Someone always remembers what you like to eat.

As for eating, I always seem to be satisfied.

When I was a child, my father had a big motorcycle, and one car could accommodate our family of three. I always remember when I was a child, I sat on a big motorcycle and shuttled through the small market with my arms around me. At that time, Wahaha's wrapping paper was opened, and there might be a prize.

When I was young, I only knew that the dishes cooked by my grandparents were delicious. Later, I heard that my grandparents used to open a small restaurant. Grandpa likes to cook fried eggplant for me best. Every time he comes home from high school, he thinks he has time to cook this dish for me.

My aunt and my family will help during the autumn harvest, and my grandparents will prepare meals at home in advance during the busy farming season. I like this season best, because people not only get together, but also talk and laugh at the dinner table. The most vivid picture I remember is sitting under a big banyan tree in summer, holding a big round table and everyone sitting around it. When I was a child, I would argue with my brother for bamboo chairs, watch adults get hot, count from one to thirty with a big cattail fan, and take turns with my brother to keep watch. Eating is also very simple. Grandpa will mix a famous cold dish. At that time, all my attention was focused on why there was only one small hole in the salted duck egg in menstruation.

Grandma can make paper with cooking horns and burnt leaves (similar to burnt leaves of miscellaneous grains pancakes). When I was a child, my family always had dinner at my grandmother's house. Once when I came home in winter, I threw a thermos with a kettle. It seems that when my parents got married, I was badly scolded. Later, we stopped eating, and grandma steamed the rolls and made buns. I just go home with a set of results, and I never take it to heart, so I always fall to the ground. I got a lot of scolding for this when I was a child.

My father is a good driver. He feels like racing when he drives a motorcycle. The exciting but reassuring feeling is still fresh in my memory. There used to be a casserole in our house, and once mom and dad quarreled and broke it. Because I am young, I always cry when my parents quarrel. I remember my parents quarreled fiercely and my mother went out. My drunken father asked me where your mother had gone, and I said it timidly. Dad said it's so late, you should get your mother back quickly. This is the first time I feel that the world of adults is different from that of children. Thinking of my casserole, I thought it was precious when I was a child. It can make a fashionable casserole that is only available on TV, and it also has a lot of room for mom to play freely.

When I was a child, my father had many friends who grew up together. They always like to get together to drink and chat. And I always get snacks from my father after drinking. My mother and I often lie in bed watching TV series, and my father comes back with snacks, which may be casserole, chicken feet, fried dried fish, canned fish and so on. Tell us to get up quickly for dinner.

Many uncles dad plays with are cooks, especially one who is super funny. He is a junior, about my dad's age, but he wants to call me Mr. Dad. I am his little aunt. Every time he comes to my house, he calls me little aunt. I really don't know how to play music. I learn from Doby occasionally, you little nephew. ...

My little nephew is called the third son by everyone. He is most afraid that my dad and my dad have the best time. He is a cook, and he cooks a lot of delicious food for me. I have the impression that my father will call him if I don't know how to do what I bought. Sometimes he will come directly to my house. What impressed me the most was a downturn, when he made me shredded yam to eat.

My father has many friends in his hometown. He always lets his friends' children play with me. Dad thinks I'm unhappy if I don't laugh, introverted if I don't go out to play, and unable to talk if I don't talk. He is very worried about me, so when I want to repeat the college entrance examination, he asks everyone's sister to come to my house to play every day. When I go to college, let Saner come to my house to cook. According to the custom of the autumn moon, this is probably a school banquet.

There is a big iron gate in my grandfather's house. The iron gate is very high, with a gap of about 20 cm below. Grandma used to take a baffle there when she raised rabbits. I remember when I was a child, I used to drill under it. The first time I climbed, I climbed slowly and tightly, which was very uncomfortable. Get used to it and you'll get used to it. Later, I heard my father describe it. He said that sometimes when his mother and a sister-in-law were playing in my house, I would climb over to my grandmother's house to find food when I was hungry.

In fact, there is nothing to eat in the north for the holidays. Almost like the online saying, I will eat jiaozi on any holiday. My mother is very busy. She is not very good at cooking. Every holiday, the task of improving life will be placed on grandparents. I remember in high school, every Sunday, menstruation would always go to grandma's house, so we would package jiaozi together. I have to roll the dumpling skin alone to catch up with their hand speed of wrapping together.

I was naughty when I was a child, and my parents burned out the TV set when they got married. I remember when my father came home during the Spring Festival, and my mother tried to kill me. My dad pulled me aside and asked me to go out for two days. I took refuge in my third grandmother's house, where there were always many snacks and fruits. That time, I stood quietly, probably knowing that I had done something wrong. I remember everyone told me that it didn't matter, and your mother would be fine if she was angry. Children can't forget their hearts, and they will forget it after playing with their sister-in-law for a while.

Later, I went to live with my grandmother. Grandma is over eighty years old, and I am a child of about ten years old. Get up early for school in the morning, and sleep is dishonest. Everyone advised my grandmother that this would not work. I'm afraid to go to school too early to disturb her, and I'm afraid to wake her up and have a bad rest. At that time, grandma was still very healthy and warmed a little white wine by the fire every day. Watch TV and talk about her prime.

She took good care of me, too. The old man wakes up early every day, although he complains that I sleep and kick her every day. But I'm probably glad she has company. I learned a lot from my experienced elders, a lot of past events, a lot of people, and I still think she is great. I will still think of her in my midnight dream, but before I know it, she has been gone for three years.

It is difficult for grandma to cook a big family meal now, but she will cook handmade noodles for me when I go home. I remember once, an uncle saw me holding uncooked noodles and praised grandma for her good knife skills.

Everything is changing. The only thing that remains unchanged in my family is the apple. My brother and I love apples very much, so no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter the price. There must be endless apples in my house.

After I went to college, what I didn't dare to touch was jiaozi and Xiao Mian. Because my father spent some time in Shanxi before, my family grew up eating Daoxiao Noodles. Eating out always doesn't taste like mom. There is a standard to judge what you often eat. Eating out will make you miss your hometown and homesick.

Working in Hangzhou, the boss always takes us to dinner. He knows which restaurant has its own characteristics and which restaurant has fresh ingredients. Let me know that you can rinse beef hot pot fritters, learn to drink yellow wine and eat the best fish head tofu ... Thanks for eating in Hangzhou, I still remember the second pier noodles, Shengzhou tofu, glutinous rice and old bread. ...

I went to my uncle's house for dinner again today. My uncle is good at cooking. I remember the first time I ate squid was when he came back from outside and his parents were not at home. Then he asked me to go to his house for dinner. I didn't go. He cooked it and took it to my house to eat.

In a trance, I was recently moved by a joke that I love tofu. Because I often talk about it, remember that I love fish. Therefore, I will order these dishes for me when I go to eat, cook and order. If I don't say it, I will be moved silently. Sometimes you say, I remember you love to eat, and I cry easily.

This article is only to commemorate my food from snacks.