Counting it carefully, the bald man can be regarded as having traveled all over the country. Although I don't dare to say that I have a deep understanding of each place, I can also know some local customs and famous food!

In addition, the bald man himself can be regarded as the master who can cook a few dishes on the table, and whenever I go to a place, I am led by local comrades-in-arms and buddies to the famous snack shops hidden in the streets and alleys.

Or I just pulled the banner as a tiger skin, followed by some characters who tossed on the level that I could never mix in my life, and dangled into the elegant restaurant of the five-star hotel like a dog, tied a snow-white napkin around his neck, and slashed towards the steak sold by the block with a knife and fork in his hand.

Naturally, I was secretly wondering in my heart - how could this bite get the taste of hundreds of oceans of steak, but it was really not as sweet and sweet as the grilled skewers handed over by the oily twisted stall owner on the roadside?

Naturally, after eating too many delicacies, my bald mouth became picky.

But there are also meals that I have never been picky about, and I can't be picky in the slightest!

It's like going back to the old lady's house in Shanghai, and I have to go to the bungalow on the first floor to see the aunt who rescued me from Lord Yama.

When I was a child, I was raised by my aunt and uncle. From the time I was born with a high fever of 42 degrees Celsius 24 hours after I was born, to the time when I was seven or eight years old, my aunt and uncle returned to Shanghai, in the past seven or eight years, my aunt filled my mouth with all the delicious food she could find in that era, and fed the bald man to me since I was a child!

This is almost a miracle in that era when everyone was thin when they bought meat and tickets!

When you go into the house, please finish your peace, and then be patted on the bald head by your aunt with gray hair for a few lessons, and you will hear the familiar question - have you eaten?

If the answer is to eat it, then the answer must be to eat it again!

If I didn't, it would be followed by a slap on my bald head!

Naturally, no matter how I answered, my aunt would tremble and command my uncle to go into the kitchen to cook some food and come out, and put a big bowl full of food in front of me.

In order to save me, my aunt was busy in the wind and rain for several years, and she was tired and had a rheumatic heart attack, and now she can't work anymore

In my aunt's earnest and concerned eyes, I could only gobble up all the food in the big bowl that could be used as a steel helmet for Ben Bald.

Only then will my aunt have a smile on her face and slap me lightly on my bald head—I'm forty years old, don't I know how to take care of myself?

Saying goodbye to my aunt and turning upstairs, I was met by a question from my mother--Have you eaten?

At this time, if you have eaten it, the obvious feeling of loss on the old lady's face can suddenly make me feel distressed

My mother is also old, and she can't control me a lot

I can only answer - I didn't eat it!

So in a few moments, a large plate of dumplings that had already been prepared would be placed in front of me.

In the early years, the family was poor, and there were dumplings to eat, and the old lady was careful to save a few dollars from between her teeth, so that the bald brother and I could have a tooth sacrifice once a week.

Maybe in my mother's mind, I will always be the fat boy who gobbles up dumplings and can't eat enough, right?

Even though I'm forty years old, I'm still like that

With all his strength, he ate the dumplings brought by the old lady in one go, until his eyes were straight and his abdomen was swollen like a bulge, so that he could see the happy smile on the old lady's face!

So I smiled and said to the old lady - the dumplings made by the old lady are good, unparalleled in the world!

In fact

My aunt is old, and my uncle is also old, and I cook a bowl of food with old eyes, sometimes so salty that people can't open their mouths!

The old lady is also old, and the noodles are not moving, and it is impossible to chop the meat filling herself, so she can only buy it at the market outside.

The taste of the dumplings is naturally far inferior to the taste that the old lady made many years ago!

The only thing that can be compared to many years ago is the love and care for me that has never changed in the food they cooked!

In this life and this life, it has never changed

I think this is the kind of taste that can really make people cherish forever in a home-cooked meal, right?