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When I was a child, whenever I smelled a strong aroma of food before I even walked into my house, I knew that my parents were back. Because of my father's work, he was out of town most of the time and rarely came home, sometimes once or twice a month, sometimes not for months. So I envied the other kids, who could eat with their moms and dads every day and go out to play together. And I was only with my mom. I asked my mom why my dad was always away from home, and if he didn't want us anymore. Mom denied my point of view, saying that dad is a simple, serious and hardworking person. I don't understand ......

My father's cooking skills are great, so as long as you can smell the smell of food from a long distance, it must be my father's return, and the next day after giving me a good, beautiful meal, my father must go. Before he left, he would always make a kind of dried tofu for me with a bunch of seasonings such as marinade, and then carry a bag and stride away, leaving only a back figure that eventually turned into a dot. The dried bean curd tasted so good, but I couldn't eat it for more than a few days before I ran out. So I once again looked forward to his return.

I finally couldn't help myself, thinking: when my father comes back next time, I'll make sure he teaches me how to make that delicious dried tofu. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Work process is really a lot, I can't remember, seasoning is really a lot, I don't recognize, so I quickly lost patience, but my father whispered at the same time: "beautiful things are hard to come by, just like doing this dried tofu, need to step by step, can't be opportunistic, otherwise it won't be able to do that flavor, do the same thing, to be a good person, you need to put in the effort, can't be opportunistic, or else you can't do that flavor. Need to put in the effort, never speculate, otherwise it will lose the meaning of being a human being ...... "I looked at him stupidly, just thinking about the delicious taste in the pot, as for what he said, I don't understand ......

In the blink of an eye , ten or so years have passed. Today, I can still taste the delicious dried tofu made by my father. Now that my father is retired at home, he can make it for me every day, but I can't eat it every day because my home is too far away from school and I can only come back once a month.

So, eating delicious dried tofu has become a kind of expectation. Because of this expectation, I often think of the delicious dried tofu, and my father's teachings to me. It inspired me to go forward.

Now, whenever I am on my way, my father will make dried tofu for me and let me take it with me. I carried my bag and took a big step forward, and when I looked back, my father was always watching me, his eyes were so firm.

Along the way, I chewed on that rare delicacy, and at this moment, I understood it all...

My father was a laid-off worker. He used to be a chef, and he made dishes so good that we all called him a cook. Once, my father caught a big mackerel and prepared to cook pickled fish for us to eat. He cleaned the fish and cut it up. He poured oil into the pot, put the prepared fish in the pot, added salt, monosodium glutamate, star anise, water and other seasonings, and then boiled it for a while, and then put the sauerkraut into the pot and boiled it. After fifteen minutes, my dad lifted the pot, and the sauerkraut really made my mouth water, and I was so greedy that my mouth just watered. This is my father's handicraft, you say he can do it or not?