When the unique smell of herbal chicken came slowly from the street corner, I was shocked to realize that winter was already so deep.
I don’t know which day it started. The road after get off work became very dark, and the wind filled my neck.
I once thought that the pressure cooker that made a "chichi" sound and emitted white gas was noisy, but now when I looked in through the glass window, I actually had the idea of sitting down.
It's not that I want to eat meat, I just want to drink something that will warm my mouth.
Who invented "drink soup first"?
What a genius.
Take a bowl and serve it out. There are golden oil flowers floating on the surface. It is not the disgustingly thick one, but a thin, swaying layer of light.
Blow open the oil layer, and the soup underneath is clear, with a hint of medicinal yellow.
The first sip I took, to be honest, it burned the tip of my tongue.
But the warmth slid from the throat to the stomach, like a quilt covering the frozen soul.
I used to think that "resurrection with full health" was an exaggerated internet statement, but now I think it's really appropriate.
Wolfberry is no longer an object of ridicule
In our generation, the memes are all about "soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup".
Make fun of yourself, who doesn't?
I stayed up until three o'clock before going to bed. I posted a message on WeChat Moments saying, "I have to make up for the lack of breath again." The picture was a few red stars hanging in a cup.
It seems that after saying this, I became more confident about staying up late and had a hedging plan.
But in fact, you know in your heart that those few wolfberries cannot save you.
What saves you is the real bowl of soup that was simmered for two hours at noon the next day.
It's not something that looks glamorous or vulgar like chicken essence mixed with water. It's the kind of thing that's like tearing off the chicken and making it look like strings. The smell of the medicinal herbs isn't too strong and pungent, but it's the kind of thing that gives people a sense of reality and stability with every mouthful of its existence.
Do those medicinal materials look like the proportions of life?
1 gram of astragalus, 2 grams of angelica root, 4 grams of adenophora... Tsk.
You see, even when stewing chicken, you have to pay attention to the proportions. Too much will be bitter, and too little will be tasteless.
Is it like how we deal with the bad things in life?
The tone you speak to your family, the limit of your patience with your boss, and the degree of tolerance you have for yourself.
A little more will make it fried, a little less will make it soft.
The sweetness of red dates, the sweetness of Codonopsis pilosula, and the slight bitterness of Angelica sinensis.
You can call it medicine, it tastes good; you can call it soup, I really don’t feel that tired after drinking it.
The best thing is actually the dish of soy sauce
The soul of the medicated chicken, some say it is the soup, some say it is the meat.
I don't think so.
It's the dish of dipping sauce.
The sourness of vinegar, the saltiness of soy sauce, the spiciness of millet, and the cunningness of a little bit of sugar.
The chicken is taken out of the soup, white and tender, and rolled in the saucepan, it comes alive in an instant.
Life is like this too.
The nourishing and lukewarm existence alone is not enough. There must be something stimulating and sharp that can make you "hiss" involuntarily. Only then can it be considered complete.
Then what?
Then rinse the vegetables
After drinking the soup and eating the chicken, do you think it’s over?
No, this is just the beginning.
The baby cabbage that you ignored, the enoki mushrooms that you ignored, and the frozen tofu that you ignored were all poured into the pot of thick soup.
The vegetables are full of gravy and medicinal aroma, becoming more delicious than meat.
Does it look like the second half of life?
When I was young, all I longed for were the so-called "hard dishes." However, as time went by, I suddenly discovered that what can absorb all your fatigue is actually those ordinary things with a soft texture that can absorb the soup.
Finally, a word about chicken soup and “chicken soup”
Quite ironic.
We were taught all kinds of "chicken soup" about success when we were young, including the kind that said hard work will lead to success, and the kind that said persistence will pay off.
What now?
We realize that encouragement has no practical effect. The boss will not scold you less because of your efforts; Party A will not approve the plan because of your persistence.
On the contrary, it is those comments that are described as "lying flat", described as "shabby", and called "emo", which prompt us to hug each other for warmth and laugh.
But this bowl of real chicken soup is different.
It is not the kind of existence that teaches you how to behave in the world, nor does it instill in you motivation like chicken blood. It only gives you a certain degree of warming effect when you are in a cold state.
Just stop when you are tired, really
If you're tired, don't push yourself.
I went to a concert and my voice was hoarse.
Go to KTV and stay up all night, even if it's out of tune.
Or, just find a reason to have a bowl of this stewed soup.
Don’t think so much about maintaining health or not, replenishing qi or not.
It's simple, warm, and delicious.
Give yourself ten minutes to do nothing but drink soup.
Let’s talk after drinking.
After drinking it, you will find that those bad things are still there, but you are not so afraid anymore.
I did it first.
It's up to you.
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