Chapter 12 tear me apart, you'll just cry

The waiter bent over the table and cut off the conversation between me and my friend. He asked: "Our soup today includes seafood soup, oxtail consommé and onion soup. What kind of soup do you two want?" My friend said he wanted seafood soup. Saying I want onion soup, the waiter bows and prepares to leave.My friend has been watching my face, and at this moment suddenly called the waiter, he said he had changed his mind, and he also wanted onion soup. "Seeing how determined you are, onion soup should be pretty good." He was proud of his observation and determination, but I couldn't help clarifying: "I don't have a hunch, I just want to try onion soup whenever I see it. However, there are many times when I am disappointed." "Oh, that's it."

Fortunately, on that day, we were very lucky. The onion soup was stewed very tasty, and it was baked in the oven. The cheese on the surface was a bit crispy, and the finely chopped onions were very soft, almost melting into the soup, adding flavor. Natural sweetness. "Why the obsession with onion soup?" asked the friend.My spoon rested in the thick soup, and a man's face suddenly appeared, flashed, and quickly disappeared.I seemed to be very sophisticated and said: "You know, onion soup is not difficult to make, but it is not easy to make it well, so if you want to test the chef, you have to order onion soup." "Oh, so it is."

In fact, it turned out not to be the case.What was it like? When I was very young, the senior who had a girlfriend by his side, he was very kind to all the members in the club, and he took special care of me. Other students would occasionally say sourly, as long as there is a senior who protects you, it’s fine, you It is privileged.The girls who are close to me will kindly advise, if the senior has a girlfriend, keep a little distance.I have been trying to keep a distance, but he is very brave and does not care about other people's eyes and comments at all.When I was celebrating my birthday, he invited me to a western restaurant for dinner. He ordered me onion soup. It was the first time I had this kind of soup. The senior said that when the onion melted, the taste of the soup would be complete. "Did the onion die heroically in order to make the soup?" I said it funny.But he said very cautiously that for the real dream, there must be sacrifices.After that time, I heard that the senior and his girlfriend were talking about breaking up. I suddenly felt very scared and never went to the club again. When they really broke up, I also cut off contact with him.

He has been writing letters, expressing his feelings, telling me that no matter how long it takes, he will definitely find my sincerity.I wrote him a short poem before he enlisted: You think you can find / because you don't know me / I have no heart/ I'm an onion / Peel me / You'll only cry I don't know if I like him or not?Perhaps those flames of emotion were stifled by too strong a sense of morality and cleanliness before they even started?However, writing this poem is indeed like cutting an onion, coughing and crying. I don't like cooking onions very much. The most important reason is that I can't stop my nose and tears.After middle age, the less I like tears, the more I like joy.When you go to eat teppanyaki, there will be a plate of minced raw onion in front of you, mixed with light soy sauce, the crunchy texture, the sweetness of the fruit, you can feel it without stewing.Before I knew it, I had devoured the plate in front of me, not even steak or lobster or foie gras.One year in Pingtung, I saw piles of onions piled up on the side of the road like hills. Big bags and big bags were all the color of the land. Because of the bumper harvest, sales were slow. Our car ride seemed to be passing through an onion desert.

Onions can also have annoying sequelae. When Li Lihua, a veteran movie star, went to Hollywood to make a film, she once complained that the most unbearable thing in a kiss scene with an American actor was the smell of onions.Thinking about how lucky I am, no one has ever refused a kiss because I ate an onion, so peeling off an onion, I started to learn to smile.