Restaurant Shuwang: life is a bowl of soup

Anyone can cook。

Everyone is living Cook.

They create a delicacy, betraying their own evaluation of others.

In bargaining power to create and evaluate, the relationship between man and man. Some people as frankly as sworn enemies, some people genuinely moved heaven and Earth, there are people willing to life to restaurant and tired of it, some people prefer to intrigue quick success.

Food was varied and it is precisely because we live the abundant emotion, feeling, and bittersweet life taste like flashes of color, flavor and taste of the dishes that they can hook up your taste buds with unlimited reverie, the more you can let the adrenaline through hungry hungry after direct the energies of the sex of the tribe, as Mr. hole said: "but sex also.

”。 Of course, there is also a food to eat, but to remember. As the complexion of the pinched growing food critic, when he used a harsh attitude toward food, I'm afraid it is in force yourself to take a cold reality, self-centered long became sick. However, the relieved of Provence with ham has awakened his childhood in beautiful sunshine. Mother warm touch and glamorous cooking, enough to taste of the interpretation of love. This is the restaurant's trick shuwang. Why animals than people a better understanding of the inner need? is it not that we get down to rethink?

Like Leo's Wales of the Kane "that moment" rose buds "sleigh, childhood affection became the miracle of adult individual interpretation.

The life of food from people born in cooking, and we encounter each life turning points are actually in the adjustment of attainment and feeding, so the taste of every moment is unique and cannot be copied.

Many food-related movie is a taste of life in the reconciliation to the flashing light dishes, like Ang, drink, man, Stephen Chow's "Iron Chef" ...

The simplest of the three meals a day, sometimes it can be of the miraculous. Even if it is just a bowl of soup, you can use hot air fans down you. This is the magic of food. This is a rule of the world, food. Menu and recipes as we define tens of thousands of smash dishes. We have a precise, strict operation procedures and criteria for the identification, everything is step by step. Suddenly one day, a mouse changed everything. It is not common sense out of petty but surprise win the customer consistent high praise. Its unique perspective on things like an extraterrestrial, full of creative and crazy. It can be said that break the original iron system. Like a sharp scalpel cut-life texture, through food change people for life. Real boot up momentum in the human society, is not too great proposition, might just be a bottle of caviar.

The restaurant shuwang "(Gourmet story) is Disney and Pixar's another perfect together.

Injection of humanity's mice represent the authors look at the social point of view and positions. Despite the competition in the business community and friction, and man's relationship to become like the kitchen chef, has both a strict level of ideas and mutual exclusion of distance. When that occurs, the timid man he shook as sieve chaff at a loss. As a newcomer to the scene, if you have no background, Hei Hei, wants to do a garbage workers. From soldiers to the General's torment, is also a required entry into social, in refusing to become your habitual thinking, when trying to be your guide to action, when other people's eyes and tongue of chewing laoshizi into your routine, not for insomnia or depression, then you succeed by half. This is a Exchange. Erase character, convergence. You always want to be your own person, the boss will not be available. But in the process of sacrifice is necessary, cruel? if not mice help, maybe this up the Horn on corner of passer — never meet. When the egg became the ideal ingredients in spice, you can count on eggshells to prove what? conversion role is bowed admit synonymous. Because you do not have the ability to change and the surrounding environment. You do not have, nor did mice. Who on Earth antiques, ruined your life, not the mouth rolling boil in the pot, but rather stick to pulse. Dish with soul, spirit, all meal there all by firelight. If you subscribe or copy other people's values, you will find your own pot cooking is shining soul. The most obvious is the soul of taste and chewing, when you close your eyes, with the tip of the tongue touching that fresh food, lives instantaneously becomes mind curl flower, shoot stretched out, pass the green.

Now, however, pursuit of utilitarianism eyes deceived them, very humbly and struggles that they faced fish nets.

Their meals are fighting intermittent dessert, the taste can only interpret each other on the city of residual attachment. In a comedy cartoon agesabout places in the code so much, so boring. The window has the mist Misty, see through the veil of the sky covered with green space downstairs yellow leaves, every tree is like a man of mushrooms, are dyed bleak colors. Suddenly think of Tagore's poems: the utilitarian's life is like a handful sheath without knife knives, sharp but does not look good. If the life of this dish, this knife for cutting, it is certainly a haunting sadness.