Chapter 8 Part 1: New and Old Culinary Love in Cambridge

There are three wishes in this life: one is to read all the good books in the world;The taste for food can be said to be innate.My mother said, I have teeth earlier than the average child, and I can already eat while other babies are still waiting to be fed.It is said that after I learned to speak, the first word I yelled with difficulty was "Mom", but the second word I blurted out was "Gao" (milk cake). Of course, there is no way to verify this.But the following fact is undeniable: I read through it as a child, and my father was proud of it and often mentioned it in front of guests.Once the family was full of friends, an uncle asked me which chapter impressed me the most.Under the eyes of everyone expecting and encouraging, I answered loudly: "Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden." Everyone nodded frequently, and my father smiled slightly. I was greatly encouraged: "I like the eggplant that Grandma Liu eats best." Everyone recited the detailed production method of the "burning eggplant" in the book.In the end, she didn't leave the reputation of "talented girl", but left a joke of "greedy cat".

When I was in kindergarten, my ideal in life was to be a hawker selling candied haws, and I could sell and eat while walking.At the beginning of love, other girls were looking forward to the prince charming in their dreams, but I fantasized about marrying a super chef and living a happy life of sympathy and sympathy in delicious food. I have always believed that people who love food are also passionate about life.Really, looking at those fresh food with attractive aroma and color, I feel pure and happy all of a sudden.A friend who has a close relationship with me often invites me to dinner, "You know, I like to see you dancing happily while eating, which makes me also have an appetite." It turns out that a good appetite is as contagious as a good mood.

I have always believed that food has the power to stop sadness.In a cold winter in my memory, I was completely hurt by an emotion that I had cherished for many years. I walked on the street alone like this, from early morning to evening.When I was too hungry to walk, I went into a small shop on the side of the road and ordered a big curry rice.When the large plate of golden rice grains with an attractive color was placed in front of me, the numbness that had been frozen was gradually revived.I took a large spoonful and swallowed it in one gulp. The spicy taste made me let myself burst into tears, and my grievance gradually melted away, and my faith and warmth returned to my body.After eating delicious food, my heart suddenly felt relieved. I told myself that since I can still taste it, I have not been defeated; after eating delicious food, I will have strength. What are the failures and setbacks, the big deal is to start all over again.I am a girl who wants to be strong in my bones. I always want to spread happiness everywhere without letting others feel sorry for me. Sometimes I think that food may be a way for me to feel sorry for myself.Drown all your worries in food, only a full stomach will bring you peace and happiness, and when you are full, you will smile and your worries will naturally disappear.

I am delicious, but not "lazy".While enjoying the food, I also have the courage to practice.The first time I remember cooking was when I was six years old. I used up all the eggs in the refrigerator and made steamed eggs, fried poached eggs, boiled eggs, and scrambled crab yolk eggs. The royal meal of the palace is "Full Feast of Man and Han", and it is nicknamed "Full Banquet of Eggs".Since I showed my talents, I have been out of control, and I think I have good skills: mapo tofu, English French fries, French steamed eggs, pasta, really "thinking about the motherland and looking at the world".The wrong thing is that most of my friends don't believe that I can cook. They always say: "You, a canning knife can go anywhere."

Because I love food, sometimes it is unavoidable to be picky.When I was at home, I always implicitly criticized my mother's monotonous taste and lack of new ideas.Mom just smiled and never cared.But my father would often come forward and say, "I haven't gotten tired of eating it for 20 years, it's because your taste is too tricky." Later, he left home to study, traveled a lot, and ate a lot of delicacies from all over the world.But for a while, I fell in love with the braised beef noodles in a small restaurant near the school, and I went to report on time every night.One day, while eating, I suddenly found the reason for my obsession. It turned out that the taste of this beef noodle was very similar to my mother's handicraft.When I was young, before exams, my mother would make such a bowl of hot noodles for me, and add a few pieces of beef that had been stewed for a long time.She always said: "Eat well and do well in the exam." Thinking of this, looking at the big bowl of noodles in front of her, her nose was sore.

When I was young, food was just a thousand tastes; when I grew up, food became a thousand moods.Because of memories, because of love, ordinary food has become worldly food. While studying in a foreign country, I have two wishes in my heart: often go home to eat the meals cooked by my mother, and often cook for my mother.