(1) The fried pork with green peppers that I used to eat when I was a kid no longer has the same flavor.
Before elementary school, I always ate the fried pork with green peppers made by my mother. Because my parents’ previous jobs were manual labor, they were not very particular about food. But once a week, I would have the fried pork with green peppers made by my mother. I could feel the meat every time I bit into it. Happiness is a kind of joy that comes from the heart. In the end, I will quietly put a piece at the bottom of the bowl and eat it when I am about to finish my meal. Even now, every time I think about it, I have a happy smile on my face.
It’s a pity that my family is better off now and I can eat as much as I want every day, but that taste is no longer there. Now my mother still cooks in the same way, but I can’t have that taste anymore. I think it may be because it would be satisfying. The meat that meets expectations is a kind of sustenance.
Now I feel extremely luxurious, not because of the difficulty or rarity of the ingredients, but because of the time. There is no longer that desire, that kind of expectation. It may be like the Chinese New Year without the New Year flavor now, because there is less waiting and less enjoyment. Delayed gratification.
(Two) The farm meal in 2002 is still fresh in my memory.
html Around 302, I went to Zhejiang to do business with my cousin and uncle who were 16 or 17 years old. I carried the kind of goods I sold in the streets on my shoulders, such as dishes, chopsticks, tissues, etc. The business was good or bad, but it was just enough to make ends meet. Eating a big meal or something is basically a luxury.
But when the farming season was busy, I and my cousin went to help farmers harvest rice as helpers. The degree of mechanization was low, and harvesting rice and picking grain were done manually. At that time, I only had the strength to finish a family's rice in one day, which cost 50 yuan per person. Take care of food.
It may be that Zhejiang people are really hospitable, or it may be that Zhejiang people are really rich. The meat and vegetables are piled up to the round table, and the vegetable bowls are stacked on top of each other. We only focus on eating, and there is just enough food to eat. We ate all the rice, and I remember a grandma from that family kept expressing her gratitude, and kept asking us if the food didn't taste good and why there was so much food left. In fact, the young man has a big appetite and tries to eat as much as possible, but is afraid of hurting others if he eats too much food.
(3) The soup made by three academicians is luxurious but not luxurious.
When I was about to graduate from university, I used to go to the mountains to do a plant internship. After the rain, an academician took people to pick fresh mushrooms, and a future academician stewed them into soup. Because I was making specimens and did not leave, a former associate professor and now department head personally brought them to me.
However I don’t eat mushrooms.
The head of the department opened his eyes in surprise and said that this thing is our internship repertoire. After many people come here, they will fish and pick mushrooms seriously just for this bite. Take a bite, take a bite, just a bite. Then he put the bowl to my mouth.
had no choice but to take a sip under the threat of graduation.
I’ll go, it smells so good.
Just tell me whether it is luxurious for these three adults to serve me alone.
Let me say a few words about mushrooms. The toxins of many fungi change according to the environment and soil. This thing is as hard to say as drawing a lottery ticket. There are some mushrooms that are usually not poisonous. After growing in the wild, mushrooms will change with mushrooms. Genes will be exchanged between them, and they will also receive interference from various types of bacteria and rotten wood, which may breed toxins. The key is that it is difficult to judge from their appearance, so those who like to eat wild mushrooms must be cautious. This often happens in Yunnan. Poisoning from eating wild mushrooms.
(4) These are wonderful memories. There were some things about
that I didn’t know about at the time. I didn’t have many special emotions, I just felt comfortable. However, as time passed, the subtle details at that time gradually emerged, and it was a different feeling. These delicacies cannot be measured by money, but they have always been deep in my memory.
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