Thoughts on visiting the vegetable market

Some people say that people who can cook are happy.

I want to say that people who can visit the vegetable market are also very happy.

The vegetable market is the most obvious dividing line between work and life. The sense of control in life begins not only with cooking, but also with deciding which dishes to buy.

Fresh food stalls always make me stop for fine products: long and thin green onions are oily, small vegetables are fresh and pleasing to the eye, and white radishes are fresh.

Watery green leafy vegetables are tied into bundles by straw, bright sweet peppers, tomatoes and radishes form colorful blocks, round potatoes form pyramids, and shallots, cucumbers, zucchini and finger-like asparagus are mixed together.

I'm shopping, planning, which dish to buy tonight, and what to go with this dish: stewed tofu with cabbage is delicious and juicy, boiled potatoes with pork belly are soft and waxy, braised eggplant with meat foam is sweeter and better, and then carefully weigh it according to family preferences. Most of the dishes have been collected.

Turn a corner and weigh some meat and pick an old tofu full of juice. In the mobile crowd, it is comfortable and relaxed to search for the fruits and vegetables you want and plan the collocation of various ingredients.