There is a set of dishes by my cutting board,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Inspire memories of my childhood,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My great grandfather uses it every night,\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Cooking traditional food in a good mood. .\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I found an old pan, worn and brown,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Repeating my grandfather\u2019s process,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Cooking for two old hearts and bright eyes,\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Home-cooking cuisine is handed down.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Chicken breasts, cut into small pieces,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Minced beef, chopped onions, avocado and chili sauce\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Slice the celery and carrot into long slices\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Combine all of them with the love sauce.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Three years later, nothing to remember but the food,\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thirty years later, nowhere to taste but the home.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n In the ancestral kitchen where I worked,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Built by the great-grandfather I never met,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I found nothing when I visited,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And I’m not sure what happened centuries ago.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I have learned to cook from my grandfather,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I have followed the culinary steps of my forebears,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Boiled, burnt, baked, steamed and stir-fried\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n All stories\u00a0was\u00a0recorded on the kitchen\u2019s\u00a0platfond.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I can imagine my great grandfather cooking for Chinese kings,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Baking spring pancakes as thin as a skin,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Rubbing meatballs as round as a ball,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I know these stories from my mother\u2019s calling.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The kitchen is old, darkness and run-down.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But I will cook in this kitchen from birth to death.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Weining Wang There is a set of dishes by my cutting board,\u00a0\u00a0 Inspire memories of my childhood,\u00a0\u00a0 My great grandfather uses it every night,\u00a0 \u00a0 Cooking traditional food in a good mood. .\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I found an old pan, worn and brown,\u00a0\u00a0 Repeating my grandfather\u2019s process,\u00a0\u00a0 Cooking for two old hearts and bright eyes,\u00a0… <\/p>\n