From going on a long journey at the age of seventeen to going to school in Beijing, to becoming a food documentary director by accident, and then becoming a nationally famous foodie, there are food-related memories at every stage of the long journey of life. When I was young, the delicious food was the 60-cent jar stickers, the watermelon sauce from the neighbor's house, and the Xiaoxian mutton soup that blistered my mouth when I went to a restaurant for the first time. These are things called homesickness engraved in my genes. The memory of Beijing for a migrant worker is the Yanji cold noodles on Fuyou Street when he is sad, the 24-hour Mahua in the cold night, and the years when everyone had a handful of meat skewers, drank industrial beer, and talked about Wittgenstein. Food connects hometown and the world. Everyone can find belonging in "eating". Food is not niche, it is hidden in most people's three meals a day. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference between Uncle Jules's oysters and the shredded radish meatballs in front of his father's sickbed - what you eat is the best.
从十七岁出门远行，进京上学，到误打误撞成为一个美食纪录片导演，再到后来成为全国闻名的吃货，漫漫人生路，每个阶段都有与食物相关的记忆。年少时候，好吃是六毛钱的缸贴子，邻居家的西瓜酱，第壹次下馆子时把嘴巴烫出泡的萧县羊肉汤，这些是刻在基因里的叫乡愁的东西。一个外地务工人员的北京记忆，是难过时府右街的延吉冷面，寒夜里24小时的马华，以及人手一把肉串，喝着工业啤，聊着维特根斯坦的岁月。食物，连接着故乡与世界。每个人都可以在“吃”里找到归属。美食并不小众，它藏在大多数人的一日三餐里。说到底，于勒叔叔的生蚝和父亲病榻前的萝卜丝汆丸子并没有本质区别——你吃到的，就是蕞好的。
从十七岁出门远行，进京上学，到误打误撞成为一个美食纪录片导演，再到后来成为全国闻名的吃货，漫漫人生路，每个阶段都有与食物相关的记忆。年少时候，好吃是六毛钱的缸贴子，邻居家的西瓜酱，第壹次下馆子时把嘴巴烫出泡的萧县羊肉汤，这些是刻在基因里的叫乡愁的东西。一个外地务工人员的北京记忆，是难过时府右街的延吉冷面，寒夜里24小时的马华，以及人手一把肉串，喝着工业啤，聊着维特根斯坦的岁月。食物，连接着故乡与世界。每个人都可以在“吃”里找到归属。美食并不小众，它藏在大多数人的一日三餐里。说到底，于勒叔叔的生蚝和父亲病榻前的萝卜丝汆丸子并没有本质区别——你吃到的，就是蕞好的。
