Send braised pork, tell me how to say it.

"Do you know why I like to invite you to dinner?"

"Because you like me!"

"Superficial articles, don't have to pay for packing boxes to eat with you. Look at this pot of braised pork, even the soup has been stripped for you. "

"Are you complimenting me?"

"yes."

"Good food must be eaten clean, and it is difficult to explain it clearly to a rich boy like you."

"No need to explain, I don't have time to listen."

"Slice. Give me another bowl of rice. "

" - 。"

Third-rate watching Zhuangzi ransacked the food, and gave him a plate of braised pork. Zhuangzi took two weeks off to go back to his hometown to collect rice. He said that the terraces in his village are all connected with mountains, and when they are irrigated in April and May, they are as beautiful as fairyland. When I went back, I saw the mountains covered with golden yellow, layered on top of each other. Every year, many photographers go to the village to take pictures, and they live for weeks at a time. He never understood that these photographers don't have to go to work.

Zhuangzi didn't come back until the afternoon. When the third-rate went to meet him at the station, there was no one at the exit. Suddenly, someone slapped him heavily on the shoulder. When I turned around, I saw a tall black man with glasses smiling at himself. Zhuangzi lost a circle alive, his fair skin became dark, and his hair was shaved like a brush, just like a soldier who had just returned from military experience.

Two people smile at one another, third-rate took Zhuangzi's bag and went back to school together. After getting off the bus, the two went straight into the small restaurant next to the school. Every time they dragged Zhuangzi to improve the food. The braised pork cooked by the proprietress in the shop is particularly delicious. Zhuangzi often said that when I was a child, I ate less meat, but now I can't help myself when I see meat.

In a roadside shop in early summer, two young people sat at a small table under a bright fluorescent lamp, eating home-cooked food and telling their respective ideals. The wife of shop-owner brought a steaming plate of braised pork, and the third-rate conveniently took it and put it in front of Zhuangzi.

"Eat it while it's hot, but it won't taste good when it's cold."

(2)

"The braised pork in this shop is a specialty. Give it a try! "

"Mmm, it's delicious."

"Eat more, what did you lose?"

"What do you know? I am very happy now. "

"Do you want to come back and help me?"

"No, how much can you give me? I am not short of money! "

"See you show off in an ostentatious manner. You really can't change your nature. "

"It's not easy for you to earn that money. We just need to live happily. "

"Well, well, it's up to you."

"Give me another bowl of rice!"

"The thinner you are, the more you can eat."

Third-rate like a starving child, forgot Zhuangzi's complicated eyes, gulped down the braised pork in a bowl, and his mouth was stained with a little dark red gravy. Zhuangzi looked at him as if he had returned to the small restaurant next to the university ten years ago. After graduation, the third-rate went to Guizhou to teach, giving up the superior conditions at home and determined to go to the hinterland to shed the sweat of youth. Zhuangzi stayed in Nanjing, and after struggling in a foreign-funded enterprise for several years, he founded a foreign trade company in partnership with his classmates.

"Aren't you going to come back?"

"My wife and children are there. What are you doing back? "

"Your parents are in Nanjing!"

"Take my parents to support the elderly another day."

"It's strange that they are not angry with you."

"Don't worry, it won't. You are doing very well. Are you comfortable as a boss? "

"Too busy, everything else is fine."

Zhuangzi managed to persuade a third-rate student to come back to attend the school celebration and get together with some classmates who work in Nanjing. This is a very petty-bourgeois restaurant. Zhuangzi often comes to dinner with colleagues, and braised pork is a must. Several subordinates know that he likes to eat braised pork, and even if he works overtime, he will choose a restaurant with delicious braised pork. But now, he has rarely touched that plate of meat, and he hasn't eaten it so easily for a long time!

"Don't you have any meat there?"

"Yes, but I won't kill a pig!"

"impossible!"

"yes."

"Eat it while it's hot, but it won't taste good when it's cold."

(3)

"Come and try my braised pork!"

"Wow, it's delicious!"

"Practice hard for ten years."

"Blow it, I'll have a bite first!"

"How about it?"

"There are two sons, fat but not greasy, instant in the mouth and delicious."

"Thank you for your compliment."

"Bring the wine quickly."

"Well-"

Zhuangzi happily took out a bottle of Wuliangye from the kitchen. The table was full of people, and the children were all laughing and eating vegetables. Zhuangzi's daughter has just been admitted to Nanjing University. He is very happy. He wanted to invite the third-rate family to a restaurant for dinner, but the third-rate insisted on eating his braised pork and had to cook it with his parents. At five o'clock in the morning, he went to the market to buy vegetables, selected good fish and fresh vegetables, and was busy in the kitchen all morning.

Six years ago, a third-rate father had a cerebral infarction and could not take care of himself. Third-rate returned to Nanjing with his wife and children. Zhuangzi also bought a house in Nanjing and settled down. The two families often eat together, and the braised pork in Zhuangzi is getting better and better, and the third-rate keeps praising it every time.

The children are all sitting at the table, looking forward to the coming college life. Third-rate took the braised pork handed by Zhuangzi and put it in the middle of the table, greeting the children to eat quickly. Zhuangzi also sat down and poured a glass of wine for the third-rate, as if they were back in the small restaurant.

"Eat it while it's hot, but it won't taste good when it's cold."

Years are like songs, you and I are still the same.