Time food

Time food

It's been a while since I've had a chance. On this day, you'll have to take care of your food. That's impossible. And as soon as their eyes were turned, they were reminded of some time's meal. I'll take care of it. And get some of that off-the-shelf meat in there, and even a little, though. I can't. I can't. A little oil, a little salt. I've added more water. I'm afraid it's too hard. It doesn't matter if the rice is soft, it's hard and it's bad. It's not bad. I ate all the food because I had no choice. In Xinjiang, there's lamb for rice, in Fujian, called salt for rice。
Soup

Soup

WHEN I WAS A KID, I LOVED SOUP. FROM THE FIELDS, THE MOTHER PICKS UP FRESH TARO AND GREEN VEGETABLES, WHICH ARE HANDLED IN AN EASY WAY AND BOILED, AND CAN SMELL THE STRONG SCENT. I CAN'T WAIT TO COME TO THE TABLE AND HAVE A SIP IN THE KITCHEN, AND THEN I TURN MY HEAD, MY EYES, AND I FEEL THE SWEETNESS OF SOUP. AND THEN, DESPITE THE MOTHER'S URGE TO EAT, QUICKLY SQUEEZING A PIECE OF ROTTEN TART INTO HIS MOUTH, AND BEING BURNED WITH THE AIR, HE SAID, "COME! COMING!" WHEN MY MOTHER SEES IT, SHE'LL ALWAYS LAUGH AND GIVE ME A "SHOCK." TODAY IN THE KITCHEN, LITTLE C. SAW A TARO THAT HAD NOT YET BEEN SKINNED, GRABBED ONE IN HIS HAND AND ASKED ME: "MOM, IS THIS A SUPER OTTOMAN EGG?" TACOS ARE SOFT, SWEET, NON-TRIMOXIN-FREE, EASY TO DIGEST WITHOUT POISONING, AND VERY WELL SUITED TO SMALL-BASKET FRIENDS. I SMILED AT LITTLE C'S MOUTH AND DRANK SOUP -- AS MY MOTHER SMILED AT ME AS A CHILD, SIPTING LOVE, DRINKING INTO MY HEART. SIMPLE FOODS, SIMPLE COOKING, NO NEED FOR COMPLEX CONDENSING, AND THE FRAGRANCE OF ODOUR BETWEEN TEETH. MAKE THE BABY LOVE TO EAT