If you only have three meals, it’s always not enough, and if you sleep late again at night, you feel even more lonely, and your mouth fades out into a bird’s mouth, and you always want to look up something to comfort yourself. In fact, it’s not just hungry, but also unwilling to eat something.
The first is the fruit, especially the big one like apples and pears, which I think is stupid and can’t eat any pattern. Wash a plate of strawberries or grapes, or shelled longan, lychee and red maiden, watery, you will feel extremely satisfied. Once late at night when I was hungry and couldn’t sleep, I poured a cup full of rum, dipped a dozen strawberries in it, poured a big spoonful of honey on it, and in the tipsy pleasure, I just remember that the strawberries were extraordinarily sweet and tender. The dream seems to be a sweet and fragrant memory as well.
I’m sure you’ll find a cookie to go with your American TV show. When I got back from overtime, I bought a big blue jar at the convenience store downstairs, kicked off my high heels when I got home, opened an episode of Old Friends, put on my most comfortable pajamas, and made a pot of honey tea. Put the cookie box on your lap and laugh as you stuff a cookie into your mouth without thinking. Occasionally, I’ll drop some crumbs on the floor and just spread the whole thing out on the couch, enjoying myself.
I also like to eat dumplings, and if the refrigerator doesn’t always have dumplings in it, it can’t be called a good refrigerator. When I was single, I became dependent on dumplings. I didn’t like to cook big meals, so I would just take seven or eight dumplings, cook them white and fat, put some seaweed and shrimp skin in a pot, make a soup, pour vinegar, oil and chili on them, and then make a bowl of hot and strong dumplings in sour soup. You’ll feel a sudden burst of happiness, and the loneliness and loss will immediately go to Java.
If you have leftovers, that’s great. Put them in the microwave for three minutes, “ding” them, pour yourself a glass of beer, twist a few pieces with a pair of chopsticks from time to time, read a relaxing book or a comedy, and the evening becomes slower and more relaxed, not like a main course meal that you have to finish at the same time in a hurry. The leftovers always become delicious when they are hot again, and the soft pile of red sauce and thick oil in the bowl is like a beauty in her twilight years, although it doesn’t sell as well as the other, but it is more tasty and unstoppable. I ate it for a long time, with a hint of peace of mind, and felt that the road would be long.
I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to do if I don’t want to do it, but I’m sure I’ll be able to do it again if I don’t want to do it again.
How can we forget the dried fruit, young American movies and novels, always think in a vicissitudes and embarrassment of the old man’s home must be full of peanut shells. Dry fried peanuts, grab a small handful in the hand, about two friends nest in the couch, while drinking, while cursing those who do not like the people and things to see, until the gas smooth, go back to sleep, and a new day.
I will also shout McDonald’s takeout, french fries are no good, too easy to soft, and so on to the hand is a smell of rancid oil. A good late-night order is a spicy chicken wings, a double cheeseburger, and a cup of coffee. If you are still working late at night, only such greasy fried chicken burgers can bring you a bit of comfort, and the McDonald’s delivery boy with a warm smile can bring you plentiful food no matter how late it is. So no matter how annoying the customer is, or how troublesome the solution is, a bite of burger, a piece of fried chicken, and a sip of hot coffee will refresh you and relieve your grease. And you can go to work the next day with a bang.
In Xiamen, I especially liked a kind of instant noodles with satay flavor, which must be boiled, sliced tomatoes, a few pieces of meat custard, cucumber cut into hob knives, and a beaten egg. God only knows how beautiful it was when I ate it with a guilt-filled grunt. Once I ate a bowl of noodles at 3:00 a.m. and couldn’t sleep after tossing and turning with guilt.
There is food, and those memories related to food, how good.
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