Who comes from rivers and lakes, but is imprisoned in the kitchen and love?

After watching the documentary "Human Flavor" and reading Chen Xiaoqing's "The Best in the World" carefully, the deep homesickness is beyond words. Everything and a scene will remind people of childhood. The distance is far away, but love becomes clearer.

one

If we compare the kitchen to a battlefield, my mother is a general. I do logistics, but I am not convinced. She can only boss people around her, but she still has to do it, and one hundred people don't want to.

Every time I go to the kitchen, I think of the way my mother cooks, and there seems to be a "magic sound" in the distance:

"Go, pinch two onions for me."

"Roasted garlic, only two, garlic cloves."

"Peel the ginger so fast, use the bottle cap, or the meat will be gone."

"Beat the leaves of celery with chopsticks."

Sweet potato powder for meat, tender.

"The soup is ready. You can eat it with an egg. "

"The tendons of water spinach should be removed like this, and the old ones are not delicious."

Once I talked about cooking, I said that my mother cooks quickly and often cooks here and washes there. When the food was not ready, she quickly argued that I didn't. I'm just telling you to rest your eyes, or you will watch TV.

two

There is an article "Overall Planning Method" in the high school text, which talks about how to make overall plans for utensils and time in order to achieve optimization. Watching mom cook is a living case.

I saw her flying around several squares in the kitchen, often fighting with several pots. Kelp stew is "glug" in fine steel pot. Stir-fry the waist in the wok with fungus and pepper, cut into diamonds, and the porcelain plate is clear. It was pickled chicken feet with pickled peppers last night. The pressure cooker on one side "poops" rice and sometimes broth. The soup is delicious. In a blink of an eye, the meal was ready before the Hulu Brothers finished watching this episode.

The water and kitchen waste in the middle have already been sorted out. Save the vegetable washing water for cleaning the kitchen, mopping or flushing the toilet. Egg shells are arranged next to the potted plants one by one. Inadvertently, the soup was ready and the chopped green onion fell on the chopping board. ......

Dad likes to eat fried tofu with green peppers in the store. It is long, one finger long, spicy, soft but not rotten, and has a golden shell, one word-fragrant! My mother went to school when she heard about it. The cat leaned over to the cook and asked how to do it. When she came back, she tried to do it. It's always close, and the taste is a little worse. She said that she didn't put so much seasoning in cooking at home. Whenever you meet something delicious, you can see it at the dinner table at home in a few days. My mother is smart and energetic, always full of vitality, and she is full of unspeakable cleverness.

three

My hometown is located at the junction of north and south, and it is a hilly area. My eating habits follow the south. Dinner is vegetables and rice. It is rare to see jiaozi once a year. So this cooking depends mainly on the level of cooking.

It's easier said than done. I ate the delicious Job's tears pumpkin porridge a while ago and went home to taste it. As a result, I cooked for too long. When I was out of the pot, Job's tears, which had been exquisite, had disappeared without a trace. ...

I muttered sadly: Why are the tears of homework not cooked like this by my mother? One by one, beautiful. It's in a crystal bowl, and looking at it makes you happy. How to grasp the time of barley? Mom is awesome.

My friend said that your mother must have tried many times before that, maybe it was the same as you for the first time. It suddenly dawned on me.

It's thought and time. For a long time, my mother cooked for the people she liked, prepared materials, picked vegetables and cooked again and again, pondered our tastes, digested the bad ones, left the delicious ones to us, and changed the patterns for us to the greatest extent within the economic capacity.

From the time I bought food, I had a big idea in my heart about what to cook, how to cut it delicious, beautiful and easy to cook, and I tried to figure it out again and again when I did it, and the heat was balanced with water and salt until my tongue collided with the central nervous system of my brain. Mmm, it's delicious! Don't worry, just wait for the time to pass slowly and the temperature to come.

four

I should be able to cook. Dad told me to learn, saying that you were watching, but at that time, I was playful, and it was time for cartoons when I finished my homework, so I learned to cook? I think cooking is very simple. It's good to have food. I'll learn after dinner! That's what I thought in my heart. The adults didn't force me to wait until the meal was ready. I tried. After eating too much, I can guess exactly when the pork was taken out of the refrigerator. If you eat it in early summer, the meat will be a little tasteless, and no amount of soy sauce and soy sauce can cover it up.

Mom is a living person. I was born in 60 years. At that time, three years of natural disasters flooded my hometown, and loofah could climb vines. After eating loofah in a yard for a summer, I finally got over it, so I developed the habit of never wasting it. If it doesn't taste good, eat it yourself, because it's bought by money, and put it in your own bowl, not for children.

Motherly love, the concentration is extremely high. She will tell you everything her relatives ask. It's so good to do it, I can't wait to do it myself.

When I grow up, I sometimes blame her. I don't want to buy so much food, but everything I cook is a little less. It's not good to keep it in the refrigerator for a long time. It's not what it used to be. I also pay attention to eating well. She talks too much, and she is unhappy. She rolled her eyes and said that you don't want to eat at home when you are old. Don't you like my bad cooking? Dislike the cheap price I bought? My honey juice is embarrassing.

Later I learned that she didn't want to be a useless person.

She loves us and loves us in her way. She is like a child, expecting us to pay attention to her and love her.

Respecting her is a way of loving her.

Every New Year's Eve, my mother will greet a large family of relatives, and more than 20 people will have dinner together, with a pile of dishes and bowls. I am the one who washes the dishes.

Compared with Aauto Quicker's mother, I am like a snail, growing up slowly. I have to put bowls, plates and the like one by one. My mother watched me clean those salt, pepper, pepper and chicken essence boxes one by one, blinked, untied my apron and played happily. I think my mother's work is too rough, and the stove should be clean inside and outside. I don't know where my confidence comes from. I only know how to do logistics. I think I can cook, but I just don't.

Mom said it depends on how a person's cooking is done and the kitchen where he cooks. If it is cleaned quickly, the food will be cooked well. After that, someone else will clean up the kitchen.

In my mother's dictionary, food is delicious and must be cooked beautifully.

After dinner, let's talk about this breakfast-instant noodles with mutton. My mouth watered when I was in this code word.

Stay up late, you can't afford the first morning. When watching the gala, my mother began to tear down the leg of lamb, saying that it was too hot to eat while it was hot, and it would not be easy to tear it down when it was cold.

This mutton is air-dried. Enter the twelfth lunar month, prepare a leg of lamb, hang it under the eaves, and the fat will slowly disappear.

Prepare another piece of bacon, which is pork. A small, not much, fatty thing. Cut into pieces for later use.

Chop the leg of lamb, cook it in a pressure cooker and tear it into strips while it is hot. Put oil in a hot pot, saute chilies and add bacon, then add water and mutton to start stewing soup, boil noodles with boiled water next to it, and add noodles when the mutton soup bubbles.

Then I ate a bowl, not afraid of cold and snow, and the red mutton soup was cooked on the alcohol stove.

After eating, look at the mutton in the pot and have another bowl. Spicy and delicious.

Later, when I arrived in the north, the food was different. The mutton soup in Shan County is white. I sprinkled myself with pepper, spiced powder and spicy coriander, took a bun, and only thought about the bowl of red mutton soup.

After repeating my mother's cooking process, I slowly learned to cook without wasting food and living up to my stomach. Feng Tang asked Faye Yu in Triumph: When you are alone, it is too little to order two dishes and one dish.

I wonder, where can people who can cook encounter these problems? You can have breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same time. ...

However, I have never learned how to tell whether meat should be "cut horizontally" or "cut vertically". Tearing cabbage by hand is easy to learn, but I'm not sure about the red meat on the chopping board. I don't know how to cut it according to the texture to taste better. Then I just gave up.

If my mother was around when I was a child, I would take my hometown as saying: What if I can't even cut the meat well? It means that when I get married in the future, I will make people laugh, then hold a knife, roll my eyes at me and show me gestures, just like a general pointing out how logistics should handle materials and help me.

Later, I went to the fresh supermarket and saw pieces of meat lying in a box. I was so happy that I seemed to find a new way to solve my mother's confrontation.

20 17 February 14, Valentine's Day. I sent a WeChat red envelope to my mother in the name of my father. My father is an introvert and can't express himself. The amount is 520, and my mother is very happy. After a while, my mother gave me a red envelope, and I was very excited. Is it because my mother doesn't want me? Back again? Open it. -5.20 yuan. Ps: I love you a little more than you love me.

Who comes from rivers and lakes, but is imprisoned in the kitchen and love?

Remember those years when my mother and I fell in love and killed each other.

Tao Weiwei

Draft 20 18. 12.3

20 19.2.9 modification