Make a pot of soup, love the family

There is often an idea of time and space exchange: a pot of soup, love the family, life, no regrets.

This idea comes from the oral legend of my grandmother when I was young, my grandmother is not good at words, kind to people, not aggressive, the most thing she did in her life is soup, weak and ill she can not go out to work, as long as the nest next to the coal fire to do things in the kitchen. It is said that grandma's soup can cure all diseases. At that time, medicine was scarce. If you can drink the soup made by Grandma herself, you can recover from a serious illness.

Grandma not only uses soup to nourish grandpa, uncle, mother and aunt, but also nourishes a large group of relatives, but soup too much want to start chaos and abandon, just like young people yearn for the complex and changeable life outside, a large group of people like a lantern in and out, death, death, war frequent some people lost their lives, material desire in the flow of some people forever stay in the city, but all this, For grandma are all cloud roll Yun Shu, honor and disgrace is not surprised, you go your Yangguan Avenue, I praise my nutrition soup, catch up, drink some, can not catch up to keep, anyway the fire did not stop, soup did not withdraw, the night is young.

Grandmother soup looks very focused, persistent, said that artists treat art, not too much, soup is bound to add a variety of ingredients, traditional Chinese medicine, grandma refused to pass on the secret recipe to outsiders, even if it is their own family, she was born to labor life, just like to integrate their own wisdom into a pot of soup, let people drink, take away the trouble, wash away the sorrow.

Grandma's recipe for soup had disappeared after her death, and when I returned, the small fires had long since been torn down, the large modern buildings had been erected, and as for the coal fires, there was no one to care for their successors. This is the change of times, a person left, took away her era.

Under the pressure of time, we will no longer keep next to the coal fire, painstaking efforts to praise a pot of long twists and turns of soup, we will eat instant noodles, will eat fast food, or will be beer desperately poured into the belly, drunk, from time to time humming pop songs, we will cry and laugh, will be aggravated in order to worry.

But we always felt that something was missing, and now when we think about it, it is missing the slow and hesitant time when the soup is slowly simmering.

Walking slowly, thinking slowly, hesitating whether to do this thing, what we lack is the courage and strength to slow down.

Mother in his old age, finally learned to soup, aunt said grandma is a bit of a side, will be the number of clothes quietly passed on to her eldest daughter, mother did not say yes or no, just smiled soup. A pot of soup, a day and a night of cooking time is too short, a small chair, a big fan, no gas hood, only a small coal fire, casserole soup overflowing, we gathered together, waiting for the mother's order, then relive the old dream of childhood.

Mother said: soup is slow, slow, meat will be into the soup, soup also need to be stable, fast, although the meat is melted, nutrition is not fully permeated, this is the only secret.

The little child asked mischievously: Is it difficult to spend a lifetime, making a pot of soup?

The mother patted the child on the face and said: "To get, this is the highest level of soup."

Spend a lifetime in a pot of soup, it must be the world is the most aromatic soup, this pot of soup, will disturb the world, wake up the earth, shame heaven.

My favorite thing is getting old, spending a long time with my lover in a pot of soup, the soup is filled with all the human feelings and love, the soup is filled with fireworks, but also the flow of sentient beings.