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"Love for me is not skin-to-skin contact, nor is it a vegetable or a meal. It is an immortal desire and a heroic dream in a tired life." Du I don’t know how many literary boys and girls were bewitched by Russ’s words.

Maybe I am superficial and think that the two major human instincts, love and eating, must always be integrated into one. As Confucius said, "Eat and drink, men and women, are where the great desires of man exist."

Eating is a major event in life. Three meals a day, day after day. Have you ever thought about that person who says he loves you? How many meals will you have with the person you spend your life with?

I haven’t calculated it, but I know that people who can’t eat together will definitely not be able to live together; I also firmly believe that the person who truly loves you has a way of loving you. When you are most tired, I will make soup for you with my bare hands.

If not, it's not love.

This is my simplest love philosophy: food loveism, love is one vegetable and one meal.

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I got off work yesterday and took a taxi home. Just when I was closing my eyes and concentrating, the driver's phone rang. Because he was driving and couldn't answer the phone, he turned on the speakerphone.

A young woman’s voice came from the phone. She was the driver’s lover: “Husband, where are you now and what should I do? I also said I would bake pancakes for you today, but I got them all mixed up. , I can’t eat...what should I do?” The woman’s voice was filled with anxiety, and she asked several “what should I do”.

When the driver heard this, he laughed heartily and happily: "It's okay. If it's mushy, it's mushy. If it's so mushy that you can't eat it, don't eat it. Anyway, I'm losing weight, so it's okay." Ha, don't worry." There was clearly a hint of tenderness and intimacy in the man's rich voice.

"Oh, why am I so stupid? I made a pancake and it got burnt. No, you've been busy at work all day and you're so tired, how can you not eat?" A woman's sweet voice , there was a hint of coquettishness in the self-blame. Because she understood the man's gentle comfort.

"It's okay. In the worst case, I'll go back and eat moon cakes. There are still moon cakes at home." The man continued to comfort her.

"You just said you wanted to lose weight, and now you say you want to eat moon cakes. I know you are trying to comfort me. No, what do you want to eat? I will go downstairs and buy it for you." The woman heard the man's consolation, but she always remembered what he had for dinner.

"No, no, you don't have to go downstairs. I'll be home in a minute. Why don't I go buy it? What do you want to eat..."

The opening scene is clearly about women caring about men. What’s for dinner, but the outcome of the plot becomes that the man buys the woman her favorite meal.

After hanging up the phone, the man kept a silly smile on his face. Happiness and sweetness overflowed in the car.

The sweetness was theirs, and sitting in the passenger seat, I was caught off guard and had loving dog food sprinkled all over my face.

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Then, I thought of my designer friend Ono.

She is recognized by us as a life-style person who knows exquisite craftsmanship. The sofa cushions and carpets at home are all knitted by herself, and the home is decorated by her to be artistic and warm. And her unique skill is cooking good meals.

Don’t scroll through her Moments when you are hungry. You will be seduced by the delicious food on the screen and instantly turn into a glutton: hand-made egg yolk mooncakes, cheese lobster, browned pot stickers, exquisite Small tea snacks... In addition, she also made Shandong pancakes by herself, prepared ingredients and chopped chili peppers. It was not a delicacy, just a simple meal made with ordinary ingredients, but everyone who watched it could deeply feel the dishes. The cup is filled with deep love.

Not to mention, the lucky person who can taste all this happiness with his own mouth.

Ono once told us their love story. At that time, among the men pursuing her, her husband was not the one with the best chance of winning.

There was a man from a well-off family who kept chasing after her. He waited for her to get off work every day and took her to eat all kinds of delicious food. First, he visited all the famous restaurants in the capital, and then walked around the streets. Eat all kinds of delicious snacks in the lane. Being a foodie, she enjoyed eating very happily. Her stomach betrayed her and she was captured by the delicious food. The man feels that he can almost hug the beauty.

But there was a time when she was ill and had no appetite. No matter what delicacies were placed in front of her, she could not summon the glutton in her heart.

The rich man lost his trump card and suddenly felt at a loss.

At this time, Ono’s husband brought her the simplest white porridge, made the simplest vinegar-stuffed potato shreds, tomatoes and eggs, stir-fried lettuce, fish head and tofu soup... I don’t know why, she ate it Gotta relish it.

Every vegetable and every meal is filled with his delicate love.

Later she thought that maybe she had eaten out too often a while ago, and it was greasy, salty, and spicy. She ate so much that she got tired of it and got hurt. The last thing was the simplest home-cooked meal, which warmed her. And she continued to warm their lives with simple home-cooked meals.

Ono once said a famous saying: Love is like cooking.

You need to be patient and careful enough to master the heat. You can’t rush it or neglect it. After time, you can work out the cooking techniques that best suit your taste. Finally, you have to be curious and keep researching. Treat your taste buds with novel and delicious dishes.

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After listening to Ono’s words, I couldn’t help but recall the love I had in college.

We were in a long-distance relationship at that time. Being a glutton, I often crave the taste of my hometown. I had a heartfelt phone call and couldn't help but tell the other party about the fried rice noodles that I miss from my hometown. I went to several large supermarkets nearby, but I couldn't buy any dried rice noodles from my hometown. Without saying a word, he went to the market and bought me a heavy box that day and sent it via SF Express.

When I received it the next day, I was dancing for joy. I immediately took out the rice noodles and soaked them. I went to the nearby vegetable market to buy green peppers, vegetables and meat, and made myself rice noodles with shredded pork and chopped pepper eggs. I fried rice noodles, my stomach was full, and I lay on the sofa contentedly and called him.

He proudly called me Little Piggy, and told me, a veteran of stomach problems, not to overeat as it would hurt my stomach.

At the end, he said: "I want your stomach and your taste buds to remember that I love you."

That is the most romantic love story I have ever heard.

Appetite is instinct. When two people in love live together, their tastes will gradually converge; even if they cannot be together due to distance, they must find ways to combine the food they eat and like with the food they like. Share with each other. The taming of love unites us in taste buds. The more the taste matches, the stronger the love.

Years later, even if we no longer fall in love, we will still remember the dish we ate together and the sip of soup we drank together, because our taste buds have memories.

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I often think that happiness is when the lights come on everywhere, and you know that there is a lamp and a table of sumptuous meals waiting for you. Warm soup, fragrant vegetables, glutinous rice, the one you love holds the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, beckoning you to wash your hands and eat.

The day is complete only after having dinner with your lover.

You rushed to wash the dishes, fearing that the fumes would hurt her slender hands, but she smiled and tacitly let you do the greasy work. You stood in the kitchen, looking at the "battlefield" she had just gone through. Under the light, you washed the dishes, and a sense of home warmth rose in your heart.

You are just thinking about the vow to "hold your hand and grow old together with me" when you suddenly hear her say: "If you eat the food I cook, you will wash my dishes for the rest of your life..."

You shout at the top of your lungs: "Hey, then I'm at a disadvantage! All the heavy work is mine? Yes, this is called cannibalism..." What is hidden in your eyebrows is love. Yi, humming a little tune proudly, thinking, "Not only in this life, but also in the next life."

Some people say that love is when two men and women live together, but there are so many men and women in the world, only you and I spend our lives growing old together in the pots and pans day after day.

For mortal love, I only want the simplest happiness in this world, to nourish each other tenderly with vegetables and rice.

I am An Qiao, a columnist, a psychological counselor, a literary, cute, affectionate and rational brain king