Chapter 65 postscript

I was a greedy person since I was a child, and I couldn't move when I saw delicious food. By extension, I couldn't take my eyes off the words or images describing food.When reading books and watching movies, I always remember the scenes of eating and drinking most familiarly.When I was young, I was often ashamed of this, and I felt that I was greedy for food and drink, and my level was not high.When I grew up studying, I saw Yu Huali. In difficult times, in order to satisfy his son and wife, Xu Sanguan vividly described how to make braised pork, fish, and fried pork liver, so that they had a good time.Only then did I understand that listening to words, thinking about food, and looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, everyone likes it.

When you grow up, read the remarks of a certain sociologist named Albert in Europe, saying that the discovery of the New World and the navigation with the East had the greatest impact on Europe, not those alien races captured by the colonists’ armored cannons Or looted gold ivory - such things are only associated with emperors and generals - but the introduction of tomatoes, bananas, coffee, corn, rice, tea, sugar cane, tobacco and colorful spices from Southeast Asia, which makes you feel yourself Gluttony is justified.No, there is nothing more important in the world than food.No matter how turbulent the world map is, no matter how powerful and wealthy arbitrarily call the wind and rain, what really has a profound impact on the world is the three meals a day of the common people.

There is no need to say more about the richness of food in the world; the magnificence and abyss of Chinese food alone is really infinite.There are many famous food writers in China, Yuan Mei, Tang Lusun, Lu Yaodong, Wang Dunhuang, Wang Zengqi, Liang Shiqiu, etc., all of them are people who have traveled far and wide, seen the world, and have mountains and valleys in their hearts.At my age (most of the articles selected in this book were written between the ages of 26 and 28), with little experience and little experience, it is beyond my control to write about diet.At first, I was bold and tried to write some words about food and drink. Because I was far away from home, I often thought of the homely things like the chicken soup made by my mother and the dried shredded tofu made by my father. How to make meat, satisfy your hunger while writing.So in the final analysis, this book is a gluttonous self-entertainment, home-cooked food, parents' old state, plus eating and writing down when you read and hear it, so as to pass the addiction.What is being talked about is, say, diet, more about memory.Proust wrote it from the moment he ate a morsel of madeleine.It can be seen that the memory about diet is so fascinating that people can't get rid of it.If there is any meaningful theme to be discussed in this book, it is actually this: home-cooked food, nostalgia for parents, reading words from hearsay, and satisfying the addiction.

Chinese food is broad and profound, with far-reaching implications, and always warm and generous.Like the earth under our feet, the noodle soup in our bowls, and the comfort of our parents.Su Shi said that the clear wind on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are the endless treasure of the creator.I borrow this sentence, probably the richness of Chinese food is really the endless treasure of the creator, and it should be treated with gratitude and gratitude.And food memory is the most profound and unforgettable, so when people go to the ends of the world, their stomach and tongue will always recognize their ancestors.Every man and woman who grew up eating and drinking has a home-cooked dish with the warmth of their parents.The luxury of dragon liver, phoenix marrow and peacock tongue in the legends in books is no greater than the stewed meat noodles, fried rice with eggs, and rice in soup in winter in my hometown.

In the final analysis, life is a bitter journey in the world, gain and loss, and in the end, the real comfort is nothing more than simple and simple begging for a bowl of hot soup. And: I would like to dedicate this book to my father, mother, Ruo, my deceased grandma, and everyone who loves food and misses their hometown.