The most luxurious breakfast I ever had was a lobster in a seaside restaurant in Phuket, Thailand, French champagne from a five-star hotel in Paris, and a large box of handmade chocolates. The taste has long since been forgotten, but after many years I still feel that one Eating like this early in the morning is a bit capricious; this capriciousness is also due to youth. If this is my last meal on earth, I don't want it. Some tastes, good at the time, but only a certain morning in the memory later. I read an emotional book a few years ago in which the author interviewed several world-class chefs, and everyone got the same question: If this was your last supper, what would you like to eat? where to eat? Who to eat with? As a result, most famous chefs want to eat very ordinary things, and the wine they want to drink is not sky-high red wine, but a bottle of champagne to celebrate. They have spent most of their lives working hard in gorgeous restaurants with Michelin stars hanging high, with a pair of skillful hands conjuring up dreamy dishes one after another, the last supper, but they want to eat at home with their family, and they don't mind cooking with him The incomparable other half cooks. The answer was unexpected but also heartwarming. When it's your last meal, what do you want to eat? What to drink? Who will eat with you? Or, who will accompany you to eat? People eat so much food in a lifetime, they have already digested them, and they are still warmly left in the stomach. After all, it is not a delicacy, but the company with the longest affection.

Love is like eating. When you are young, you eat fragrant and spicy food. Relying on a lot of youth, you can consume fat on your body, and you often do not know how to control it. Later, I became particular about eating only the good ones. I am not young, and my appetite is not so good. I pursue health. I gradually fell in love with green vegetables, tofu and whole grains. I understand that only these flavors can be eaten all the time. This food is life. Find someone you love, that is, someone who will accompany you to eat for the rest of your life, share a cup of shaved ice in summer, and eat hot pot together in winter. It is not necessary for both of you to like chicken legs. You like to eat chicken legs, and he likes to eat chicken back, which is also a kind of fit. You will laugh and ask him when he secretly eats your hidden chocolate, and he will also make a detour after get off work to buy a cake you like to eat and bring it home to you. How can love leave the stomach? How can I get out of my stomach and stomach? The fate is over, that is, we will no longer eat together from now on, and it is no longer you who sits at my table. We've all longed for love to be a feast, and in the end what we want is an ordinary dinner for the family.

Delicious food and wine are good, but eating them every day will ruin your belly, just like passion can't last long, and infatuation will run out one day. Tomato scrambled eggs, cold bitter gourd, steamed bun noodles, porridge snacks, and boiled fish with radishes are the timeless tastes that you will never get tired of eating. The long time together is always inseparable from the memories of eating: the soy milk omelette that I ate at the roadside shop in autumn, the blueberry ice cream that I ate separately, a bowl of hot noodle soup with oil flowers floating in it, a trip to a foreign country. A plate of freshly baked savory croissants... All these memories of the taste, there is always something to keep an eye on. Fireworks in the world, eating and drinking, men and women, are trivial, but they are also the taste of life. Life can be without love, but love has to live.