I rely on food to dominate the two worlds

On the night of the New Year's Eve, white snowflakes are slowly falling from the sky, and the ground seems to be covered with a thick white blanket, which looks very beautiful.The sound of firecrackers keeps coming from my ears, which is a festive meaning unique to the New Year.

Shi Ruxin led a little Douding in a festive red padded jacket to the door of Tang's private kitchen.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and there were almost no empty seats in the private kitchen of Tang's family. Xiao Douding looked at the scene of cups and chips in front of him, his face was full of curiosity.

"Mom, where is Dad?" The child raised his head and looked at his mother.

"Father is in the back." Shi Ruxin smiled and touched the child's head, leading her to the kitchen at the back. Along the way, young men and women in waiter uniforms greeted Shi Ruxin.

That was Tang Shaoyan's first time entering the kitchen of Tang's private kitchen. The kitchen is very large, with a cooking table and dish rack in the middle, and stoves on both sides. Seven or eight chefs in white chef uniforms are busy in it, talking with the family. Small kitchens are completely different.

"Father!" Tang Shaoyan saw his father at a glance, ran over on short legs, and hugged his father's thigh.

"Yanyan is coming!" Tang Yongchang was very happy to see his son, and handed over the work to the chef next to him, bent down to pick up his son, and kissed his pink and tender face .

Tang Shaoyan's tender face was uncomfortable being pierced by Tang Yongchang's beard, and he couldn't help pouted, "Daddy is bad, use the beard to pierce words."

Tang Yongchang was amused by his son's cute appearance, and couldn't help but kiss him twice again, until the child was bullied into tears, and then stopped.

"Why did you bring the child here so early?" Tang Yongchang looked at his wife with tenderness in his eyes.

"Yanyan was arguing for Dad at home, and said he was hungry." Shi Ruxin replied very helplessly.

"Oh? Yanyan, are you hungry?" Tang Yongchang poked Tang Shaoyan's soft belly and asked jokingly.

For the sake of children's health, they basically don't buy any snacks at home, but there are still a lot of healthy foods such as apples, oranges and bananas, and this little guy must not be hungry.

"Hungry." The little milk's voice was soft and tender, which made people's hearts soften.

"I think it's greedy?" Tang Yongchang laughed loudly, "Then dad will make you fried fresh milk!"

Children like to eat desserts, and during the rare Chinese New Year, Tang Yongchang is willing to pamper his children, roll up his sleeves, and make fried fresh milk for him.

This dessert is made of fresh milk and glutinous rice. After deep-fried in warm oil, the outer skin is golden and crispy, and the inner layer is fresh and soft, with a strong milky fragrance. It is most popular among children.

Tang Shaoyan moved a small stool and sat quietly in the corner eating fried fresh milk. Shi Ruxin also changed into a white chef uniform and helped Tang Yongchang.Watching one after another of delicious dishes being born from his father's hands, in the eyes of little Tang Shaoyan, his father is like a magician, who can continuously conjure up all kinds of delicious dishes, which is really interesting.

After all the guests had left, it was time for all the staff of Tang Family Kitchen to enjoy the New Year's Eve dinner together. Watching the Spring Festival Gala while eating delicious food was Tang Shaoyan's best memory of the New Year.

Later, when he was a little older and able to hold a kitchen knife and a spatula, his father asked him if he wanted to learn how to cook, and Tang Shaoyan nodded without hesitation.

The days of learning to cook were much harder than Tang Shaoyan imagined. He cried and made troubles, but his father said with a stern face that once he started, he couldn't give up halfway.During those days, Tang Shaoyan almost gritted his teeth and persisted.However, as time went by, when he was able to make delicious dishes and looked at the satiated expressions on the faces of those who tasted them, the satisfaction in his heart could not be described in words.

On the day he was 15 years old, his father gave him the task of making the New Year’s Eve dinner. Tang Shaoyan was very nervous about trying it out, but the result was obviously very satisfactory. Everyone was full of praise for his cooking, saying that he is a tiger father and has no dogs. .

Now that I think about it, the days of learning how to cook were both bitter and sweet, with laughter and tears. His father always accompanied him and taught him patiently, which is the most precious memory for him.