Cooking is also a kind of happiness

It rained these two days, and the horse teeth in the bathtub upstairs were full of water, which grew a lot overnight. Looking at the gratifying horse teeth, I suddenly felt that my son's breakfast had landed.

My son killed three without mercy, saying it was delicious.

Seeing my son wolfing down his food, I feel full of happiness and satisfaction for my mother. People who love cooking can feel the four seasons in three meals a day and appreciate the phenological solar terms from the ingredients. Three meals a day and three seasons in the kitchen, risking fireworks.

A person's cooking skills, such as practicing and polishing day after day, will be more interested in cooking.

When others share our food, we also have greater happiness.

This kind of happiness permeates the whole process from the vegetable market to the kitchen.

Going to the vegetable market, watching the bustling crowd, listening to the clear cries, full of excitement.

Looking at the booth in a blink of an eye, fish and shrimp jumped out of the basket, alive and kicking, chickens and ducks squeaked and full of vitality.

Vegetable vendors put fresh and watery fruits and vegetables in neat yards, just like people who cook.

In the kitchen, watching garlic cloves stir-fry in sesame oil gives off a bright fragrance, and you will feel the profound realism of life.

Try to be a person who can cook, for the sake of his own health and to feel the sureness of that kind of life.

Actually, cooking is a kind of happiness.