What foods have you eaten that hit your soul?

Fried rice with eggs cooked by mom.

My mother's cooking is really terrible. Sometimes when I go to eat in the school cafeteria, I tell my classmates that the food in this cafeteria is really delicious. They always look at me strangely. Because in their eyes, the food in the canteen is not to their taste, but in my opinion, I don't know how much better than those things that my mother may not eat.

I have been eating out for many years. I don't know how many restaurants I have eaten, how many delicious foods I have eaten and how many special snacks I have eaten. I went home once a month when I was in high school and once every six months when I was in college. The food outside is still so delicious that I can praise it every time. They say I am easy to support, only I know, maybe I am just used to being abused by my mother!

But eating those delicious foods always feels like something is missing. As for what is missing, I have never had an answer. No matter how exquisite the dishes are, I am not satisfied.

Finally, I went home again, thinking that I would eat the terrible meal cooked by my mother again.

When I get home, it's just those familiar dishes. I'm tired of eating out. When I was a child, I didn't like meat that made me greedy. I really despise the kind of meat that is always pestering the cooked food my mother bought me.

Until one day, my mother got up early and cooked me fried rice with eggs, just like my mother did every day when I was in junior high school. Nothing, eggs and rice. But I don't know why I ate so comfortably that time. I also ate fried rice with eggs outside. There are many varieties, including meat, ham and vegetables. But I just don't think I can beat my mother's bowl of fried rice with eggs. It was the taste of my childhood and my mother's taste. I really cried at that dinner. Because I knew at that time, I knew how good my mother was to me, and I kept thinking about my ignorant son.

There is nothing special about that bowl of fried rice with eggs, except that there is an extra egg. Mom remembers me. This son loves to eat eggs, but he still looks at my thin son and needs his love. There is nothing but unspoken and heartfelt concern.

Don't ask me, whatever my mother knows it can do will satisfy me. Give it to me.

I didn't understand until now what was missing in those delicious dishes outside. What is missing is the faint care, the love hidden in the rice bowl, the care and concern hidden in the heart.

This love is definitely not bought by money. She didn't even ask my son for anything in return, only asked me to become stronger and reassure him. Enough!