Stone pot bibimbap, one person's exclusive deliciousness

Cook two tubes of rice and it will last six meals. Half two shredded meat, spend a few minutes over the oil, can eat a week. Buy a few apples, throw them in the refrigerator and put them in the dehydrated are not yet eaten.

Probably all people who live alone have this experience: in the morning, waking up from the quiet room, alone to go to work, and in the evening to return home, push open the door, printed into the eyes of the darkness. The kitchen is mostly furnished, the mood is good, occasionally cook. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.

On the matter of cooking, a person, always embarrassing. Do some more, but also can not eat; less do it, and feel lazy to go to the time and effort. Sometimes, I even feel that eating is just a task that has to be accomplished. I took the stone pot bibimbap sent by the delivery boy, and sighed heartily, "Thank you for the takeaway, saving the lonely people."

This was the first time I tried stone pot bibimbap, and I was a little disappointed inside when I saw that what was delivered was not a stone pot. The stone pot bibimbap came in a cylindrical plastic box, and the piping hot rice, which covered the box in steam, made it hard to see what was in the box. I wasn't really looking forward to it anyway, but it was just a matter of completing the meal. As usual, I carried the stone pot of rice to the window and sat down, took out my cell phone, ready to open the food video cached in my phone.

I'm used to watching food videos while eating alone. Eyes glued to the phone while blindly bringing food mechanically into the mouth. Watching the foodie on the phone eating right away made it seem like someone was eating with me, and it made it less lonely.

Uncovering the box, a light heat rises. The moment the stone pot bibimbap appeared, my attention was still drawn to it. I did not think that a simple takeaway could be so exquisite.

Shredded chicken, shredded carrots, shredded mushrooms, shredded lettuce, bean sprouts in a circle neatly and orderly spread on the rice, the top of the dish, placed a fried egg, next to a little kimchi and hot sauce. The whole stone pot bibimbap is very organized, looks not only a food, but also like a work of art.

The egg is fried tender, the white smooth and white, the yolk golden. The half-cooked yolk wobbles as you gently shake the lunch box.

The last time I saw eggs fried so well was last Spring Festival in my hometown. Mom always likes to fry the egg only half-cooked, so that the yolk to keep the liquid state, said the most nutritious and most delicious, but also named it the sun egg. At first I was not accustomed to eating, I think it is very fishy. Later in my mother's "coercion", but also gradually developed this unique taste.

"It's really like a little sun." I looked at the egg in the box and thought to myself.

I picked up the chopsticks and gently poked the yolk. The thick yolk liquid slowly flowed out. Using a spoon, I stirred the rice well, and the aroma of the thick Korean-style hot sauce, which also emanated from the constant tossing and stirring, was appetizing. I scooped a large spoonful of the bibimbap into my mouth and slowly chewed it, the freshness of the vegetables, the tenderness of the shredded meat, and the softness of the rice perfectly complemented each other.

The familiar dense texture of the rice coated with egg yolk liquid took me back to the days when my mom "forced" me to eat eggs. The hot sauce brings a unique sweet and spicy flavor to the rice. Some of the rice has been pan-fried in the stone pot, and when you bite into it, it is crispy and flavorful. Eating a big mouthful of stone pot bibimbap, I thought, happiness is just like that.

I don't know when the food video on my phone finished playing, because I wasn't even watching it. I just focused on eating the bibimbap in front of me, forgetting all about the sadness of being alone.

The beauty of food is its subjectivity. I have eaten stone pot bibimbap countless times, but this is the only time that I forgot to be alone.

I finished the last bite of stone pot bibimbap, happily put down the spoon, and sighed contentedly.

Whether you're all alone or you have company, you can become free in the presence of good food. You can eat without worrying, without being bound. After a satisfying meal, you can leave all your worries behind.

This is the most equal healing that food can give to the world.

Later, I always remembered, even if you are lonely, don't forget to make yourself a meal of stone pot bibimbap.

Brush the inside of the stone pot with a thin layer of oil and press the white rice on the bottom of the pot. Shred your favorite vegetables and meat, put them on top of the rice, and cook over medium heat. Add some pickles and some hot sauce.

Add a half-cooked sunny side up egg.