Steaming, frying, frying, boiling... These are all of the life we are familiar with, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes intense and sometimes gentle. The second daughter is the center of the whole play. She was the smartest and most beautiful among the three children, but she was too sharp and overconfident. In the end, she felt a little lonely looking at her father's happiness. But she is still smart and beautiful. She bought the old house and went into the big kitchen to cook. Thinking about it, she will understand what she wants, and she should know how to get and cherish it; because she has finally understood what she doesn't want, and this is progress .
It's not that they look down on the food of her country (I know that there are many foreigners who are not used to Chinese food, too heavy and too greasy, just like Aunt Liang exaggeratedly said in the film: I cook an egg fried rice, they The alarm at home is about to go off!), I also like the casualness and comfort of eating KFC, but when I am happy or unhappy, I can still comfort myself only by my own taste. Half a bowl of chicken soup with butter, or a mouthful of sweet braised pork. I am not a person who is good at cooking, but when I have a happy event to celebrate, I will find a kitchen full of joy to cook one or two small dishes that I am not very good at. Home is only when you start a kitchen, and when someone eats my food, someone shares my love.
I have always felt that I am strong and independent, but every time I look at food and drink men and women, I feel a little sore in the corners of my eyes. The feeling of a strong home in this piece is impossible not to fall in love with.
What's more valuable is that the family of eating and drinking is also full of contradictions, quarrels, misunderstandings, lies, separation... But so what, we know that there is no feast that never ends, maybe when we are born, no one knows our ideas, and when we finally leave this world, no one understands our ideas. But, we're still under the same roof, eating a meal you've cooked for hours, and telling a story between us can even be a feud. Maybe you will raise the bar when you meet, it's better than being silent when you meet, maybe I think Jiang Duo, you think Jiang Shao, but at least I have tasted this soup. It's like, although I can't understand your thoughts, your choices... But at least I'm listening, I'm listening carefully. Contradictions and misunderstandings are nothing, loneliness and regrets are always inevitable, but in the end, we can still sit together and have a good meal and patiently comment on the ups and downs.
It may be a waste to spend a whole afternoon to prepare dinner, and a full table may be a waste. This kind of behavior may be a kind of stupidity. But I feel that sometimes, someone can let me do this, and someone can accompany me to do it, then it is my blessing. Sometimes such a meal, how can a word be eaten.
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