[xiangxi Big Beef]-mid-autumn Festival Feast, Good Food with Wine

Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [Xiangxi Big Beef]——Let’s slow down the years

In the past few days, I have met a lot of new friends through the Internet, because of the delicious food, we communicate with each other and learn from each other. Among them were several girls, and Xinlan was particularly impressed. Not because of their delicate faces, but because they all have one thing in common. Dad has passed away for many years. They found Xinlan because Xinlan made some of their father's favorite dishes, including braised pork, steamed pork with rice flour, and three cups of chicken...it made them feel passionate. In the words, a kind of affection between father and daughter willfully diffuse, and the miss of heavenly father shocked Xinlan.
I couldn't calm down for a long time, so I picked up my mobile phone and called Dad. A familiar call came from the receiver: "Ding Ding Dong". This is my nickname, a nickname that only dad can call in this world. Unconscious tears glided across the face, which is a kind of moving catharsis. No matter how old I am and how far I go, in the eyes of my father, I will always be the naughty child, the jingle of him. No matter how wronged, no matter what setbacks, as long as he hears his father's call, everything is calm and calm.
My father is healthy and healthy. Although he is over 60 years old, his face is full of red light, he walks with wind, his voice is loud, optimistic and cheerful, and he looks more energetic than the young guy except for his pale hair. Compared with those netizens, I am happy. In them, I saw the sorrow of "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the relatives do not wait." This is a kind of helpless sorrow, a sorrow of remorse, and a sorrow that cannot be healed in a lifetime.
From the moment we were born, we were destined to enjoy the selfless love of our father for a lifetime. Yan father and loving mother here is the opposite of Xinlan. As far as I can remember, my father always smiles and responds to requests. No matter how much my mother objected, my father would quietly buy me what I wanted. What I didn't expect was the extra surprise my father gave me. The best is for me to eat, the best is for me to use. When I was a child, I liked eating turtle skirts. My father used to set a record of eating turtles for three months, so that my mother felt like vomiting when she saw turtles. My father loves beef most, especially the chewy beef, but Xinlan has been unable to chew beef since he was young, so Dad has almost never cooked beef...
Maybe it's this kind of doting numbness, maybe it's father's tolerance, Xinlan thinks all this is taken for granted. As I grow older, I get tired of the care of my father's nagging and the exhortations of my mother-in-law. Xinlan started to contradict his father, began to tease his father, and began adolescent rebellion. My father didn't blame Xinlan, he cared for the "ding-ding-dong" in his eyes as always, repeating a few words of "long-winded" day after day. Xinlan hopes to escape the love of these ears.
Finally, I went to university, left the city where I had lived for more than ten years, made countless new friends, and had a living allowance of 1,000 yuan a month at my disposal. I got rid of my father’s affectionate eyes. Xinlan felt that the world was too great. It's wonderful. Unplanned squandering, uncontrolled indulgence and carnival, the result can be imagined, life is in a mess, dirty clothes are piled up like a mountain, the bedroom is messy, and the dark circles are getting deeper and more... Father dragging a fat body, squatting on the ground to wash my clothes, when I came back, he pointed to the soy milk spring rolls on the table: "Hurry up and eat breakfast, don't delay class." I ate in a hurry and hugged up with a guilty conscience. The book escaped from the bedroom. I spent the morning in panic. I don’t know what kind of storm is waiting for me. I grind it back to the bedroom. My father has cleaned up my kennel-like bed: "Ding Ding Dong, Dad will take you to eat. , Ha ha.” In this way, I took the car all night to see my father and I ate a sumptuous meal with all night playing games. I didn’t blame me, but before leaving, he said earnestly, “Read more, I will be successful in the future. , Don’t waste your youth." I cried...
In this way, the years flow like water...
Xinlan has been wandering outside, Shenzhen and Hefei, leaving a lonely back. No matter how far away, my father would visit me in the first year to see my working environment, the house where I live, invite me to eat a big meal, help me tidy up the room, and leave a few words of reminder that I can recite, reluctant to give up go away. Every year on the eve of my birthday, my father always EMS a package, a few pieces of my favorite cigarettes, dozens of packs of my favorite betel nuts...a call a week, a few words repeated tens of thousands of times, never stop... …
Now, my father is old, and although he is in good spirits, he is not as good as before. Her hair was grey and her back was slightly camel, and even her favorite little wine was no longer drunk because of liver cirrhosis. Although Renqian is full of energy, I can feel his sorrow when he is alone. Now, the other way around is that I have become accustomed to the fixed telephone greeting once a week, and the call time is getting longer and longer...
Father, the white hair that unknowingly reveals on your sideburns bears the weight of caring for me; in the silent wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, the scars that you care for me are recorded. Thank you, you have supported our home with your no longer upright spine, and you have blocked my wind and rain with your not broad shoulders. I know that no one can stop the pace of time. I know that no matter what I give, you can't change your aging. I only pray to God, let the years slow down, don’t let you grow old... My son has grown up and can cook, and my son made you your favorite beef. It is kind of burnt and fragrant. Chewy beef, for you, my father...
Just like the chopstick brothers sang: "Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me? The child you care about, grown up... Dad who will be strong in his life, what can I do for you, insignificant care? Take it..."
May the father in the world and the father in heaven be well, healthy and happy.
Chu Ren Xinlan closed the pen with tears. "