Auswell Steam Oven - Just looking for the taste of memory

Country roads, green trees and water, a jump to catch butterflies;

Curling up in the smoke, with the excitement of unfinished, was called home by his mother;

Just put on the new clothes, a blink on the whole mud, in the helpless eyes of the mother giggle.

Have you ever had such a scene in the middle of the night?

Do you remember when I was a child, white rabbit milk candy, and a dime a Popsicle, at that time, ham instant noodles is a luxury, only sick or holidays can eat on; At that time, a few friends went to dig sweet potatoes, stole matches from home to find a place to bake and eat; At that time, whoever had a dime in his pocket could establish an unquestionable tall image among his friends.

Gradually grew up, struggle in the reinforced concrete high-rise buildings, gradually have forgotten those once familiar taste, once upon a time, buy a baked sweet potato on the roadside, bite, the taste of childhood instantaneously filled with taste buds, moved tears in the eyes, how long did not eat the memory of the familiar taste?

Maybe every time we are close to the taste of the memory, it is the annual New Year's Day, when we go home and look at the mother with white hair and a full table of rich dishes, I think of the Chinese New Year dish on the table when I was a child, secretly pick up a piece with my hand to put it in my mouth, hot straight suction mouth... Grew up, there are a lot of things are away from us, such as childlike interest, such as innocence, but there are some tastes still in our mouth never go away.

Special want to eat steamed bread steamed by my mother, special want to eat fish made by my father, special want to eat sweet potatoes in my hometown, special want to eat chicken stew made by my grandmother, and even wake up in my dream by these things, every time my mother always told me to have a good meal, but I do not know how much I miss her craft, every time my father wechat will say that the body is the capital of the revolution, but I do not know how much I miss his dishes.

Now every day, in order to fight for the ideal of childhood, I finally found the taste of childhood familiar: steaming steamed bread, delicious steamed fish, and baked sweet potatoes, and all this, just a steaming oven, the parents received the side, every day, with the steamed oven to cook for them to eat, looking at their face of satisfaction, I also finally know that happiness is so simple.

There are some things that we think are far away, in fact, it has always been by our side, such as happiness;

There are some things that we think are gone, in fact, it has been in our hearts never left, such as memory;

There are some things, we think there is a distance, in fact, it has been waiting for us, such as family affection.

There are some things that we think we can't find anymore, in fact, it has been in our hearts, such as those in the memory of the taste.

Every day, I go home after work to accompany my parents, chatting, cooking with the steamed oven, enjoying the long-lost sense of happiness, in the eyes of my parents "finally grew up", gradually feel satisfied, in fact, happiness is so simple, as long as we work hard to find, happiness and satisfaction will eventually come to our side.

Those memories of the familiar taste, have come back to my side, every meal to eat the stomach bloated, after dinner, with dad tea chat, talk to dad about these, dad smiled, still as a child like touch my head: you are not looking for the taste of those memories, but in your memory, you never want to grow up.