He said food cooked with love is delicious.

Text/Potato Silk

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I have always had a mysterious love for food, as if I was born with a romantic element driving me Keep looking for delicious food. I don’t consider myself a foodie, because foodies have certain requirements for the quality of food. I usually call myself a foodie, because I can accept food as long as it's not unpalatable, and I can eat an amazing amount of it. Unlike a foodie who only tastes it, once I really like a certain food, I must eat enough to be satisfied.

I also like to write introductions to food. An ordinary food is described in literary and artistic language with its unique color, aroma, and taste. When people read the introduction of the food, their index fingers will move, and they will feel as if they have already seen it before their eyes. Food prototype. I inherited my romanticism from my mother, a young girl who used to have a head full of poetic thoughts. But my understanding of food comes from my dad’s words and deeds.

Although I loved food, I hated cooking. I'm tired of the choking fumes and used pots and pans in the kitchen. I always feel that cooking is something only yellow-faced women do. I don’t want to throw in the fireworks in the kitchen, as if that would ruin the poetry of life.

People who don’t know how to cook usually do it because someone else is cooking, so they don’t have to worry about being hungry. If they don’t want to learn and someone else does it, then just be a person who eats and waits to die. Well.

There is a person in my family who is very good at cooking, my father, and he is also my first cooking teacher.

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I have always liked to eat the food cooked by my father. Unfortunately, he is busy with business and is not often at home, so it is difficult to eat the food he cooks. This also leads to I remember every dish he made.

The most unforgettable food in my memory is salt and pepper crayfish and fried small yellow croaker. At that time, my home was a very ordinary rural courtyard, surrounded by mountains, with a large sparkling pond at the door and a green bamboo forest behind the house. I ran freely in the countryside and captured the delicious food in the vast fields.

The pond is set in the center of the field, like an emerald gem dotted with a bright diamond. The pond, where the gentle breeze blows and the water is calm, breeds the unique delicacies of the mountains - wild fish and crayfish.

I don’t look like a girl at all. I always catch fish and shrimps with my friends in the village like a crazy boy. When I am lucky, I can always catch a basin full of fish. and shrimp.

I like to sit on the steps at the door and watch my father kill fish and disembowel shrimps. The sunlight from the door hits his body, extending his tall shadow.

He marinated the washed fish and shrimp with salt and ginger slices for a while, put oil in a pot, and when the oil was hot, he put the fish and shrimp into the pot and fried them until golden, then took them out and let them cool. I always couldn't help but reach out to eat, and my father would stop me loudly: "You don't want your hands anymore, and you will cry to me again when you get burned!"

I watched my father put the chili powder on the side. Sprinkle allspice and five-spice powder on the surface of the small yellow croaker, and use salt and pepper powder to make salt and pepper and sprinkle it on the crayfish. The spicy and fresh aromas intertwined with each other, and the sinful smell spread in the air. Suddenly, I felt that the time was so beautiful.

I couldn't help but pick up a crayfish and put it into my mouth. It was crispy and fragrant, and the meat was tender and firm. I finished it in one plate without realizing it. The small yellow croaker is also spicy and refreshing, crispy and delicious. The ingredients grown in a natural and pure environment exude a fresh and refreshing atmosphere.

Nowadays, you can no longer taste the unique delicacy in barbecue restaurants in the city. You can only relive the taste in memory.

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I have always felt that the food cooked by my father has an indescribable taste. That taste will make you fall in love with food, fall in love with plain but full of fireworks. Life. I never understood how to cook it to get that flavor, but later I realized that it just takes care.

A friend of my father’s opened a restaurant in Yunnan. The restaurant’s signature dish is beer-beer duck, which I heard is unique to Yunnan.

He has been praising this dish since he tasted it, which made me want to eat it too. I told him that you talk about it in front of me every day, which makes me want to eat. Dad said: "If you want to eat, let's cook it!"

"But you don't know how!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how, just learn and cook now."

Dad bought a plump big duck, boiled water, shaved its feathers, and disembowelled it. After a while, the big duck turned into pieces of meat.

He called a friend to ask how to make it. The friend told him to marinate the duck meat with ginger and salt to remove the fishy smell; then fry it in a pan with hot oil, leaving the bottom oil in the pan to stir-fry the seasonings; stir-fry the duck meat; then add beer to stew it. Cook until the duck meat is soft but not rotten and falls off the bone.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely not call to ask for details, but my father is such a person who makes food carefully. He asked his friend what seasonings should be put in and whether there are any special seasonings? How many bottles of wine should be placed on a duck? Ask every detail clearly and then follow the same pattern.

To be honest, the taste of the beer duck is so delicious that it is indescribable. The duck meat has no fishy smell at all. The meat is very soft but not so rotten that it loses its original taste. The heat is just right. The only flaw was that his hands were shaking and he added too much salt, which made me drink a lot of water after eating the beer duck.

My mother teased my father and said that making this dish was a lot of trouble. My father replied that for the sake of deliciousness, it didn’t hurt to bother with it. Since the ingredients cost money, why not make it more delicious?

To make delicious food, you must put your heart into it. Cooking food without your heart is destined to be a waste of ingredients. Just like when my mother cooks a pot of chicken soup and stews all the chicken into dregs, because of the lack of care, the taste of the pot of chicken soup is so unsatisfactory that no one wants to drink it.

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Cooking food with care means integrating the love of life into the food and giving emotion to the food. The biggest role of food should be to comfort the soul, not just to satisfy the hunger.

During my sophomore year, I had acne all over my face due to endocrine disorders. I had to avoid eating many foods while taking Chinese medicine to regulate my body. My diet consists of white porridge, which makes me want to vomit.

I felt aggrieved and said to my father: "I drink porridge every day until I doubt my life. I want to go out to eat."

Dad said that if you want to endure such a situation, If you continue to be laughed at and ridiculed by others with a bad face, you can go out to eat and I won't stop you.

I was just complaining and didn’t really want to go out to eat. I asked my dad, if the doctor said you shouldn’t eat this or touch that, are you asking me to starve to death?

"Starve to death? Just wait, I will cook for you and see if you starve to death."

Dad washed the cabbage carefully and twisted it into small pieces. , put in boiling water, wash the rice and add it to the pot with the cabbage. Bring to a boil over high heat and simmer slowly over low heat. A pot of emerald green and white cabbage porridge is steaming. Dad stirs it slowly with a spoon and tells me, "You have to run on wet roads, and stir porridge."

When cooking porridge, you must stir it frequently, so that the cooked porridge will be smooth, soft and glutinous, fragrant and delicious. This is the secret of cooking porridge that my father told me.

The doctor didn’t let me eat chili peppers for fear of leaving red marks on my face. Dad added a small spoonful of bad chili water to the root of the folded ears and added some salt. The cold zucchini is sour and unexpectedly delicious. Cabbage porridge with cold folded ear root, at that moment I felt that I was eating something delicious.

I had no appetite for several days and actually drank several bowls of porridge. My dad said, whether the food is delicious does not depend on the quality of the ingredients. For example, your mother thinks that eating is just to not starve. People never put much thought into cooking. Even if you give her dragon meat, sea cucumbers, she won't be able to make something delicious.

On the contrary, if you make a meal with your heart, even ordinary ingredients can make top-notch delicious food. Delicious food does not have to be expensive. What is expensive is the thought and emotion. Only food cooked with heart and love can be called delicious. Cooking things casually is a waste of food. It is better not to cook it, otherwise it will not be swallowed and it will be a pity to throw it away.

I suddenly fell in love with that ordinary time, and suddenly fell in love with a life full of fireworks.

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Then I started to learn to cook. It was difficult at first and I often cut my fingers. My cooking techniques were not good, and my hands were covered with burns. The washing and scrubbing made my nails no longer the white color they used to be. But I don’t know why, I just feel very happy, with a kind of indescribable satisfaction and happiness.

In the beginning, the meals I cooked were always dark, either overcooked or undercooked. My parents were not picky and said that as long as they had hot dishes and rice to eat when they got home, it would be fine. , as long as it’s not unpalatable.

Suddenly I felt very guilty. I couldn’t even cook a good meal for them for such a long time, so I started to read online food tutorials and mess around.

If you think a certain dish is delicious when you go out to eat, you must carefully consider the taste and distinguish what seasonings it uses, and you must practice it yourself when you return home.

As time goes by, the cooked meals look good and are edible, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Now I boast that my cooking skills are pretty average, and I even think that the food I cook is much more delicious than the takeout.

I always remember what my father said, you must cook carefully and integrate your love for life into the food. Meals should not just be food to fill the stomach, they are also the carrier of emotions, the warmth of the soul, and the hope for life.

I am comfortable and content in such an ordinary and simple life. Some people may say that I have no pursuits, but everyone's life is inherently different.

If you want to conquer the world, I just want to conquer my own taste buds; if you want to pursue your dreams and go higher and further, I just want to settle down in a corner, grow flowers and vegetables, and have a basket of food. Vegetables, live a peaceful life.

There are always a lot of regrets and losses in life, but love and food cannot be let down. Every piece of food cooked with love is top-notch cuisine, even if the ingredients are extremely ordinary, because with love, it has its own unique nobility and pricelessness.

Loving life starts with cooking three meals a day with care. If you love food, you must be a positive and optimistic person. Only when you are in a good mood can you have a good appetite.

Even if I don’t have anything, at least I can cook. Thinking about it this way, I have advantages. And the food I cook is quite delicious. Being a chef is also a good choice if you lose your job in the future. Life is simply full of hope. How can you not be happy?

Food cooked with love will taste delicious, and people who live with heart will be happy. If you live seriously with three meals a day, you will have the most precious joy and happiness.

Thank you for loving me and me for loving him. From now on, I must cook many, many delicious meals myself, and taste the fireworks and excitement in life with the people who love me and the people I love.

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Yangtao Sisi, a girl full of romantic fantasies, is committed to pursuing a poetic and picturesque life. She loves writing, food, life, cute pets, and nostalgic "old" girl. I am willing to use my pen to write about warmth and record the light and shadow in the passing years.

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