A good meal can solve 80% of the problems.

There is a plot in the novel Xu Sanguan selling Blood:

Xu Sanguan's wife was criticized in the square, and he went to deliver food. Open the lunch box and there is only plain rice but no vegetables. When someone came to have a look, Xu Sanguan put the lunch box under his nose and roared, "you see, there is no food!" Don't feed the bad guys! I want to draw a clear line with her!

When the family left, he whispered in his wife's ear:

The food is under the rice, and the braised meat is cooked in soy sauce, which my sons don't know. Just cook it for you, eat it quickly and don't let anyone see it.

As soon as the chopsticks are pulled, there is indeed a lot of meat hidden under the white rice.

Every time I read it, I was touched.

The Chinese nation has been a nation with developed food culture since ancient times, and everyone has a taste of nostalgia, which is branded into the deepest memory of life.

Think about it carefully, although the food itself is not much, but that you are most impressed by the taste, which must contain unlimited warmth, giving and love.

The world of adults is full of hardship and bitterness, but fortunately there are three meals a day. Those stories that can be told are all interesting to tell.

When I broke up with my ex-boyfriend for three months, I received a package he sent anonymously. It was an Elvis Durian.

Later, we made up.

When I told my friends, they all laughed at me that foodie could not stand the temptation.

I am noncommittal. This boy, who is still in school, comes to see me on a hard-seat train for more than ten hours every month. He remembers all my likes and dislikes and tolerates a bad temper that I can't even bear. Even if I leave first, he also says to me with restraint: be good.

There are only a handful of people in the world who are willing to spend 99% on us, one less than one.

We always walk a mountain to look at a mountain, fall in other places to break the head before thinking of the missed sincerity.

It is precious to cherish in this life.

It is not rare to dare to love, but it is rare to persist.

My father cooks good noodles.

It is a bowl of noodles under clear soup and little water, with red oil stars floating with chilli oil, floating a few rice pepper seeds and chopped onions, which looks very appetizing.

In fact, because the family was very poor at that time, in order to cook something delicious, my father would bring back a handful of rice pepper, sesame pepper, star anise and cinnamon from the vegetable market every weekend, mixed with oil, and slowly fried into chili oil over low heat.

After that, when eating, mix a small spoon with each dish. Especially at the following time, even if there is no water in the soup, the fragrance is delicious and mouth-watering, and everyone eats soundly and unfinished.

Every time he is unhappy, he will happily lean over and say, "it's all right. I'll give you a bowl of chili noodles."

After eating a bowl of noodles with his head buried, he would happily think of a solution with me. When I grew up, I paid more attention to health for physical reasons, but every time I went out to a restaurant to see the chili oil on someone else's table, I would think of my father, my childhood, my chili oil.

That bowl of chili oil represents the philosophy of life that my father taught me:

No matter how difficult life is, you can blossom out of it if you live with your heart.

When I was a child, I traveled to Yunnan with my parents.

When it came to the meal time, they took me a long way to eat in a snack street far from the scenic spot, because the price was 1/3 cheaper than that of the scenic spot.

We stopped in front of a small restaurant selling roast chicken that was doing activities, and the restaurant owner said there was a full reduction that day.

Then my parents discussed for a long time in front of the restaurant about how to order food to match it with the best value for money.

At that moment, I stood on the street very embarrassed: why do we have to for more than ten yuan, so disgraceful.

Maybe that kind of experience hurts my fragile self-esteem. I don't like chicken all the time.

When I grow up, I work very hard to earn money.

Want to give the family a better life, but also to protect their fragile self-esteem, as well as insignificant vanity.

Sometimes, we try not to be rich and rich, but to live a disgraceful life because of money.

The man in the shop selling hot and dry noodles in Beijing is a little humorous.

Every time I go there, the man will ask me seriously:

Do you want to add chili?

I smiled and answered:

Why, you won't panic when you eat hot and dry noodles and chili in the morning!

A bowl of excellent hot and dry noodles should be dusted just right, sprinkled with chives, spicy pickled radish, pickled beans, crunchy peas, and sesame sauce on each noodle.

Although the taste here is always so bad, it is still the store that I patronize the most.

Perhaps only people from Hubei can understand a Wuhan person's feelings for hot and dry noodles.

Just like Sichuan and Chongqing can not do without hot pot, Lanzhou can not do without ramen, Hubei people can not erase the memory of hot and dry noodles.

So even if they gather in Beijing, people in Sichuan and Chongqing still order hot pot, people in Lanzhou prefer pasta, people in Fujian have several mouthfuls of fish, and people in Wuhan want hot and dry noodles more often than they miss home.

As the writer Xu Feng said:

Hot and dry noodles are hot in the blood of Wuhan people.

People who eat food from their hometown outside never expect the taste, but simply look for a sense of peace of mind.

Everyone praised me for making good dumplings.

Chinese cabbage and pork stuffing, leek egg stuffing, shiitake mushroom lean meat stuffing full of skin and fresh ingredients.

Ever since I was as tall as the stove, I began to pick up food by myself, so I was fat and capable. By the time I was in college, with a mini pot worth 50 yuan, I could carry a dormitory tube on my back and make a full table for my hungry roommates.

Another advantage of fat people is that they don't care. The first bite out of the pot is willing to be eaten by others, and he is responsible for sweeping the bottom.

So I am popular, probably everyone is more realistic, after all, there is something to eat with the fat man.

A group of people are lively, and when I am alone, I don't treat myself badly when I eat.

The most difficult time is when my girlfriend just broke up with me and just got to work, with a few steel bars jingling in my pocket.

But every other weekend, I will set aside an hour to go to the supermarket to buy some materials, not quick-frozen, must be my own noodles, and stuffing, the next bowl of hot dumplings. In the dark, brush two NBA, pour two dishes of vinegar to chew slowly, what else is there to be happy in life?

In fact, this is my grandmother told me, she often said that people can eat before they can live a good life.

It is probably Li Bihua's sentence:

When eating, you only want the consequences, not the antecedents.

When we first got together, I was a sophomore.

Once when I caught a cold, I complained that I couldn't eat too much. The next day he brought me a pot of Minced Pork Congee with Preserved Egg stewed by himself. He said he asked my classmates around and knew that I didn't like sweet porridge.

Then he dragged me to the grandstand of the playground and drank with a pot. He saw that it was a little hard for me to hold a pot bigger than my head and grabbed my spoon and fed it to me one by one.

Two young men blushed, ate up the pot without saying a word, and then I kissed him for the first time

Later, he cheated on us and we split up. I heard that he went to Guangzhou. I don't know if he will think of our kiss that day when he drinks the fresh salty taste of soft glutinous rice in that city with porridge everywhere.

Many people have asked me if I would hate him and blame him. To be honest, I did at first, but then I didn't.

I know I've been truly loved and cared for. As long as two people have been sincere to each other, live up to love.

Radish sparerib soup is a kind of food that will bring me back to life.

My stomach is not very good, the older generation in my hometown often told my mother that soup is better for the stomach.

Therefore, a cup of radish sparerib soup is my most frequent dish.

Especially when working late at night. Stewed to a slightly hot temperature in an earthen pot, the radish is soft but not rotten, the meat is just right chewy, and the soup is clear and slightly oily. As soon as I took a sip, the hot air swelled my stomach.

One weekend, I went shopping with her.

Early in the morning, she called me up and picked me out in front of many meat stalls for a long time, picking and reading:

It needs this color to be fresh, the fat and thin pigs are local pigs, and the meat quality of this section is good.

I spend more time in front of the meat stall than at the other stalls combined.

I was a little embarrassed, a little annoyed, a little distressed, but also moved.

There is a person in this world who should work so hard to make you a cup of soup.

There is a passage in "Please answer 1988":

Every once in a while, my mother makes me feel ashamed.

Why doesn't the mother even have the most face and self-esteem?

I used to be very angry about it.

But I didn't understand at the time.

It was because of me.

Because I am the one my mother cherishes and wants to protect more than myself.

In the adult world, the taste of ups and downs is hidden in a bowl of food.

Everyone has a taste of nostalgia in his or her life. There is always a bowl of rice that makes you cry.

When we are happy, eat spicy crayfish, sweet-scented osmanthus red bean paste, Pan-Fried Steamed Bun, red oil rice tofu, pancake fruit, spicy lotus root slices, imperial concubine cold noodles, Guilin rice noodles, duck blood vermicelli, donkey meat fire, mutton kebabs, Pea Cake, coconut rice, cat ears, bamboo shoots jelly, minced noodles, steamed chicken, steamed goose tiger, yogurt popsicle, sugar oil poop, Noodles, Sichuan Style, sea oyster fried, steamed bar steamed

When we are unhappy, we eat glutinous rice chicken, Mao Xuewang, taro, hoof soup, string incense, Loach noodles, Chongming cake, Hainanese Chicken Rice, roast meat dumplings, shredded taro, Portuguese egg tart, Poyang Lake lion head, butter cake, number one bean, grilled horse step fish, Chilled Mango Sago Cream with Pomelo, yak yogurt, spicy duck neck, roast immortal grass, sweet wine, flavor shrimp, Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish

Swallow that hot air, spit out is the strength to support us to continue to live.

There is an old Chinese saying that food is the most important thing for the people, and one vegetable and one meal is hard to come by. Taste every soup and water carefully.

Eat it, get through it, no matter how difficult the world is, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Having a good meal can solve 80% of life's problems.

Have you eaten today?