As a family man, I don’t want to refer to cooking as cooking. For example, if you receive a call at around five o'clock in the afternoon, the other party asks you what you are doing. You say, I am cooking. That friend on the phone must be laughing. The fact is that if you already "live at home", don't "live" in such a pretentious way. If I am peeling potatoes, I am peeling potatoes. If I am chopping ribs, I am chopping ribs. Cooking at home is ultimately about filling your stomach.

There is a saying that it is very sexy for a man to wear an apron at home, peel a green onion with concentration, and fry a plate of meat calmly and calmly. I think this statement must have been invented by a woman. Because no matter how sexy you are at this time, only your wife can see it, so it is very safe to say you are sexy. And because you were praised, you were happy and said that I will make another pot of soup tomorrow. Okay, okay, this is the effect she wants. Of course, I don’t think it’s wrong for men to cook at home. Think about all the great chefs out there, which one is not a man? Men have a talent for cooking, which may be inherited from matrilineal society.

Going back to "sexy", I think it may be like this. In a matriarchal society, men cook and cook, and women gather around to watch. Whichever one does well will be the winner in the evening. Which one to sleep with.

There is a movie called "I Love the Kitchen", which is adapted from the novel "Kitchen" by Japanese female writer Yoshimoto Barbana. I haven’t watched the movie, but I have read the original novel, which tells the story of a girl who likes to stay in the kitchen all day long. From the story, it seems that this girl is a bit sick staying in the kitchen, as if she has some unresolved life problems.

I think, including me, men who cook at home will never go to the kitchen to solve metaphysical problems. My history of cooking can be traced back to the early 1980s. I was seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, and I was passionately in love. The way of falling in love at that time was different from now. Whoever fell in love with someone would express themselves by starting a gang together. Amidst the fireworks, the eyes and eyebrows express affection, and the hearts reflect each other. Since we haven't officially formed a family yet, the cooking equipment is very simple, including a kerosene stove, a wok, a spatula, and some bottles for condiments, which looks like a picnic.

We all live in the dormitory of the unit. The so-called collective dormitory only has two or three people per room. My girlfriend lives on the top floor and has two companions in the same room. I live on the ground floor and have a roommate. My companion is a man who is much older than me and has been an "educated youth". He is a good cook. So, when we first learned to cook, we learned it from him. The style of the dishes is naturally very "educated youth", the kind that fills the stomach, and cannot be called "cooking".

When I think about it, love nowadays is always a bit illusory, including families who don’t cook but eat restaurants, which always gives people the feeling of being full of problems and not as solid as it was then, so " Fireworks in the world”. Cooking and making love, "love" at that time was so simple.

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