Chinese people are good at using food to shorten the distance between their hometown and their hometown. The taste in their memories rubs the warm and delicate love into their tastes and penetrates into their genes. People will always hide the bitterness in their hearts and put the bitterness in their hearts. Happiness becomes food and is presented on the dining table of the four seasons. A wisp of smoke rises, taking us from the camouflage-colored military camp back to the place we call home.
Dumplings
32137 Troop Pei Yifan
Northerners seem to have a special preference for dumplings. Every northern child eats dumplings during festivals and important events. memory of time.
When I am away from home, I always buy various brands of quick-frozen dumplings, firstly for convenience and secondly to satisfy my craving, but they are not the taste of dumplings in my mind.
The first meal every time I get home is a plate of hot cucumber stuffed dumplings. When you bite into it, the fillings inside will flow out with broth mixed with the slightest fragrance. You will take a sip of the soup first. Add a sip of vinegar and it tastes right.
Mama’s dumplings have a specific sense of ritual. From the skin to the filling, washing, cutting and chopping, the whole family must work together. The division of labor is clear and no one can be lazy.
My mother never told me why the dumplings she made were so delicious, but every time before leaving home, the voice of "eat one, and then eat one more" always echoed in my ears for a long time. She wrapped all her thoughts and blessings for me in these thin-skinned dumplings with big fillings. I know that when I finish eating this bowl of dumplings, I will have to pack my bags again and continue on a new journey.
Braised Pork Ribs
32133 Troop Shan Xinxin
I remember every time I call my mother, the last sentence is always "When you come back, mom will cook you pork ribs." ! ”
Since I went to school, my favorite braised pork ribs will be on the table every time I come home. When I was a junior in college, I chose to join the army with my pen in hand. The last words my mother said to me before leaving were still, "When you come back, Mom will cook you ribs to eat!" The tears in the corners of my eyes made me look at my mother and never dare to look back.
This year is my third year in the army. Whenever braised pork ribs appear on the dining hall table, I will feel that my mother is beside me, giving me great strength, and the fatigue of the day will be swept away. null. My comrades say that I am obsessed with this dish. I always smile and say nothing because I know that this dish not only represents longing, but also my mother’s love.
Hot Noodles
91715 Troop An Luyi
In my impression, unlike my mother who was strict, whenever I encountered setbacks, my father would immediately Comfort me. Especially when my test scores were not ideal and I burst into tears after being lectured by my mother, he would always say: "Son, failure is the mother of success. Let's continue to work hard next time. Are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of hot noodle soup." . ”
My father learned his craft from the army, where he once served as a cook. When he was in the army, my father was a very strong man. He often said: "No matter what you do, you must do it the best." For this reason, my father often used his rest time to work overtime to hone his cooking skills and research new dishes.
Of course, his specialty is hot noodle soup. Every time the noodles are served, each of the comrades has to eat a big bowl. After graduating from high school, I decided to join the army. My father supported me very much. He said happily: "Son, joining the army and serving the country is the right choice for a man. I believe you can do it." After listening to my father's words, I He solemnly promised his father that he would be a good soldier. Carrying the heavy luggage on my back, I boarded the train leaving my hometown. Before leaving, I felt a little regretful that I could not take a bite of the hot noodle soup made by my father before leaving.
When I first arrived at the military camp, the most unforgettable thing was the bowl of noodles I received from the squad leader on the night I entered the camp. The hot air hit my face, sweeping away the cold. Suddenly, my father's loving look appeared before my eyes again.
Pickled Fish
Unit 91715 Chen Ziyuan
My hometown is in a small county in Zhejiang, surrounded by mountains and the sea. It is said that one relies on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water. In my hometown, once the fishing ban is over, countless fishermen will sail to the sea and catch boat after boat of autumn's richness.
Because everyone in my family likes to eat fish, all kinds of fish are always on my dining table. It is for this reason that the hometown in my memory not only carries the gentleness of Wu Nong’s whispers in the Jiangnan water town, but also Full of rich fish flavor.
I remember when I was a child, following my mother and watching her cook was one of my favorite activities. My mother is a good cook, steaming, braised, and deep-fried. Her specialty is pickled fish.
The rolling flames under the large stove licked the bottom of the pot. After a while, the oil in the pot began to emit slight white smoke, and the mother gently put the cleaned fish into the pot. In front of the stove, I stared straight at the heavy iron pot, listening to its sizzling sound. Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the busy mother beside me, but there was a smile on her face.
Before using chopsticks, my mother always likes to put the fish maw into my bowl and say gently: "This is the most delicious piece, chewy and without thorns." This is a mother Because of my love for young children, I developed the "hobby" of eating fish maws from then on. This habit has remained to this day and became the best way to comfort my homesickness after I joined the army.
Time flies, and I grow up gradually. From living in high school to joining the army, this is already my sixth year away from home. Sometimes when I smell the smell of fish coming from the kitchen, I can't help but think of my mother.
"Added noodles"
Xie Jinping from the 96762 Troop
When I was in my senior year of high school, I was very tired after self-study get out of class every night, and I was so hungry on the way home. He grunted, but before he reached the door of the house, he would smell the aroma of food. When he opened the door, his mother's smiling face greeted him, and he said with concern: "You're back, come and eat the noodles." "
My mother is not a very good cook, but the noodles she makes are particularly delicious. She always adds a lot of "ingredients" to the noodles - poached eggs, vegetables, ham sausages, peppers... …I often joke with my mother that if she opens a noodle shop, it will definitely be the shop with the best business.
After I came to the army, I could rarely eat noodles. Until one weekend, the squad leader said: "We have been eating in the cafeteria for so long, let's cook noodles today." As he said this, the squad leader took out a small pot. , plug in the electricity, boil the water, wait for it to boil, then add two eggs, then cook the vegetables, next... Ten minutes later, the aroma is fragrant, and a steaming bowl of noodles is out of the pot.
Just as we were about to take over, the squad leader suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I'll add some ham to you." As soon as the words fell, my mother's face suddenly appeared in my mind, and she was very strict in training. The harsh monitor takes care of and tolerates us like a mother in life.
For some reason, my eyes felt moist. I took a bite of the noodles with the half-cooked poached eggs. It tasted like my mother's. I don't know whether it was because the noodles were too hot or because I was moved, but my heart suddenly felt warm.
I finally understood that the bowl of noodles with "added ingredients" was my mother's unique love for me.
Bacon
Unit 96786 Zhang Yuyang
I remember the first time I celebrated the New Year in the army, I received an SF Express from Hunan. Hunan, isn't this a courier from my hometown? But my family didn’t tell me that they sent something? As I was thinking about it, I quickly opened the package. Sure enough, it was bacon, filled with five large cans.
When I was on the phone with my mother a few days ago, she asked me if I was happy during the Chinese New Year in the army. I smiled and said: "I have everything during the Chinese New Year in the army, except for the bacon you made. If I can eat it, Just get the bacon from my hometown!" Later I found out that my mother had started preparing this express delivery that night.
My mother called me the night I got the bacon.
"Yangyang, have you received the bacon? Is it not bad? I specially asked your dad to send it via SF Express. When you eat it, share it with your comrades. During the Chinese New Year in the army, your comrades are your relatives!" Hearing her voice, I choked up a little. I understood that this fried bacon is a delicacy that warms my heart in winter, and it is not an expression of maternal love.
In the eyes of my mother, even if I put on a military uniform, I will always be a child. I remember the first time I came home from vacation. On the way home, my father told me that my mother had been busy making delicious food for me since she got up in the morning.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of food, and the aroma of bacon wafted from the kitchen. I quickly put down my luggage and went straight to the kitchen. My mother was frying bacon. When she saw me, she said happily: "Yangyang is back. Let's take a rest first. There is only one fried bacon left. Let's start dinner right away!"
The bacon in the pot has been stir-fried until it's done. When it was golden, my mother put the prepared peppers and garlic sprouts into the pot. When the rice wine was poured in, bursts of white smoke immediately rose, and along with the sound of "sizzling", the aroma of the meat became more intense.
Every time I left home and returned to the army, my mother would prepare several large cans of bacon for me to take back to the army to eat. I know that these pieces of bacon are the love and care given by my mother, as well as the encouragement and courage given by my mother. The bacon made by my mother has been with me since I grew up, and it has never changed in taste. It is just like my mother's selfless love for me. .
Braised pork with pickles
Unit 96762 Zhou Yaowen
It was getting late, and the setting sun stretched the shadows of the tree trunks on the training ground. On the way back to the camp, I looked up and saw an unforgettable Hakka dish on the camp menu - braised pork with pickled vegetables. My thoughts suddenly drifted to the distance...
After more than ten years in the army, every time I left home and returned to the army, My mother always makes a meal of pickled pork with pickled vegetables to see me off. In fact, I don't want her to do it. Since my father passed away, my mother has become less talkative and has become thinner. In addition, making braised pork with pickled vegetables takes a long time and the process is complicated. I am really worried that she will be tired.
But every time she would secretly buy ingredients without telling me. Boiling, pickling, frying, steaming... every step is very meticulous, and it often takes several hours to get it out of the pot and on the table.
. "Eat it while it's hot. You won't miss home when you're full." My mother pushed the dish in front of me and sat aside to watch me finish it.
As I grow older, my mother’s love becomes deeper and deeper. Later, before returning to the team after visiting relatives, I would hold my mother’s arm and walk into the vegetable market. My mother’s eyes were so focused and meticulous in selecting the dishes...
At that moment, I suddenly discovered that the traces of time It has quietly climbed up her temples, and the deep and shallow memories of my childhood suddenly came to my heart. My mother's simple love selflessly poured into me, and it will always be engraved in my heart.
Braised Pork
Yin Xin, Ningxia Armed Police Corps
During my five-year military career, my mother and I always spent less time together and more separation, and the squad leader of the cooking class always She would tell us that we don’t miss home until we are full, but I still miss the taste of my mother. Every time before I go home, I tell my mother that I really want to eat the braised pork she made.
As soon as I entered the house and saw the steaming, hill-like braised pork on the table, I felt so happy. The fat and thin braised pork is very tempting, the meat is tender and elastic, and it is very good for rice. You can't stop mouthing at all. The goal of losing weight can only be to raise a white flag in front of the braised pork.
My mother often said that the best thing is when our family has a lively meal together. My mother said that she enjoyed my time at home very much. It seemed like she was back when I was a child, but now I am much more mature and can listen to her inner thoughts and share her joys and sorrows.
Mom, you cook the most delicious meals in the world. I hope you can be my daughter in the next life and let me protect you and accompany you well.
Although I am now wearing a military uniform and cannot be by your side many times, my heart is where you are, and my home is where you are.
Cold noodles
Xu Shaocheng, Taizhou Detachment, Zhejiang Armed Police Corps
It is said that time flies by like a fleeting horse. When you are young, you are not aware of it, but you become more aware when you grow up. Get the flavor of it. It’s summer again. When I’m in the military camp, I always miss the taste of my mother’s bowl of cold summer noodles. It’s the most refreshing taste in my memory.
As long as I remember my mother’s bowl of cold noodles, the whole summer will be cool. The flour is ground from the wheat in the family's field. My mother kneads the dough repeatedly until it is dry, wet, soft and hard. Then, use a rolling pin to roll the dough into a thin and wide shape, fold the sheets over and over, sprinkle with a layer of cornmeal, cut into evenly wide and thin noodles with a kitchen knife, and wait to be put into the pot. After the noodles are cooked, take them out of the pot and soak them in cold water. Put them in a bowl, add sesame juice, sesame oil, shredded cucumbers, pickles, and top them with homemade spicy oil. Take a bite and enjoy it. So energetic!
During these days of hard work after joining the army, homesickness would always suddenly pour into that bowl of plain noodle soup. During my vacation in June last year, I clamored for cold noodles, and my mother granted my wish, but I regretted it as soon as I said it. The knife is still the same as before, and the panel is still the same as before, but my mother's body is no longer as strong as before. I can't help but feel a little guilty. My mother has suffered so much for this family, and now the silver thread has quietly climbed up her temples, but she is still tireless and never stops. I just wish that time would go slower so that I could stay with her longer.
The sweet, sour, bitter and spicy tastes of life, these tastes have been mixed with elements such as homeland, separation, strength, growth and other elements over a long period of time, and have only reached the tip of the tongue and the tip of the heart. Although these soldiers from all over the world miss the taste of their hometown, they are guarding the motherland and their distant home in a foreign land.
The poet said that the best taste in the world is happiness.
Soldiers say that the most important thing in life is persistence.
Planning: Guo Guang, Li Shaozhu, Zhang Tianshuo, Yang Yanrui, Deng Qinghua
Author: Pei Yifan, Wang Zixiong, Zhang Tong, Cheng Liang, Song Mengshuang, Jin Xiyang, Meng Qingzhuang, Qin Minghao, Zhang Xueyi, Qiao Qian'an, Lu Yi, Ma Chuang, Zhu Yunliang, Xiaoxian Yao, Shen Yang, Liu Teng, Yin Xin Ni Hui, Zhang Bi, Zhang Yan, Wang Niansheng, Chen Yujie, Zhang Chaohui, Wang Junjie, and Yu Sicong