Cooking has only been put back on the agenda in the last two years and has become a part of my life. But the budding point was a variety show in Nicholas Tse a few years ago. At that time, this variety show just came out. These words have touched me so far, and they are directly on the picture.

He said that in the days after divorce, cooking has become a habit of one's life and it is also a very healing thing.

A question that kept lingering in my mind at that time: How cured is cooking? Why not use other methods.

It was the last summer vacation of high school before college. Idle, but also to verify this matter, began to fight in the kitchen. I probably persisted for a few days, but every time I cooked, the sticky feeling caused by the smell of oil smoke and sweat soaked my clothes really made me a little crazy, and the aftermath of cooking was really more tiring than cooking, so I gradually put this idea on hold.

I didn't expect this to last for a few years, and then I went into the kitchen because of love.

That's a girl I met after I graduated from college. It's cool and cold, but she is actually a little girl.

Cooking is that one day I was looking at my kitchen and suddenly I had this idea: I like her, why not cook for her? Heart is not as good as action, so it began. I am a novice, not to mention a long time. After many experiments and drug experiments failed, I think cooking should start with basic skills, such as fried rice.

This is the first time to cook for her. She said that this fried rice tastes great and the particles in her mouth are distinct.

At that time, I was really encouraged and thought that my efforts were not in vain. Later, I made it many times. Strangely, I think it's all the same taste. She always said that the first time was not delicious. I think it may be the buff bonus for cooking for the first time.

Start slowly, stir-fry and order, cook noodles, sometimes cook longan and red dates and beat eggs, and give her some brown sugar to cope with the physiological period.

Some pictures are missing. Let's take a look at these. It doesn't look good, but it tastes all right. Of course, this is what she said.

She likes to eat fish and seafood, but because the grade was too low at that time, she really couldn't satisfy it. She said that the days are still long, and if you take your time, there will always be a fish and seafood dinner made by yourself.

We broke up before we were even. Suddenly, I expect the unexpected, and I won't say why.

I thought cooking would be shelved by me again, but I was not allowed to do so. Two months after we broke up, I was thinking about Nicholas Tse's words: After a period of divorce, cooking became a healing partner.

I gradually understood the treatment. That break-up time was the beginning of my arrival in a new city. I adapt to the new environment, new colleagues and new life every day. My roommates grew up together, but because of overtime and business trips, I seldom get together to talk, so buying some ingredients and doing something quietly in the kitchen became my quietest thing at that time.

Of course, it still does.

In the future, I will seize the days when I can get together, do my hair together and have a little wine together.

Then when you are alone, fry yourself a rice cake.

Maybe it's my roommate's birthday. Cook him a bowl of longevity noodles.

Some time ago, according to the normal procedure, I resigned from the company one month in advance. During this month, I also invited my colleagues to my home several times to have dinner and drink together and meet again.

Now, there are not many basic problems in my family. Occasionally, I want to do something different. I will search the tutorial and basically get it done. In a word, cooking has really made me grow a lot, just like Nicholas Tse said.

Some things are really urgent and I can't come.

I forgot to mention that I have reached the level of cooking seafood now, and I don't cook it often. My technology is even a little rusty, but it's ok to satisfy my appetite when I want to eat it. Unfortunately, I didn't cook it for her myself.

This feeling is a bit like what the rotten street says: At my most helpless age, I met you who wanted to take care of me the most.

All in all, girl, I hope you have a good life.

And I will continue to cook with my heart until I meet her and say this to me.

"Can you cook for me all my life?"

Then I answered

"Of course"