I remember when I was a child, when I was in junior high school, my father asked me to learn to cook with my grandmother, from junior high school to high school to graduation.
Most of the time in my memory, I sneaked away, and when I went to college and came out to work and learned to cook by myself, I found that I didn't learn the taste in my memory, but I didn't have the opportunity to learn it.
Now that the old man is old, life has been unable to take care of himself, it has been a long time since he has eaten the taste of memory, the winter melon rib soup cooked by grandma is my favorite, two pounds of ribs, a stick bone, plus a circle of winter melon. By the way, she likes to put sugar in the stir-fry...
