【wave Toothpick Meat】——the Little Taste of Life
by Cat's eye
Favorite
Difficulty
Hard
Time
10m
Serving
2
Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [Wave Toothpick Meat]-Stir a circle of ordinary life
A few days ago, having dinner with a few friends, the situation was very stiff. Old Song, the most talkative person on weekdays, is extremely dull today, just immersing himself in drinking. In the past, when Song was present, it was he who provoked the topic, and everyone started to spread it out. After a long time, it became a habit. Without Song's advice, Dajiazu felt that there was nothing to say...
Xinlan couldn't help it anymore: "Brother, let's start, everyone doesn't know what to say if you don't start. It's really boring to eat dry like this."
"Hey..." A long sigh, Song's response to me, unexpectedly opened the deadlock. Everyone talked and talked about it and began to test this "Xiao Song" who usually laughed and joked, and had a lot of "young" and innocent sorrows. Why did he become a resentful woman today?
After a long expedition, Song finally spoke. It turned out that he and his wife had been married for seven years. After they got married, his wife became a full-time wife. He was about to go to elementary school and his career stabilized. However, he suddenly discovered that there are fewer and fewer topics with his wife. The parents are short, and there is no other person who can communicate with Song. Recently I met a little girl who studied art and took the initiative to launch a stormy "pursuit" of him. Romantic, innocent, passionate, and naked love words made waves in the heart of this young man. On one side is the Huang Lian Po who only knows how to eat and drink, and on the other side is the little hot girl who likes to have fun. On one side is the "seven-year itch" that is gradually becoming a bottleneck, and on the other side is the stimulating "little freshness". On one side is the family's morality and responsibility, on the other side is the desire and temptation of desire. Let Song not know how to choose.
In another round of curious comments, Song Guoran is our table topic machine, and even such old-fashioned emotional entanglements can directly open up the embarrassing situation. Brother Huang: "Brother, what's the trouble with this? The red flag at home will not fall, the colorful flags are fluttering outside." Xiao Yao: "Brother, isn't it just the seven-year itch? It's gone. I can't sorry my sister-in-law. , You have to think about the child's paper. Also, tell me what the hot girl's number is, don't waste it."...
Xinlan didn't join this chaotic war of words, just texted with his sister-in-law under the table. "Sister-in-law, have you made any new dishes during this time?" "Hey, I lost half my life with the baby paper, and I don’t even have the strength to make up. What new dishes I can make every day, I just fry and make do with it. Eat." "That's not good. If you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep the man's stomach. It's always sloppy, and the gods will be offended. No wonder my Song brother likes to call us out for dinner recently. I'm tired of it. "... There was a short message silence. "Thank you, brother. Tomorrow I will give the baby paper to her grandma's house and make a candlelight dinner for Lao Song." Smart woman. "Then thank you sister-in-law, I'm told by Brother Song every day to eat fat fat on my belly. There is no way to reduce this fat."
Today, Song organized a saliva meeting at the table again, regaining his former demeanor, talking eloquently and witty words. The well-dressed sister-in-law next to him thoughtfully took food to him, and participated in our topic from time to time, elegant and charming, just like a lady. From then on, there is no legend of being fresh.
Life is like this. Most of the time, it is as plain as water, which makes people get used to it, numb, and can't be interesting. If things go on like this, people will inevitably think about breaking through the siege. The besieged city is just people outside who want to come in, and people inside want to go out. After going out or coming in, after a short fresh stimulus, they are faced with plain water again, get used to it again, become numb again, and lose interest again. Instead of always worrying about his breakout around him, it is better to create some small stimuli and small changes to the dull life from time to time. Even the old candlelight dinner, even if it was a new brocade tablecloth, or even a bunch of jasmine in the vase, could surprise him who was already bored. What I am afraid of is that I will not do anything, surrender to the plain, and even have no desire to think. When the sudden change comes, I can only do nothing.
The same meat slices are marinated first and then fried, directly fried, he is just an ordinary sliced meat; add a toothpick, he becomes a toothpick meat; curl the sliced meat into a wave shape, he becomes a gorgeous wavy toothpick meat. Simple dishes, small tricks, will it make you feel that life is not static, and she will occasionally ripple...
Chu people are greedy and eat puffer fish in a popular restaurant. Unfortunately, they are poisoned and write essays in the ward. "
A few days ago, having dinner with a few friends, the situation was very stiff. Old Song, the most talkative person on weekdays, is extremely dull today, just immersing himself in drinking. In the past, when Song was present, it was he who provoked the topic, and everyone started to spread it out. After a long time, it became a habit. Without Song's advice, Dajiazu felt that there was nothing to say...
Xinlan couldn't help it anymore: "Brother, let's start, everyone doesn't know what to say if you don't start. It's really boring to eat dry like this."
"Hey..." A long sigh, Song's response to me, unexpectedly opened the deadlock. Everyone talked and talked about it and began to test this "Xiao Song" who usually laughed and joked, and had a lot of "young" and innocent sorrows. Why did he become a resentful woman today?
After a long expedition, Song finally spoke. It turned out that he and his wife had been married for seven years. After they got married, his wife became a full-time wife. He was about to go to elementary school and his career stabilized. However, he suddenly discovered that there are fewer and fewer topics with his wife. The parents are short, and there is no other person who can communicate with Song. Recently I met a little girl who studied art and took the initiative to launch a stormy "pursuit" of him. Romantic, innocent, passionate, and naked love words made waves in the heart of this young man. On one side is the Huang Lian Po who only knows how to eat and drink, and on the other side is the little hot girl who likes to have fun. On one side is the "seven-year itch" that is gradually becoming a bottleneck, and on the other side is the stimulating "little freshness". On one side is the family's morality and responsibility, on the other side is the desire and temptation of desire. Let Song not know how to choose.
In another round of curious comments, Song Guoran is our table topic machine, and even such old-fashioned emotional entanglements can directly open up the embarrassing situation. Brother Huang: "Brother, what's the trouble with this? The red flag at home will not fall, the colorful flags are fluttering outside." Xiao Yao: "Brother, isn't it just the seven-year itch? It's gone. I can't sorry my sister-in-law. , You have to think about the child's paper. Also, tell me what the hot girl's number is, don't waste it."...
Xinlan didn't join this chaotic war of words, just texted with his sister-in-law under the table. "Sister-in-law, have you made any new dishes during this time?" "Hey, I lost half my life with the baby paper, and I don’t even have the strength to make up. What new dishes I can make every day, I just fry and make do with it. Eat." "That's not good. If you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep the man's stomach. It's always sloppy, and the gods will be offended. No wonder my Song brother likes to call us out for dinner recently. I'm tired of it. "... There was a short message silence. "Thank you, brother. Tomorrow I will give the baby paper to her grandma's house and make a candlelight dinner for Lao Song." Smart woman. "Then thank you sister-in-law, I'm told by Brother Song every day to eat fat fat on my belly. There is no way to reduce this fat."
Today, Song organized a saliva meeting at the table again, regaining his former demeanor, talking eloquently and witty words. The well-dressed sister-in-law next to him thoughtfully took food to him, and participated in our topic from time to time, elegant and charming, just like a lady. From then on, there is no legend of being fresh.
Life is like this. Most of the time, it is as plain as water, which makes people get used to it, numb, and can't be interesting. If things go on like this, people will inevitably think about breaking through the siege. The besieged city is just people outside who want to come in, and people inside want to go out. After going out or coming in, after a short fresh stimulus, they are faced with plain water again, get used to it again, become numb again, and lose interest again. Instead of always worrying about his breakout around him, it is better to create some small stimuli and small changes to the dull life from time to time. Even the old candlelight dinner, even if it was a new brocade tablecloth, or even a bunch of jasmine in the vase, could surprise him who was already bored. What I am afraid of is that I will not do anything, surrender to the plain, and even have no desire to think. When the sudden change comes, I can only do nothing.
The same meat slices are marinated first and then fried, directly fried, he is just an ordinary sliced meat; add a toothpick, he becomes a toothpick meat; curl the sliced meat into a wave shape, he becomes a gorgeous wavy toothpick meat. Simple dishes, small tricks, will it make you feel that life is not static, and she will occasionally ripple...
Chu people are greedy and eat puffer fish in a popular restaurant. Unfortunately, they are poisoned and write essays in the ward. "
