Chapter 4 Can't finish eating

Can't finish eating --------------- Parma, Italy, Spring 2001 all you can eat There are often people around me complaining about how unsatisfactory life is and how unfair the world is—in fact, everything is calculated from the tens of cubic feet of my own activities. What is not good for me and has no additional benefits is called unfair. Those who make things happen according to their own random fantasies are unsatisfactory. Such scolding and such resentment are actually asking for trouble. I think everything is planned, if you have the opportunity to have fun, you must work harder, if you have delicious food, you will risk getting fat, if you have handsome men and beautiful women as boyfriends and girlfriends, you may be severely abandoned at any time.In many cases, the right to decide and choose is actually in your own hands, and it depends on how you take the first step.

Maybe it's a habit, even when I decide to order a plate of my favorite raw ham with honeydew melon and cheese stuffed wonton, I have a big reason to support myself.Fat is fat to the end, there is a cause and effect, not to mention that in Parma, the hometown of the famous Italian cheese ParmigianoReggiano, air-dried raw ham is also a local specialty besides cheese.If you are lucky enough to come here, you will naturally forget about the calorie counting table and put aside the strict requirements on body shape. Pleasure and crime, reward and punishment are absolutely fair and just, challenging the established rules and regulations of society, and eating is a struggle between right and wrong.

After eating the love of Italy, how can we forget the rich breakfast in Yemen and the civilian afternoon tea in Myanmar.When it comes to eating, there are a thousand words and thousands of words with joy, eating happily without guilt, and greedily taking pictures to commemorate the aftertaste in the future, to please myself, besides eating, I still eat.