Self-cultivation of eating goods ‖ When it comes to food, your eyes light up ~ Bling ~

In one issue, the Round Table School invited Chen Xiaoqing, the director of China on the Tip of the Tongue. I especially like this director. Seeing him makes people involuntarily think of those days related to food.

Chen Xiaoqing has a crossed face of food orgasm. Whenever he talks about delicious food, it always reminds me of the fragrance of lobster sauce, the purr of Bashu hot pot, the shiny luster when frying meat, the sweet and soft taste buds awakened when sea urchin sushi enters, and the thrill of Chaozhou beef that is now killed. That kind of expression is an itch that can't be forgotten for a long time, and it is memorable.

0 1 Eat delicious food and say delicious food.

When it comes to food, his eyes are always shining, earnest and lively, elegant and casual. He can not only taste the exquisiteness of Michelin's three stars, but also see through the unique hole in the street restaurant. He has never been superstitious about the standard of measuring food. He said, "There are always masters among the people."

There are many legends in Chen Xiaoqing. According to legend, he lost a mobile phone, which contains information about thousands of restaurants-not only how to get to this restaurant, but also what dishes to order, and what matters to remind the waiter, which can be described as a one-stop service for catering information.

Chen Xiaoqing is known as the "scavenger", and he has a map of Beijing cuisine in his mind. "When you can't find a place to eat within the Sixth Ring Road in Beijing, just send him the address, and within five minutes, a restaurant recommendation message will come to you."

This skill is not limited to Chinese mainland. Chen Xiaoqing himself said on the spot when recording the program: Hongkong and Paris, I can.

No wonder Liang Wendao said that he was never an ordinary gourmet. Moreover, a person can be "good" to this extent, which is tantamount to walking around the streets and collecting delicious food from all over the world. Although most of us are delicious, we are still far from his kind of "drill"

Eat food and share food.

On weekdays, we mostly talk about "where to eat" and "what to eat", but we don't know much about "how to eat". Greedy bugs just want to eat delicious food.

Once everyone went to eat Ba people's hot pot, and the waiter brought a plate of hairy belly. We've been staring at it. As soon as the water boiled, we grabbed chopsticks and put them in the pot. Yaya classmates were shocked to see that we didn't catch it.

"And you all eat hairy belly like this! With that, I immediately picked up chopsticks and picked up a corner of the hairy belly, put it in the pot for two or three seconds, then took it out of the soup pot, hung it on my chest for one second, repeated the above actions for about eight times, and then threw the rinsed hairy belly into my bowl. " Try it. How does it taste? ".

Not to mention, the hairy belly scalded by her is crispy and delicious, warm and appropriate, and not old, and the taste is "just right", which makes people doubt life. In popular terms, it is-have I eaten fake hairy belly before? !

Everyone stared at the hairy belly in my bowl. Yaya couldn't bear to live up to public opinion and burned her belly for everyone. The heat wave of hot pot rises slowly, Ya Ya's cheeks are reddish, and everyone's heart is pounding.

Later, every time I ate hot pot, I would think of Ya Ya, and I couldn't forget the way she gave us hairy bellies. It looks really good, like Guanyin bodhisattva in the 86 th edition of Journey to the West. "Sister Guanyin" holds a bottle of clean liuyu in her left hand and a hairy belly in her slender right hand, dancing up and down in the boiling soup. That looks really beautiful, bling~bling~ shiny!

Many years later, I may have forgotten the Ba people's hot pot on Hanwang Road and the fresh ingredients just served by the waiter, but I can't forget Ya Ya's tender hairy belly. She said to me, "You have to rinse the pot seven times before it tastes good."

I still appreciate those good dolls. They not only love to eat, but also want to share them with me.

The principle of eating goods is very strong.

Food, as its name implies, is delicious food. But as a maverick pig, I actually don't like to use the word gourmet.

Because the connotation and extension of food are too broad and not exclusive. Anyone can call anything he likes delicious food. I like to call it delicious.

"Delicious" must be a kind of food that I have tasted personally and won't get tired after eating for a long time-there is expectation before eating and aftertaste after eating.

It brings me not only a simple sensory experience, but also a pleasant spiritual enjoyment. Good food will make people linger on the earth.

Good food will also give me the right to speak. Others say delicious doesn't count, but I think delicious is really good. What if it doesn't taste good? I think it is delicious. Therefore, in hindsight, I feel that people who are willing to accommodate their own tastes deserve special treasure.

What fascinates me most about food is that it finally presents a very detailed collocation process. Without any ingredients and steps, it is impossible. Only when the "weather", "geographical location" and "human harmony" are all ready, the taste will be just right.

Let's talk about the "face code" of Zhajiang Noodles in old Beijing. Sliced heart silk, shredded cucumber and shredded water radish are fresh and delicious; Thin slices of green garlic, small ones that are very tasty, and poorly cooked soybeans add a little bean flavor. Missing one is not a taste.

Stir-fried Pleurotus ostreatus and celery are delicious only after blanching, and the meat slices in carrion noodles should be slowly stewed with soy sauce and rock sugar. The egg liquid of scrambled eggs with tomatoes must be mixed with salt before frying. To cook pineapple rice, you must choose a pineapple that is mostly juicy and mature ~

I have to say that achieving some delicious food is simply a science, metaphysics+philosophy.

Eating food can get energy from food.

If food has any practical value, it must be that it is the source of my creation. Whenever I can't write a copy, I put something in my mouth, and inspiration comes naturally. For example, at the moment, all my stocks have been eaten. What should I do? ! I can't write any more! Turn to the last layer of the drawer, and quietly lie a chocolate wafer with Li Nabaodi, bling~bling~ shining. Hurry up and tear open the package. Delicious entrance, inspiration will come soon ~ Ah ~ What a wonderful experience!

Not to mention tasting delicious food, you can feel the surge of emotion every time you just order food, and you have the feeling of reigning over the world:

Roast duck with diced fish head with Chili, prawns with sweet and sour ribs, and rice noodles with vinegar.

Kidney flower, bean skin, pig red, beer and lamb loin, KFC potatoes and more ketchup!

Eating delicious food can get energy from food and stimulate creative desire, such as these heartfelt delicious poems ~

Eating goods has the action power of food.

Eating food has the action power of food, which is often manifested as an impulsive behavior from perception to action. Greedy bugs go to the brain, say it, and never hesitate. Even if you go up and down the mountain, you will not hesitate. This is a big deal. Let me finish this bite. It can be called the highest realm of eating goods.

Chen Xiaoqing has a deep understanding of this. After the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, on his way to Qingchuan County to deliver goods, he could not move forward because of the collapse of the bridge deck, so he simply went to a nearby small restaurant to eat a fat sausage. Qingchuan is close to Jiangyou, which is the hometown of fat intestines all over the world. ) just after eating the first bite, the aftershock came, and everyone in the restaurant rushed out and ran clean. Chen Xiaoqing followed closely, but in the running, he remembered the taste of fat intestines and risked his life to go back to the table to continue eating. This "gluttonous person" is persistent in food, which can be called "love food more than life".

On weekdays, although we don't often encounter such a profound test, it is not uncommon for us to escape from the take-out in CBD business district on a whim, fly to Lanzhou to eat a bowl of authentic Lamian Noodles, and return to Shaanxi to regain the flavor of our hometown and awaken the numb taste buds elsewhere. At worst, you can always go straight to Xinyi's restaurant.

I still remember when I was a child, my sister and I asked for two yuan from home to eat a snack that was not available locally, and planned to secretly go to the downtown shopping mall 30 kilometers away. I lied to my parents. I didn't get a ride or take a bus. It's a long way. What should I do? I'm worried that the four-wheeled children's bicycle in the corner that has been dusty for a long time has solved our worries.

I took my sister with me, singing and laughing all the way. Although the sky is gloomy and we are big children, the four-wheeled bicycle is rickety and the tire is slightly flat, but when I think about its smell, I can't help but be covered with chicken blood: Forward! Victory is far away, XX brand snacks, here we come ~ ~

After riding for nearly three hours, we finally came to the department store! Carefully take out the wrinkled two-dollar bill that has been soaked with sweat (yes, a whole two-dollar bill was still very common at that time). I held "delicious" in my hand and held it affectionately for nearly three hours. I tore open the package with trepidation and ate a big meal.

My sister said seriously, "Don't worry, let's go home and eat, or we can ride back?"

I looked at the gloomy sky and carefully put the snacks in my trouser pocket, but I didn't eat them after all.

On the way home, my sister drove me. On the way, the sky suddenly thundered and thundered, like a disaster studio near the end of the world. I don't remember how I got home afterwards. I only heard my sister say that I was sitting in the back seat of a bicycle, crying and laughing, saying, I don't want to die, I haven't eaten yet. ...