In a post about vows, some netizens said: "Love is simple, three meals a day". I like it inexplicably, and I like that simple and simple description.
When I was a child, my family was poor in materials, and there was little meat on the table at ordinary times. There are chickens at home, but it is easy to drink chicken soup. Those chickens are subsidized by the family. And eggs can supplement our nutrition.
Every time my mother knocks an egg, she always adds more egg liquid to each empty shell. Those eggshells are mine. Search the egg liquid in each shell in a slightly neat eggshell, sprinkle a few stars of salt, bake it on the charcoal fire in the brazier, and watch the egg liquid turn from clear to white until a burnt smell of eggshells and the smell of eggs get into your nose. Often can't wait for the palatable temperature, just can't wait to put it in your mouth. Baked egg whites are often not enough for a big bite. Touching gently with your teeth and chewing slowly will leave an endless aftertaste, which is better than any delicious food.
When I was joking with my sister-in-law after marriage, I occasionally mentioned it, causing a burst of laughter. Sister-in-law said that she had also eaten boiled eggs. On her birthday, grandma took an iron spoon, dropped a drop of oil in the spoon, beat an egg in the spoon and baked it slowly on a charcoal fire. Cooked eggs are more delicious than any birthday cake. After her grandmother died, she could never find that smell again.
Hidden in the eggs baked on the charcoal fire is the deep love that mothers have been immersed in the kitchen all their lives. Until now, I still have an almost stubborn preference for eggs. Fortunately, my son doesn't regard the eggs on the table as a burden or task like most children of the same age.
Mr. Hu, who twisted his foot and couldn't move in bed some time ago, rarely went into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and began to wash my hands to make bridal soup. The role exchange was very flattering for a while. The sound of pots and pans, kitchen knives and chopping boards in the kitchen, and the smell of oil smoke from Mr. Hu's body made a feeling of caring for each other spread all over my body like ink seeping into clear water.
Stewed ribs, stewed fish, stewed mutton, stewed vegetables, stir-fried vegetables, long vegetables, miscellaneous vegetables, stewed hemp vegetables, tomato and egg noodles, potato noodle soup ... for more than ten days, as he said, three meals a day are basically not repeated.
This kind of home-cooked meal with temperature, every bite is like delicious food, and it has become edible love, from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of my heart.
Once upon a time, the yearning scene quietly came to me. What chicken feathers, what dislike, what left hand and right hand, what seven-year itch, are all bullshit. Some people say that there are flowers on the rice, oil and salt, writing poems on trivial matters, and living noisily, this marriage is right.
I feel very melodramatic. The best love is to return to the nest, throw off high heels, remove makeup, tie, suit, all external shells, roll up sleeves and ask softly before entering the kitchen: What do you want to eat?
A dish and a meal in an eggshell, an iron spoon and an induction cooker are the love that suits me as a layman and is full of human fireworks. If love and care are integrated into the ordinary life of three meals a day, then the ordinary life will shine.
When Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, the concubine insisted on accompanying her to suffer. When Su Shi was poor and loved to eat, Chaoyun tried to stew local cheap fat pork with a small fire and made the prototype of Dongpo meat. That's not all. Chaoyun Nvhong is very good. She made embroidery, exchanged money for sheep spines, and then took pains to make them for Su Shi.
Su Shi's words to his dead wife Wang Fu were "ten years of life and death". Forget it. You'll never forget it. "What I wrote to Chaoyun was," Out of place, only Chaoyun can know me; Playing the same old tune alone, I miss you every time it rains. "
Although the former is affectionate, the latter is a bosom friend. The most delicate warmth in the world is nothing more than a short stay at home, washing hands to make bridal soup, chatting with her children, being at home in my home and being happy on earth.
On Valentine's Day, a friend ate hot pot and sent a message in the circle: "For a foodie, any festival can be a foodie festival." After seeing it, he couldn't help laughing. Eating is the most daily thing, but it is also the most important thing. Two people eat heartily together, respect each other and accommodate each other. Eating well means that these two people live a good life. Only two hearts can nourish a flower of love in worldly triviality.
There was an article about my colleague Aunt Qing, who was older than us, but lived a more colorful life than most of our young people. As long as there is a delicious food in her WeChat circle of friends, it will attract a lot of comments from us. What is hidden behind those delicious foods is the wisdom of treating love and life with ease.
Aunt Qing once enlightened me: A pair of eat drink man woman, if they can stir hand in hand in a pot, will know each other's favorite things after many years, and their tastes will accommodate each other's hobbies. Isn't this love that can be seen and tasted? Don't think too romantically about love. Love in three meals a day is the most delicious.
The best love is that two people "live" together contentedly. The so-called eternal life is a cup of tea, a meal, a porridge and a dish, and one person is enough!
Being in an indispensable marriage, I understand that all vows of eternal love, flowers before and after, will eventually precipitate in the indispensable three meals a day. When I was in middle school, my teacher taught me that elephants are invisible. Then, great love should be silent.
Love, whether you say it or not, is not important. At that time, she will always be there, never leaving!