Northeast stew

As a Northeasterly man, I was married to Beijing for many reasons, despite the ease of transportation, not being able to be reunited with my loved ones. I miss the food that my family and friends, especially my mother, make with their own hands, fresh food, a simple approach and a strong taste of affection. The north-east stew, which remembers that when they were young, they were made of big iron casseroles, which tasted particularly good, was clearly not found, although the taste of iron casseroles, as they were originally done, was first-class, the food was rich, the food was good, the meat was fat, the bean horns were delicious, the corn smelled with gravy lips, and it seemed to be back in childhood and back in Mama ' s arms。