A friend cooked a table full of delicious dishes and was originally going to wait for her husband to come back and have dinner together. However, something unexpected came up and her husband couldn't make it home. With this table full of food, she had no choice but to eat alone. After taking a photo, she posted it on her WeChat Moments with the caption: "In life, the loneliest thing is to eat a whole table of food by yourself. It tastes like chewing wax, bitter and hard to swallow." My friend is an excellent cook, and the dishes she prepares with her heart must taste great. But without anyone to accompany her, even the most fragrant food seemed tasteless.

Eating seems simple, but it contains the complex flavors of life. There are not only the tastes of sourness, sweetness, bitterness, and spiciness in the food, but also joys, sorrows, worries, and happiness. With delicious food, we can share it with the people we like. When someone accompanies us to enjoy the delicious food, the taste of happiness doubles. Have you ever had such an experience? When you taste delicious dishes, you will think of your closest relatives at the first moment. If accompanied by your closest relatives, the delicious food will have a magical charm and become the best bond for emotional communication.

Even the most ordinary three meals a day will have the flavor of daily life only when there is someone to accompany you. The simple three meals a day have a simple and warm flavor.

I still remember when I was a child, my father was busy with work and came home very late every day. After my mother cooked dinner, my sister, mother, and I would sit around the dining table waiting for my father to come home. Before we knew it, our stomachs started growling. I asked anxiously, "Mom, when will Dad be back?" Mother calmly said, "At the latest, seven o'clock. Don't worry." My sister was also hungry and said, "Mom, why don't we set aside some food for Dad and we eat the rest first!" Mother shook her head and said, "No, you can have some sweet potatoes to fill your stomachs first. Your Dad will be back soon." At that time, there were no mobile phones, and my father didn't come home at a fixed time. When the food got cold, Mother would heat it up when she thought he was about to come back. Sometimes the food had been heated two or three times, but Father still hadn't returned.

Finally, the sound of Father putting his bicycle in the yard rang out. My sister and I immediately cheered: "Dad's back! Let's eat!" After Father came into the house and saw that we were waiting for him, he said to Mother, "I told you, you guys should eat first and don't wait for me!" I said, "Mom didn't let us eat first. She insisted on waiting for you to come back and eat together." Father smiled at Mother when he heard this, and his face was filled with happiness. During the meal, the whole family talked and laughed. Father said while eating, "The stir-fried potatoes today are really delicious!" In fact, the stir-fried potatoes had been heated several times and were a bit soft and didn't taste that good. But for Father, having dinner with his family was the greatest happiness. Even a few simple home-cooked dishes tasted extremely delicious to him.

Later, I realized that Mother was afraid that Father would feel lonely eating alone, so she would rather have us wait and wait than let Father eat by himself. In ordinary days, having someone accompany you for three meals a day is indeed the greatest happiness. Zhang Xiaoxian once said, "To find someone you love is to find the person who will accompany you for meals for the rest of your life." When the person you love accompanies you for meals, even simple and plain food will have the most beautiful taste, just like Shen Fu and Yunniang in "Six Records of a Floating Life", who lived an ordinary life with poetry and romance.

I've always thought that the people who have accompanied you for three meals a day will establish a relationship similar to that of blood relatives with you. When I was still at school, I had a "meal buddy". We had meals together for three years. Our tastes were similar. We could eat the worst stir-fried zucchini in the cafeteria together, and occasionally we would treat ourselves to the expensive fried meatballs and stewed spareribs in the small cafeteria. We talked about the taste of the food and the arrangements for the three meals. During those three years, we accompanied each other for three meals a day and had a great tacit understanding. After graduation, I gradually had less contact with my "meal buddy". But whenever I encountered something unpleasant, I would talk to her at the first moment.

The people who accompany you for three meals a day are the ones who understand you best in the world.

The rest of our life is not long. If there is someone who asks you whether the dishes are delicious and whether the porridge is warm, that is the greatest happiness in this life.