The pleasure of cooking food.

I am a person who likes cooking very much. To be precise, I am a person who likes to cook all kinds of food, whether it is meals, pasta, soup or snacks. As long as I want to eat, I will want to do it and spend a long time doing it. Although it may be cheap and delicious to buy one directly outside, it is addictive. If I fall in love, I can't quit, and people who don't love won't understand.

A person who loves food must be a person who loves life. I think he is really a person who loves life. When you eat a new taste of food outside (it is said that delicious food is the patent of eating goods! ) I will savor it carefully and carefully study what spices are put in it, what is the specific cooking order, and how is it made? Then I will go home and practice all the movements. Sometimes you can succeed once, and sometimes you may not be satisfied the first time. It doesn't matter. Let the food dance slowly on my tongue and see where the problem may be. If you improve next time, you can always make food that is not inferior.

In winter, busy in the kitchen, the fire on the stove is warm, natural and comfortable, and the happiness is doubled; In summer, it takes courage to step into the kitchen in the weather where you can sweat when you sit still, but you can't help but want to cook well. So leave it alone, you'll be sweating like a pig. In fact, you will secretly feel happy, feel that you are detoxifying and consuming energy, which can be offset by the food you eat later, which is good for your health and so on.

Single people usually cook for themselves. Even so, they don't want to settle. After they have done it, they will seriously put a plate on it for the aesthetics of their own lives, feel good about themselves, and be full of happiness when eating. It is a rare opportunity to cook for parents and friends and get their love, which is simply the rhythm of heaven.

I seldom cook when I go home. When I came home last year, I made a stir-fried lamb liver, which my father will never forget. Often mentioned on the phone, I can't wait to go home and cook for him at once, even if he wants two large glasses on the excuse of "how can such delicious things not be accompanied by some wine?"