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The temperature dropped as soon as the "Kaocha" was in decline. Am I the first person to hide back and revisit " Please answer 1988"?
has new discoveries: many key plots happen at the dinner table.
Deshan family is poor, and sometimes the eggs are only enough for my sister and younger brother to eat, and she and her mother eat pickled beans.
When the debt disappears, the happiness is first reflected on the dining table: full of fried eggs, mixed vegetables... Mom smiled and said, "You can eat enough."
—At the dinner table, the family is hungry together and welcoming a good day together.
Deshan's parents quarreled because their mother did not make the mud that their father liked to eat. After reconciling, she brought a whole plate of clay cloves and placed them in the middle of the dining table. At that moment, the couple laughed.
—At the dinner table, the family always quarrels, but they will always make up.
Shuangmendong is as close as a family. When you make delicious food, you will give each other. Your seaweed is delivered to my house, and my salad is delivered to his house...
Aze's house, where the population is thin, has also become full of dishes on the table.
——On the dining table, emotions are flowing, silently expressing "I care about you".
The dining table of each household is the place where "the most things happen" in the family: we quarrel, be silent, and be embarrassed at the dinner table, and we also care for each other, accompany and heal each other at the dinner table.
No matter what happened, go back and have a good meal with your family, the great grievances have all been dispersed, and I believe that everything can get better.
Today, I also collected 9 stories from ordinary people’s dining tables, please read them slowly.
It’s cold. These warm memories about home will give you more courage to face all the cold next.
The first time I went to my boyfriend's house.
He is from Korean. He returns once a year and the whole family comes to have a dinner together. I don’t understand Korean, and when I think of facing the look of people in the room, my scalp is numb.
was nervous all the way. When I found that there was a table of dishes on the dining table, there was not even half a green onion, I suddenly relaxed.
——Boyfriend said I don’t like chopped green onions, and my family kept my preferences in their hearts and “deported” chopped green onions.
3 It’s been more than 43 years, so I’ve been going to my boyfriend’s house for a lot of meals. But the soup brought to my grandma still had no chopped green onions.
When I went home during the holiday, I wrapped rice dumplings with my grandma around the table. I mentioned: I don’t like bean paste.
The portion my grandma gave me later did not have bean paste.
I asked my grandma, it’s the same for zongzi, how do you distinguish it? She said, look at the threads in the knotted place.
My zongzi has the thread tips that are very short.
She remembered everyone's taste with the length of the thread.
When I was a child, I couldn’t break the ribs on the dining table. I like to eat it, and my grandma buys one every week to make it.
Later my mother thought I was so fat that I ordered the ribs to be broken.
From then on, the family began to fight wits and courage. Grandma went to the morning market alone to buy ribs for me. When my mother found out, she became my dad in charge of buying cooked food.
Grandma came to serve the rice, pressed my bowl of ribs on the bottom of the bowl, and pressed it with a full meal. When I was having a meal, I would chop ribs from the bottom of the bowl.
is not eaten very often now. I am not that hungry, and the person who secretly gave me pork ribs is no longer there.
When I was having dinner with my husband, I started arguing about a trivial matter. He threw away the chopsticks, and I was so angry that I waved my sleeves and threw the only dish and steamed buns in my hand to the ground.
thought it was going to have a big fight.But my husband was stunned for a few seconds, turned around and went into the kitchen, stir-fried scallions and fried eggs back. He also broke up half of his steamed buns and said, "Food with you first, and then go and get some noodles later."
We both had stubborn tempers and always quarreled at that time. Life is short and getting married is a rented house, and there is not even a refrigerator. I bought one meal and ate one meal, and that little bit was left.
But at that moment I felt that I was not married to the wrong person.
is right, and the one I like is the painted disk I really like. Later, my husband secretly bought the same one and put it back.
I am almost 30 and still single. My parents are very anxious and urge me to go on blind dates and scold me for being keen on a high-sighted attitude. They are angry about this and have quarreled.
Finally fell in love. I thought about marrying my girlfriend, but she suddenly broke off contact with her.
That time I went home for dinner, and I mustered up the courage to confess my breakup, and I felt that I would be scolded.
Unexpectedly, my mother sighed and said: If you don’t succeed, you won’t succeed. My son is so good, that girl is not lucky.
I lowered my head and stewed the rice, and tears fell into the bowl. You see, I always disappoint them, but I can still go home for dinner and be loved.
My mother has a strong taste and will add a lot of salt to stir-fry. I always say that if you add less salt, you will have no taste.
One day she suddenly said: Ah, I accidentally put too much salt this time.
My taste was light and said with the flow: Yes, it’s so salty. I felt salty in every dish you made before.
At that moment, my mother was silent, I didn't care. The next day, she excitedly brought the dishes and said: Come and try it. I also think it is not good to add too much salt. Let's eat lighter in the future.
She said that she likes to be light now.
(Mom's craftsmanship)
My parents separated.
In the past, I could have yelled my father to eat hot pot, but later he asked me, and I said carefully: Just eat some home-cooked dishes.
—Dad has a new family, and grandma and children in the new family don’t eat spicy food, so I don’t want to cause trouble.
But unexpectedly, my dad still served the clear soup hotpot as soon as the meal started. He made it himself, it was very fragrant. During this period, he kept picking me up meat, meatballs, and vegetables, and he didn't even bother to eat it.
When I left by car, my father, grandma, aunt and sister were all standing at the door to watch me leave.
I once felt that my dad was separated and I dared not disturb him.
Now, I know that there is a stronghold in my life: no matter what happens, how far I go, there is always a hot hotpot there, and my warm family is waiting for me.
I went home on the second day of the Lunar New Year that year, and my mother asked me what I wanted to eat the day before, and I said I wanted to eat meat.
arrived at home, and there were seven or eight dishes on the table, half of which were meat and vegetables, and my parents even cooked a pot of pig's trotters overnight.
I was pregnant and came back from my in-laws' house and ate it voraciously.
My mother was watching next to her without saying a word. Later, after giving birth, I wanted to divorce, and she supported her unconditionally.
I didn’t mention a lot of grievances in my in-laws’ house. But my mother said that judging from the way I was eating that day, I had never had a good meal at my in-laws’ house.
Now I am alone and my child is older. We are all very good.
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failed the college entrance examination. My mother still made a table of dishes to encourage me, and I had my favorite braised pork .
was particularly devastated at the time. It was supposed to be a celebration, but it failed them.
told my dad that I would drink with you, but I wanted to cry but I didn’t dare to worry them.
I was almost drunk and went into the house to sleep. I vaguely heard my dad and my mom say, "Don't put too much pressure on her." After the
door, my tears fell.
That day, my mother asked me carefully: "Can I eat hot pot? Don't eat meat, just eat some hotpot..."
html At the beginning of 3 years, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. From then on, she avoided chemotherapy and lost weight very quickly.
Looking at my mother who loves life and food, she was trapped by the disease, I gritted my teeth and said: Eat, we will eat hot pot tomorrow at noon.
query information and found that it was really nothing wrong. So I cut mushrooms and ginger and garlic to make the bottom of the pot. My boyfriend went to buy authentic good meat. The whole family washed vegetables and cut vegetables together. My mother also came to mix sesame sauce...
We have always been like this: I rented a house next to the hospital to take care of my mother, and my brother accompanied my mother to go for chemotherapy after class. My father ran around the vegetable garden in his hometown and Beijing, and my boyfriend also contributed money and effort.
That day, beef, mutton, tripe, spinach and other ingredients rolled in the pot, and the more you cooked, the more you became, the more fragrant it became. Mom ate a lot more than usual, and we were all very happy.
My mother and I said: If you want to eat it in the future, eat it. If it cannot be cured, it will coexist. There are many people who survive until they are 70 years old and 80 years old.
She also said: I must not let this disease kill me.
Bad things have come to my house. Everyone was scared, but we held each other's hands tightly and didn't give up. The good news is that my mother's illness is now under control and has not relapsed.
only knows what is most important when it is possible to lose it. Liang Wendao wrote that hot pot is the ultimate reunion. I hope that the warmth of our family will never part.
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This year's friend @ Aji I couldn't go home on my birthday, so she and her parents video-connected and ate hot pot "together".
She said that she was very happy to chat with her parents while stooling mutton.
But after the call ended, my heart suddenly became very empty and my desire to go home did not decrease at all.
is close to each other, laughing and joking about the joy of grabbing meatballs and mutton in the heat, and the warmth of home cannot be replaced by anything.
So many people must go home during the National Day holiday. They feel that it is worth it if they are pop-up windows or blocked when they go back to Beijing.
Sometimes in order to find what we want, we travel all over the world. But when we returned to the dining table at home, we found the confidence that could make all bad things insignificant.
It comes from the meal at home, it is the people who cook for you, and the moments when you get together to eat.
I wish you will wait soon and the day you can go home for dinner.
Written by: Sister A
Material source: iQiyi
Now I just want to sit together for a meal with my whole family.
