowl, put the rice wine grains on top, put the sauce, and then steam them on the steamed rice every day until they are crispy. Bring a bowl to the table, put a piece in your mouth, the aroma of wine grains and meat are together, fat but not greasy. Even those who don’t usually like to eat meat can still eat two pieces. Now my father is old and can no longer do it. He would spend money to buy a bowl, but we always felt that we couldn’t taste the taste of what our father made!

My mother was born in 1942. After graduating from normal school, she became a teacher. My mother is not only very educated, but also very clever. As long as it is a dish she has seen, through observation, she knows how to make it.

One time, my mother attended a wedding banquet in the city and ate "crispy white meat". When she came back, she began to think about how to make it. During the Spring Festival of that year, my mother finally made it.

Since then, "crispy white meat" has become my mother's specialty.

In the 1970s, eating meat basically had to be around the Chinese New Year. The conditions at home are not good, and both adults and children are looking forward to celebrating the New Year. When we were children, my mother would work hard to raise a pig every year, and start killing the pig at the end of the year.

The mother would use the pig fat to make oil and eat it. But every time, a small piece is left for us to make "crispy white meat".

My mother is very particular about making "crispy white meat".

The mother washed the fat meat and cut it into short strips as thick as a finger. Use appropriate amount of white water and potato starch to make a paste. Then pour oil into the pot, turn to medium heat when it is 60% hot, put the sliced ??fat meat into the pot one by one, fry until it floats, take it out, and fry it twice more. Then boil the sugar sauce. After boiling, pour the fried meat pieces into the pot, turn off the heat, flip the wok, and stir the meat pieces with a spoon so that the sugar juice coats the meat pieces evenly and is ready to be plated. good. When eating, bring a bowl of cold water and eat with water to avoid sticking to your teeth.

In that era, there were very few people who could cook a dish, and those who could eat it were so happy. When we, brothers and sisters, were children, our mother would make us a plate of food every New Year or holiday.

Because my mother has cooking skills, she will be invited to cook banquets for wedding banquets in villages all over the country. My mother would always show off this special skill of "crispy white meat", and people called her "Chef Zhang". She was highly respected wherever she went. When my mother came back from cooking a banquet, she would occasionally secretly take advantage of her position to prepare a package of "crispy white meat" for us to satisfy our cravings. In our childhood, because of the taste of "crispy white meat", it became particularly memorable.

With the continuous improvement of living standards, when we grow up, we will no longer beg our mothers to make "crisp white meat" to eat, so the number of times our mothers make "crispy white meat" becomes less and less. Later, she changed the technique of making "crispy white meat" to making "pot-wrapped pork".

So "Guobao Pork" became a main dish on our family's table during the Spring Festival. Now that my mother has passed away seven years ago, we can no longer eat "crispy white meat". Although "guobaorou" can be eaten in restaurants, it is not my mother's taste.

It’s the Chinese New Year and I miss my mother so much!

My parents’ specialty dishes are braised meatballs, cold lotus root, and spinach dumpling soup.

When I was a child, I always looked forward to the Chinese New Year, because during the Chinese New Year there would be new clothes to wear and delicious food.

Every Chinese New Year, there are three dishes that are indispensable, namely my father’s specialty braised meatballs, cold lotus root and my mother’s spinach pimple soup.

I remember one year there was a severe drought there. There was almost no harvest and food was a problem. Seeing that it was the end of the year, my family had not bought anything for the New Year. My father always hid in the door and smoked one after another... I didn't dare to say anything or ask.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, my fourth uncle, who had not been home for many years, came back from Xinjiang. He carried a bag of things, including a large piece of meat! Seeing that piece of meat, I felt I have been excited for a long time, there is meat to eat this year! Fourth uncle also brought us some dried vegetables, including dried spinach, dried radish, dried beans, and two fresh lotus roots! Instantly, the family felt rich, and there were many vegetables to eat! The most important thing is that my fourth uncle bought me new clothes! I couldn't sleep that night, I was so excited!

With the ingredients available, my father and mother turned them into delicacies. My father made braised meatballs, cold lotus root, and my mother made spinach pimple soup. That year was the most unforgettable year for me. And that year feels like the most delicious year that my father and mother cooked, and I have endless aftertaste!

To this day, every Chinese New Year, I put my parents’ specialty dishes on the dining table. Such an aftertaste! It’s the taste of childhood! It will be unforgettable in this life!

When my mother was still alive, she cooked delicious dishes and was highly praised by her neighbors. Among them, the one called Meicai Braised Pork is my favorite. Choose pork belly that is evenly thick, remove the hair and impurities, and boil it in a pot of water for 40 minutes. Use chopsticks to insert the skin to check whether it is done. Take it out of the pot, cut it into cubes of about three inches, and then soak it in sweet rice wine for later use. Add an appropriate amount of cooking oil in a hot pan. Heat the oil to 80 degrees and fry the pork belly until golden in color. Remove and cool. Slice the cooled and fried pork belly into even slices. Put an appropriate amount of dried prunes in the bottom of a bowl. Arrange the sliced ??meat neatly. , pour white wine, salt, soy sauce and MSG on it, then turn on high heat and steam for one hour. The aroma is fragrant when you smell it when you eat, which whets your appetite. Nowadays, I have my mother’s true legacy and must make a bowl of it during holidays, but I often miss my dear mother.

My mother has passed away many years ago. During the Chinese New Year, she would come over and order pork slices, soybean pork, soybean sprouts, cold dishes, etc., and make soybean cakes and so on. There are countless stories about my mother. Let me tell you one. Once I was picking eggs from the wisps at my house. I kept the ones with white flowers and put the others in pots. I remembered that I sent most of the pots to my neighbor's house, saying they were hers. The chicken comes and lays the eggs. They say that my family is full of reed chickens, and the eggs they lay also have white flowers. If there is nothing else in my family, they should all belong to the neighbors. The neighbor was very moved and later sent over a large bag of local grain. (The person from her family's grain depot) said that my mother also fed the chickens and that she didn't care about it.

If we want to talk about my mother’s specialty dishes, in my memory, I have eaten the dishes my mother has cooked for decades. In terms of taste, I have become accustomed to the dishes my mother cooks. The style and taste of the dishes. I feel that as long as my mother cooks it, every dish is good. I remember that when I was a child, in an era when supplies were scarce, my mother always tried her best to change the most common dishes into our favorites, so that we could still eat all kinds of delicious food in that era. In my memory At that time, every food I ate was delicious. Until now, many of the flavors can only remain in my memory, and I occasionally take them out to savor. At that time, the various pickles, braised pickles, noodle sauce, and black bean sauce my mother made made by me still make me nostalgic and nostalgic. I still remember one dish, which was a steamed cake made with sweet potato leaves by my mother. Even now, I still feel my mouth watering when I think about it. Today I want to introduce my mother’s specialty dish, fish stew. It’s not that what my mother makes is anything new, but that she thinks it’s her child’s favorite thing to eat, so she has to make it herself every time I go home. Sometimes after a long time, my mother will call me and ask me to go home and eat when I have time. I will make fish stew for you. During the holidays, my mother always stews fish herself. Even now that she is older, she still has to make this dish herself and never needs help from others, because she knows that her children like to eat the fish stewed by their mother. I remember that it was in the early 1990s. One time when I came home from school during the holidays, my mother stewed a fish. Our family of five gathered together to eat. I wanted my parents to eat more fish, so I said, Love to eat fish heads. My parents heard that I loved eating fish heads, so they both stretched out their chopsticks and pinched the fish heads toward me. At that time, my brother asked me, brother, are you stupid? I said the fish heads in my mother’s stew are the most delicious. In this way, my parents remembered that I love fish heads most. Every time I go home to stew fish, my parents always advise me to eat the fish head first. Sometimes when my mother stews fish, she will keep the fish head and give it to me. Called me and told me the fish head was saved for me. More than twenty years have passed like this, and now, my parents are old, but they still remember that I love eating fish heads the most, and I still tell my mother that I love eating the fish heads made by my mother the most. Every time I eat fish, I will think of this dish my mother made, and I will feel a warm current in my heart. I think mothers all over the world are the same. As long as their children say they like it, mothers will try their best to satisfy them and never tire of it. Now I never eat fish heads when eating fish outside, but when I get home, I still tell my mother that I love fish heads the most, and my mother will still leave the fish heads to me. I really pity the parents in the world. Friends, which of your parents’ dishes do you like best?

Even though our family has a good economy, the food we eat is not as good as in a big canteen

My father used to make a kind of jar dish every Chinese New Year. This kind of dish has basically been lost. Haven't heard of it in years. It's too much trouble for me to be the main one. This dish is a cold dish, but it is a huge undertaking. In the past, there was a burning altar for making the dish, but now we use a high pot. There are many kinds of vegetables, including pig's trotters, pig's knuckles, pig's tail, pig's head, beef tongue, tripe, beef ribs, fat-headed fish, carp, squid, dried eel, mushrooms, red millet, spring bamboo shoots, radish, cabbage, chestnuts, Dates, whole chicken. You can add any kind of meat, vegetables, or fish. Cut everything into pieces.

Arrange one layer of vegetables, one layer of meat, and one layer of fish, with radishes on the lowest layer, all the way to the mouth of the pot. Add onions, ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, aniseed, sea rice, dried small seafood, and broth; most importantly, do not use any high-pigment seasonings. Cook over medium heat for 4-6 hours. When cooking, add Skim off the oil. After cooking, remove the pot and put it in a cool place overnight. The vegetables will become frozen and you can eat them layer by layer. You can eat them for about a week.

The color is white, crystal clear and lovely, the taste is unique and especially delicious, it looks very much like crystal chicken!