What s the most touching food for you?

What I remember the most is a cup of milk tea. My brother dropped out of school early, no education and technology, at the beginning of last year, came to Hangzhou to run takeaway, one night back from work, he excitedly told me, there is something for me, let me rummage through the takeaway box, I opened it, there is a cup of milk tea, he said, today to deliver food, the day is hot, when a person is delivered, others give, he is not willing to drink, bring me back. Holding the milk tea, all kinds of emotions came to my heart in an instant, and tears almost fell.

Then deliberately behaved very happily, jumped up and down with milk tea, jumped into the house, and my brother followed behind and said, look, it's thanks to me that I didn't find a girlfriend, otherwise, there is only a cup of milk tea, am I giving it to you, or to my girlfriend?

I remember an egg deeply, black in 2006, my younger brother was diagnosed with leukemia, a primary school student in the third grade, he had to face the ghost gate, he had chemotherapy 6 times before and after, his hair and eyebrows grew and fell out, my mother smiled bitterly and said that it was very similar to eggs. The situation at home is average, the high ** fee is already exhausted, the younger brother's chemotherapy effect is not good, once, the younger brother can't help the chemotherapy ***, pull out the infusion tube on his body, say that it is not cured, and go to buy delicious food for his brother and his parents to eat together. Thanks to God, when the bone marrow was paired, my brother and I were paired, and the bone marrow could be transplanted to him, fortunately he did not reject after the transplant, and the body was slowly **.

I remember very clearly, that day he came out of the ICU at 6 o'clock in the morning, we had breakfast together as a family, my brother didn't start eating, just peeled an egg and put it in my bowl, I never liked to eat eggs for the first time I thought eggs were so delicious.

A bunch of vegetable leaves. When I was pregnant, I had a very big reaction. The kind that vomits in the dark.

Once my brother picked me up to see my aunt, when I got home, my aunt was busy in the kitchen, saw me coming, and said happily, today I stewed pork ribs soup for you! As soon as I heard it, I vomited My aunt was so distressed that she said, "What's the matter, I keep throwing up like this."

The pork rib soup is definitely not going to be able to drink. So what would you like to eat? Bun?

Dumplings? Or boil some millet porridge? "I said I couldn't eat.

Especially the rice flour and meat oil. "Then you have to eat it," my aunt was so anxious that she wiped her tears. "Your mother is not early, and your mother-in-law is not here, and she can't even eat when she is pregnant.

It's not that I can't eat anything, I just want to eat something clear, all kinds of vegetable leaves or something. I guess I'm pregnant with a rabbit. "Maybe this kid was a monk in his last life," my aunt said.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, it was my brother, we didn't know when he went out, and now he came back with a big bag of vegetables. Spinach, lettuce, bok choy, garlic moss, lettuce, endive.

My brother handed me the pile and said, "Here, dish." "My brother is 14 years older than me, and when I can remember, he has graduated from secondary school and joined the work, and I don't see him once in ten days and half a month, and I always feel that he is not as good as my sister.

Because it is my aunt's only son, he is somewhat pampered, and he never asks about the trivial matters of life. My brother was unusually reticent, and I counted him, and what he said at home in a day didn't add up to twenty words. He is engaged in financial work, and he usually talks to colleagues in the unit to discuss work on the phone, and one word has to collapse from his nostrils.

My aunt always laughed at him for being half dumb. But my taciturn eldest brother in his forties, because of my words, went to the vegetable market he had never been to in the sun, and bought a bunch of vegetables that he would not normally put in his eyelids. I had tears in my eyes when I ate that pile of vegetable leaves.

I am the youngest granddaughter of my grandparents, and I was especially pampered by my grandfather because I loved reading and had good grades since I was a child. Although my grandfather lived in the countryside, he was a village doctor and had a decent pension. My parents also have jobs, but they often don't pay them.

But I love meat, and I itch all over my body without meat. Every Saturday afternoon after school, my grandfather would take me to their house, and then he would sneak to the small restaurant at the entrance of our village and order me a pot of spicy chicken. It's a whole chicken, stir-fried with green peppers and sweet noodle sauce.

This chicken is my dinner. Grandpa said that if you don't eat steamed buns, you will eat meat and eat hard. One chicken a week, eaten from elementary school until I graduated from junior high school in town.

My mother's rice balls were high school at the time, and I was envious of the Japanese heroine holding the rice balls and the bento Meizizizi, and I was envious of me, and I went home and rolled all over the ground to ask my mother to be my mother for me, she hadn't made rice balls, she had eaten but hadn't done it, so she was confused. After reading my **, I pondered it seriously for a day When I returned to school the next day, I proudly put a bag of things in my hand, with the expression of a soldier who had won the battle. I hurried back to school and didn't open it, and when I got to the school meal, I took it out, and I was stunned that there were four or five huge, super big, bigger than my face, well......In fact, it should be called a huge rice ball, wrapped in plastic wrap, stuffed with meat dishes and fish.

I don't think there is a single fish in the fish rice ball, There must be two fish, I ate one and I couldn't walk and eat and suddenly my nose was sore, At that time, my family's economy was a little bad, and the dishes at home were very vegetarian This rice ball was stuffed with so many beef and fish, I don't know why I couldn't say it, I had a very sore nose when I hit my mother at night, My mother said: Oh, I see that ** is white rice, that eats how nutritious it is, and it is not delicious, I am an improved version of this, I put a lot of meat for you, you eat delicious, I'm sure I'll be able to eat enough, and I thought it was the best thing to eat.

After a firefight, tired, sleepy and hungry, only half a bottle of water on my body, after drinking water, I leaned on the back of the fire truck to rest, and waited for other teammates to collect the remnants after the team, but accidentally fell asleep, in a daze, I felt that someone was pulling my hand, I opened my eyes, and found a five or six-year-old child, who used toilet paper to help me wipe the mud and dust on my hands, and then stuffed me with a steamed bun to see that I woke up, he turned around and ran ......I understood what he meant, I burst into tears instantly, I haven't been distressed by others for a long time, this sudden warmth, this feeling made my tears burst instantly, I couldn't control it at all, crying like a child, fortunately no one saw it, otherwise it was embarrassing.

I can't describe it. I didn't want to eat any steamed buns for a long time, and finally I was afraid that they would break and heat up in the kitchen to eat, which was the best steamed bun I have ever eaten in recent years. It's a love from a five or six-year-old boy.

In college, I went out in a hard sleeper during the eleventh day, and because I didn't have such a long sleeper train experience, I only brought a little bit of food before I realized this serious problem. At first, I got in the car at night, and I helped the grandmother with the partition to carry the luggage and chatted twice, the grandmother went out with her grandson, I changed my lower bunk for the grandmother, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep, and there was nothing to say all night. When I got up the next morning, my grandmother asked me if I didn't bring anything to eat, and I said no.

Then the grandmother took out a large crisper and cut the sushi, the seaweed on each sushi was shiny, I smelled it, it was still sesame oil, the grandmother's sushi was not the kind of Japanese, the diameter and width were the same, but they were rolled by hand, and the diameter was a little uneven. There are vegetables made by grandma herself. The sesame oil is evenly soaked in seaweed.

Although I was hungry, the sushi tasted really good, and it didn't taste the same as the ones I bought. I haven't eaten since last night, and after eating two, I was embarrassed to eat more, and the grandmother smiled and said that it was okay, let me eat enough, and then said, do you remember the schoolbag you helped me carry up yesterday? It's all inside.

I thought about it for a while, and there were eight pounds if not ten pounds. It should be a long way to go. Hunger made me no longer polite, and I ate everything in the lunch box in one go, leaving only a transparent lunch box with a shiny oil on the small table in the aisle of the sleeper car.

Then the old grandmother took out a red plastic bag from the school bag, and in the plastic bag were one after another fresh-keeping bags, whether the fresh-keeping bags were cut or not, or strip-shaped sushi. Come, see if you haven't eaten enough, come with another one, but you don't cut it, you can eat it. I probably thought it was too tasty, so I ate another one, so I held it through the bag with my hand, and ate another one like an old Peking chicken wrap.

At first, I was very happy when I ate, and I felt lucky, but then I was moved, and I shared it with strangers on the long way. By the way, the grandmother is of Korean ethnicity, and the conversation with her grandson is in Korean, Smecta Smecta. Then, when they chatted with me, they automatically switched back to Northeast dialect.

I ate a total of about a pound of my grandmother, she said that she took her to eat on the way when she visited relatives, and said that there was a surplus, so I could eat as much as I wanted. Each time it reminds people of a college student who is not deeply involved in the world, and a crisper box of shiny sushi.

In the office building where I used to work, every morning there was an old woman sitting on the side of the road, with a bamboo basket in front of her, which contained some white rice dumplings for sale. Most of the people who work in the office building are young people, and some people pass by and buy a zongzi from the grandmother for breakfast. The old man seems to like to talk to the young people who come to buy zongzi, but everyone has a tight time at work in the morning, so they don't have the patience to listen to her nagging, so they leave after a few perfunctory words.

A skinny old lady sits on the side of the crowded roadside every morning, selling cheap white rice dumplings, wanting to talk to people, but no one cares. That scene is quite sad to watch. I don't know why she still comes to sell zongzi every morning when she is so old, and I don't know the situation of her family, I only know that her white zongzi are sold cheaply, and she can't make any money.

When I occasionally go to buy zongzi, if the time is not tight, I just stop and listen to her say a few more words, like the recent rise of zongzi has risen by a few cents, and the city management does not allow stalls or something, anyway, it is those trivial things that are turned over and over, and there is nothing else. I guess the old man just wants someone to talk to. Once I casually asked her why she only made white zongzi and not meat zongzi.

She asked me if I liked meat dumplings, and I said yes, the one with salted egg yolk is better. The old lady laughed and said that it was expensive, and she was afraid that she would not be able to sell it out and would not be able to afford it. Later, I was going to change jobs, and before I officially left my job, I went to buy zongzi again, and then told my grandmother that I would change places to work in the future, and I couldn't buy her zongzi.

As a result, when I passed by at work the next day, my grandmother specially greeted me and gave me a zongzi. It's not the white zongzi she used to make, it's a big meat zongzi, and the zongzi is still wrapped in a whole salted egg yolk, and the oil and gas seep out and moisten it in the glutinous rice, which looks particularly attractive. From beginning to end, the old man didn't say anything special.

But I always remember that zongzi.

Wow, I really enjoyed this topic! The most touching food I've ever eaten is a bowl of hot chicken soup. It was made to be a friend of the hu I cooked for me on a cold winter day, a few days after I had a cold.

When I took the first sip, I felt warm and comfortable, as if the whole world had changed for the better.

This bowl of chicken soup is not just an ordinary bowl of food, it represents the pure love and care that my mother has for me. I know she put a lot of time and effort into cooking this bowl of soup because she knows it's one of my favorite foods. Every time I felt sick or depressed, she would always cook me a bowl of chicken soup, which made me feel very warm and comforted.

This bowl of chicken soup also made me realize the power of food. Not only does it satisfy our appetites, but it also brings us emotional satisfaction and comfort. Everyone has their favorite foods, but when they are connected to our emotions, they become even more special and precious.

So, I think eating the most touching food is not only a taste pleasure, but also an emotional experience. It can make us feel loved and cared for, and make us feel warm and comfortable.

When I make this dish, I will prepare some lean meat, potatoes, green peppers, green onions, ginger and garlic and other ingredients. First, I cut the lean meat into small pieces, add light soy sauce, salt and starch, mix well, and marinate for 15 minutes. Then, I will cut the potatoes into small pieces, the green peppers into small pieces, and the ginger and garlic into small pieces.

Next, I will pour an appropriate amount of oil into a hot pan, and when the oil is hot, add the marinated lean pork and stir-fry until it changes color, and then remove it for later use. Next, I will pour an appropriate amount of oil into the pot again, add minced ginger and garlic and dried chili peppers and stir-fry until fragrant, then add potato and green pepper cubes and stir-fry the rock burn bush. I would add salt, light soy sauce and a small amount of water, cover and simmer for a few minutes until the potatoes are tender and the green peppers are ripe.

Finally, I put the fried lean pork into the coarse cherry blossom pot, add chopped green onion and a small amount of chicken essence and stir-fry evenly, turn off the heat and start the pot. The taste of this dish is very delicious and nutritious, and it is one of my favorite dishes.

Sometimes, I also add other vegetables such as carrots and onions to the potatoes and green peppers to make the dish more colorful. Sometimes, I will also add some condiments such as bean paste or Lao Gan Ma to the dish to make the dish more flavorful.

In conclusion, the preparation of this dish is very simple and can be modified according to one's taste and preferences. If you're looking to try a simple yet delicious dish, try this stir-fried pork with potatoes and green peppers!