Recently, Tianshui Malatang is very popular. It makes me, a native Gansu native, unable to help but cope with the trivial aspects of daily life, but also have the impulse for a moment to go to Tianshui immediately and have a beautiful bowl of malatang.

As an oil man, I was born and raised in Gansu. I feel from the bottom of my heart:In addition to Malatang, there are countless delicacies in Gansu. The fine seasoning of various pasta dishes and the delicious delicacy of cold dishes make me drool when I think about it.

Now, my mother called me again and asked me to go home and eat spinach. I still picked a large pot of spinach early the night before. The next morning, before I could return home, I scalded the vegetables with boiling water and squeezed out the green spinach juice before waking up.

When I went back and opened the kitchen door, my mother had already cut a long and thin noodles, and then used her hands to rub them evenly into thin and long. When the water in the pot boils, rub and boil a handful of spinach sprinkled with corn flour into the pot. Just wait for the pot to open and fish a large bowl, mix with salt, vinegar, and chili, and scoop on a spoonful of cold shredded radish. The color combination of green and white is really appetizing.

Dad watched me swallow the noodles completely and couldn't help but say:"You have to learn your mother's craft. Otherwise, when we are old and can't cook, you will have trouble wanting to eat this hometown food."

A simple sentence makes me feel mixed. Yes, my parents grow old unintentionally. How many times can this familiar smell be heard?

I suddenly remembered when I was young, in order to pass the long night, my mother used to sit in the dining room with my sister and I, who were studying warmly, and under the dim light, she took out all the mooncakes left over after the Mid-Autumn Festival little by little, and then used them to wake up. The dough was recycled and made us pies. At that time, I had just reached the age of elementary school, and my teeth were uneven, some fell out and some were broken. I was not allowed to eat sweets at home, but I broke the rule on such a night when I was warming books around the stove. While I was writing my math homework, I looked at the kitchen stove from time to time, and I smelled a strong aroma of five kernels.

Although that picture has been gone for a long time, when I think about it now, my chest is still full of nostalgia and melancholy. Especially in the past few years, after having a daughter, while working, I took care of my family, wandering between work and home without touching the ground, but the door in the kitchen was not often entered. I yearn to inherit my mother's mantle and wash my hands to make soup, but I am willing but unable to do so.

It was also when I was a child that there was first snow in winter. My sister and I left school early and lay on the window edge to play. Because we lived on the first floor, even the smallest footsteps could not escape our ears. After hearing this a few times, my sister became excited and shook my elbow and said excitedly:"It should be Dad, it's him, it's his footsteps." But I have always been relatively young and mature, so I stopped her."I have paged her. They said that the rig crew has been in bad conditions recently and won't come back. Sister, don't get excited." But she didn't believe it, so she rushed to the door fiercely without putting on cotton slippers.

The door was pushed open heavily, and my father's familiar face was presented in front of us. Although it was covered in snow, it was an incomparable surprise to our sisters. Because every time he returns from a business trip, he always brings us new snacks that we can't eat in the town. I am especially greedy and quickly rummaged through the black leather bag he carries with him. I didn't know until I read it, but later he told us that before leaving on a business trip last time, I shouted that I wanted to eat the beef burger that foreigners ate on TV. When he returned, he made a special detour and stayed in Xi'an with his colleagues for the night. That's why I had today's big food surprises.

That night, because my father was tired from traveling and the cold weather, the frozen hamburger was processed by my mother and served on the dining table. In fact, there was still nearly a month before the Chinese New Year, but in my memory, the whole table of delicious dishes prepared by my mother with great care, the hamburgers piled high in the rice bowls of my sister and I did not taste like the very delicious beef sandwiches in the TV series, and the Shuanghui ham sausages that we used to tease each other and piled behind the bowls. The fragrance of food filled the room, and the sense of happiness was infinite.

Later, countless nights after I had a daughter, every time she couldn't sleep, I told these stories about my childhood and my father. The little girl listened with gusto, and her eyes were filled with envy and emotion.

Most of my fate with my husband was due to food. In fact, we were two people with extremely incompatible personalities, but because we were both gluttons, who loved to eat and taste, we slowly came together. From love to marriage, I was the one who was lazy, but I slowly cultivated his cooking skills, from loving food to loving cooking, day after day, year after year.

Nowadays, as I slowly move into middle age, what I crave is still the warmth in that bite of food. Therefore, I always look forward to the weekend when the chef at home can show off his skills. Watching him move easily in front of the chopping board, pots and bowls, cut and stir-fry, mix and shove, each of my specialty dishes will be served. Thirteen fragrant crayfish is a must-have dish in summer. Mapo tofu, braised eggplant, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts... these very home-style dishes are particularly delicious because they are full of love and care.

Every time he came, he would make the most skillful loofah egg soup. After a little thickening when it was out of the pot, my daughter and I could always drink until our stomachs were bloated. For the chef himself, listening to the praise, watching us feast on it, and resolutely implementing "Operation CD", the smile on his face could no longer be hidden.

For a family of three, it is just three meals all year round. Ordinary petroleum people also have their own happy times at the table. In the future, I think I will go to the kitchen. I also want to use my own hands to create delicious food and continue to pass on the warmth to the next generation.

text:MA Jing

edit:Yao Jiena

editor:he Li

audit:Ma Yingying

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