A bowl of miso soup about my mother, leaving behind the soup, and leaving behind a permanent love. In love, drinking the soup recalled by my mother, this is the greatest happiness in the most unfortunate br       />

To be honest, I hate eating, what kind of state do you reach? Just like Jia Baoyu said that when he saw a girl, it was as clear as water, which made people feel refreshed, while a man was dirty mud. If he pushed it like this, rice would be "dirty mud" to me.

Now whenever I eat, I feel like I'm tormenting me. No matter how fat rice is, I can't raise any appetite, so my parents think I have anorexia. In fact, it wouldn't be the case.

My stomach seems very delicate, but whenever I eat outside, I feel uncomfortable. When I first entered high school, I endured diarrhea for a week because I was not used to the food in the cafeteria, and I lost weight when I got home. Then, what awaited me was often digestive discomfort and constipation. Gradually, I began to reject eating, as if eating in my subconscious was not a pleasant thing for me.

I was a little fat for a while. At that time, I remembered that I had held my calves before and told my mother that my legs finally became thicker and there was no need to be called a bamboo pole. But I didn’t know that if I gained weight a little, I regretted it again.

Now, I am most reluctant to hear people say that you are so thin that you are almost lost... God knows how I will lose weight? If you want to grow fat, you will become thinner. If you want to lose weight, you will become fat. This is not something I can control~

But some things have begun to change, and I want to go back to the mood I once hoped to go home for a meal.

After all, although eating with my parents is an extremely small thing, for me, I want to make it a grand and beautiful thing. Last night, I was interested, sour and purple cabbage, sour and crispy, and the wrong potato stewed duck. The duck meat has not been stewed, with a strong chewy feeling, but the potatoes are no longer visible. Finally, they were put on the plate. I have to say that it looks very... ugly~ it turned into duck meat mashed potatoes. However, the taste is very good, both potatoes and duck are almost delicious.

Although I don’t cook often, I still feel good when I make it. My mother especially likes to eat pancakes I make. At home, I’m just like a child clamoring me to make pancakes for her. Although she said she was unhappy, she was still very happy.

I often stew soup, chicken soup, duck soup, rib soup, and paired with kelp, red dates, wolfberry, large slices of ginger, dried chili, and miso soup with small flowers. We also put various ingredients in it, stew the soup, boil noodles in soup, and add fresh vegetables.

Perhaps when I eat, I feel something without realizing it. I will devote myself to it. Every time I look at the white smoke from the soup pot, accompanied by the fragrance, I will sense how long it will take little by little. Then, I will wait slowly and listen to the gurgling sounds inside it.
Chapter completed!