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There is a familiar smell in my memory, warm, like the smell of love, which evokes my deep memory, and I am used to the dishes cooked by my aunt.

As long as I can remember, I have been following my aunt all day. My aunt always says that I am disobedient because I am very picky about my food. I like to listen to my aunt's sloped laughter after she scolded me in a hoarse voice. My aunt can't bear to scold me. I grew up in menstruation's love.

For many years, my favorite meal was cooked by my aunt. I like to eat longevity noodles made by my aunt that can be wrapped around my neck several times when my birthday is unattended. I like to drink the eight-treasure porridge cooked for me by my aunt after a picky breakfast ... without bright colors, rich nutrition, attractive fragrance and delicious taste, but I always feel that the taste inside is strange and unforgettable. My favorite is blue yolk eggs.

When I was in primary school, I lived in my aunt's house. My aunt took care of me like a mother. "Come on! This is a good thing! " Every morning, my aunt scolded me for wanting eggs, but I just didn't look at them. Then I deliberately embarrassed my aunt. I smiled and said, "I only eat eggs with blue yolk." Aunt is really in trouble. From steamed eggs to boiled eggs, from fried eggs to fried eggs, there are different ways to eat on the table every day. My aunt always peels the yolk to see if it is blue. Every time, I always get the same result. I smiled and avoided a difficulty, while my aunt muttered something about what a blue egg yolk was.

Later, I gradually forgot the egg with a blue yolk, and the tea egg soaked for a long time finally recovered. Aunt put a plate of eggs with blue yolk in her hand, and she smiled with satisfaction like a child. Chewing an egg with a blue yolk, I laughed and cried.

In the days to come, there were no different dishes on the dining table. I left my aunt, but I fell in love with the taste of each dish, because there was a lot of care, tolerance and deepest love for me, which was the most unique taste I will always remember. Crossing the threshold of fourteen years old, I finally understand that the taste of love is something I can't repay all my life. I think the description of affection should also include the ordinary, it is not all vigorous, sometimes it is hidden in a subtle place, which needs you to read and verify all your life; It's common and won't be easily found by you, just like an onion. Peel it off layer by layer, and you will burst into tears.