These days, I am busy communicating with a best-selling author about the online activities of Double Twelve.
The female writer, who is also a photographer, writes a text that is very much like Baby Anne, but this kind of work is not very popular, so it is said that her work is a "bestseller", which is actually a bit of gold. But I'm willing to show respect in this way. Because, although I don't like this style of writing, I appreciate her views on cultural contrasts, emotional experiences, inner growth, and attitudes towards life.
It felt like a woman who was trying to "live to understand" and was determined to turn her loneliness into a lonely woman.
As a person who also has a psychological education background, it is not difficult to find such a book. So I kept talking to each other a lot about how I felt when I read this book. It's not indiscriminate, it's just the negative evaluation parts that are eliminated... The results were disappointing.
It's not about being slowed down. The other person gave me enough respect and responded to every thought I said. But all of this is wrapped in a kind of cold smile -
"Thank you for enjoying my work so much, I will continue to work hard."
"Your feedback is valuable and I will relay it to the students in the video crew."
"Makes sense, if I publish another book, I will take it into account."
It's not necessary to feel a more enthusiastic response from the other person. In conversation, it is best to have the power to touch each other; but I would rather see denial, questioning, or even arrogance, or the loneliness of refusing to communicate, than this all-rounded attitude. Because it's real.
Smooth and immaculate, seemingly guest-host communication, there is no soul under it. And I originally thought that the soul that the female writer presented in her work was what really existed in her.
The cost of this communication is far greater than a painful collision of views, so it feels like it needs to be recharged. And when I need to stay away from humans and accumulate energy alone, my usual choice is: get out of the kitchen.
Wrapping ravioli in the winter sun is a delight to behold
Pure matter is real and cute, so you don't have to disguise yourself. What needs to be dealt with is the most essential desire of human beings: to fill the belly. After this blunt appetite is satisfied, of course, there is more greed - what ingredients you like, the taste you want to burn, how to reproduce the taste of your memories...
Hunger and hunger are both manifestations of instinct, frank and undeserved. When this need is raised, even the most complicated people often have a childlike innocence on their faces. Because they are no longer defensive when they express themselves, they have no reservations.
Fox: "To eat." (Image source: Network)
The expression of appetite is the easiest to be true and sincere. Correspondingly, when topics in this area permeate beyond the dinner table, it is easier for people to express or receive them. This reminds me of the "late-night canteen" that I have been listening to at the beginning of the year, chasing more every day and being enthusiastic. During that time, at ten o'clock in the evening, the out-of-body wandering, watching with the narrator's memories, and even carefully touching certain beings that he no longer believed in, became the most important thing of the day.
When it comes to broadcasting the late-night cafeteria, TJ is a sensual person. This attribute is inconsistent with his social identity. So I sometimes secretly wonder if it was because it was not suitable for this in his daily work that he found such a gap for himself, secretly released some of his other side, and was watched by me the whole time.
Language is powerful, and authentic expressions are more likely to resonate. Therefore, many articles after the restoration of the kitchenette are related to the late-night canteen. Some of them are after hearing it, and they also remember the memories related to a certain food, so they write it out; some of them are purely heard of the foul food and want to make it themselves...
Then write it out, it can be regarded as a kitchen adventure. After all, what is made by imagination is inevitable... Not so reliable.
For example, the chicken shredded made today is yellow on both sides.
"Two-sided yellow" refers to the state of the noodles: first cooked until semi-cooked, and then fried into two-sided golden dough cakes. Pour on the toppings, which is a snack that has both appearance and taste. It doesn't sound difficult, but it's a lot to get started: the toppings can't be cooked for a long time, otherwise they lose their umami flavor and layers and become a pot of mushy soup; and they must be the texture of "glass mustard" to be both beautiful and ensure that the noodles absorb enough soup. The most important thing is that the noodles should be fried into two sides of golden brown and white in the middle, in order to eat the taste contrast of "two sides are crisp and the middle is soft". Now the restaurant makes two sides of yellow in order to save trouble, and it is already directly put into the pot to fry. That's not right.
I'm ashamed that, despite the overwhelming comments, it's authentic, and I haven't even heard the name a year ago. I suddenly wanted to try it out, all because one day, TJ talked about it in the late-night cafeteria:
"It's easy for you to ripen what you eat from raw, and it's easy to eat it with a little salt." But you have to move others to eat, you have to let people eat all your feelings in this dish, you have to work hard. ”
I can't remember what mood it was eight months ago that drove people like me, who were both afraid of mistakes and failures, to make a dish that I had never even seen before— it was good to leave some suspense, especially since the two-sided yellow was so bad that time! Whatever the motivation, to be able to burn a dish like this is to be completely sorry for the motivation itself. Or don't dig deeper.
True black history (no laughter)! Far more than just too little oil (2020.4.6)
Although I was frustrated, I never thought of doing it again, as if I was sure that this matter was not over, and I could wait for the follow-up - the follow-up is that today I finally made the two sides of the yellow in one go after listening to the lessons of the Eight Classics of Zheng'er. How long the noodles are fried, what kind of frying they are made; what is the thickness of the toppings, what is the feeling of the glass mustard; how to push the fried noodles to the arch, and even how much the toppings are drizzled... You have to see it all with your own eyes to have an idea of the details.
Do the right two sides of the yellow long like this! Honor yourself
Sure enough it was delicious. In the case of the dough cake, the crispness of the outer layer has contrasted with the softness of the inner layer, and after sucking the toppings soup, the crisp itself has a layering from "crispy" to "crispy", which is more interesting. The toppings are also fragrant, and the whole is a light sweet fresh mouth, which combines the freshness of bean sprouts and green peppers, and the deliciousness of shredded chicken. Eating such a two-sided yellow, you will feel like being in a Suzhou garden, step by step, which details are hidden, but not good enough for people to write an article and draw a picture for it - so you don't need to bother to deal with the induction and output of information, "don't think too much", you can focus on the food in front of you.
Genuine shredded chicken is yellow on both sides
To be honest, to be able to write such an article proves that when eating, you are still not focused enough. But that's okay. If I expand the extension of food, then I have indeed been concentrating on this field, this space, this place where there are always passers-by who come and go, but I have really been staying here.
I like to stay but it's not easy to stay. Because people's hearts are fickle and there are many disguises, the same places often stay for a long time, and they gradually become uneasy. Therefore, after leaving the imperial capital and leaving the social circle at that time, my heart was always empty, and I always wanted to find a similar place for myself: there was an atmosphere that could be as relaxed as his living room, there were friends who could play and amuse without restraint, there were family members who could rest assured that they could treat each other with their true faces, there was space to say as much as they wanted, and there was also the freedom not to say much and not to explain.
Such a place is not easy to find. Whether it is a group of people with similar temperaments or someone who can bring a sense of stability, from encounter to companionship, we must talk about chance. Even now, I don't know how long I'll be staying this time, or if it will go wrong again. But the fact that reassures me is that there is a heart here. Truly precious.
Valuable! More expensive than a cherry. "There are very few red-blooded hearts in the whole universe, and it is good to receive a black heart with a whole heart" (Blood×Blood)
Sincerity this thing is mutual. You leave a door on the heavy brick wall so I can push the door in. Of course, there may be all kinds of twists and turns in the middle, and even strange misunderstandings - just like the messy "two-sided yellow" at the beginning of last year, full of mistakes, almost to the point of not seeing. But then I got it right.
And I, as if I were sitting in the living room, laughed with my chef who didn't know how much stubble I had, laughing and saying, "The last two-sided yellow was really bad" or "Come on, you're going to do it better than me," or I could be like I've really become a hairy doughnut, my ears are hunched over, and the business is skillfully climbing up the owner's pants leg, humming and complaining:
"The noodle water didn't dry out, and the hot oil collapsed!"
"The glass hook was hit by mistake, as if I still hadn't learned it!"
"Just... It doesn't really matter. The point is, I miss you. ”
December 6, 2020
【Words written at the back】
More and more manuscripts are being saved. The "time difference" between "finished" and "published" is now close to a month and a half, and it will soon be longer. It seems that no matter how bad the state is, it has been written quite vigorously.
"Jet lag" doesn't matter anymore. The timeline is like a stream gurgling, no, and no longer seems to worry about any earth-shattering changes that occur in every breath. It is nothing more than the distance between the present and the past, like the starlight that has traveled through millions of light years, and it is still bright and lovely in our eyes.
When you think of jet lag, you think of time difference. I have always felt that the period between the solar and lunar years is an embarrassing time period. You need to classify it differently from the previous year or the next year on different occasions; in addition, the keywords of "busy year" and "holiday" also make people feel a lot of hope and pressure for no reason. Both coexist.
And expressionless, I didn't think anything of it. Just want to stop and catch your breath...
Finally, the man stood up, arched his claws, and turned upside down—
"Don't punch in the face, whoops! Don't punch in the face! ”
January 18, 2021