The Best Fish Hot Pot

I have been here in America for three months. For most of people, three months may be not counted much. However, I think these months were a pretty long time, for I miss my beloved Chinese food. If you ask me: “ What do you plan to do during the Winter break?”; my answer will be brief and strong: “Eating.”

I live in the centre of Beijing, where is filled by numerous restaurants and shopping malls. Golden Resource is the one right near my home. It has seven floors, and the fifth floor is the one I love the most. Fish, fried rice, noodles, BBQ, soup, and ice cream. You can almost find everything in it. From all of those amazing restaurants and food bar, fish hot pot stretched my heart all the time. I remember my days in middle school. A huge poster of that fish hot pot restaurant was hung in front of the exit of subway station. When my friends and I went back home from school everyday, our eyes were almost frozen by that spicy and smelly fish with chilli and vegetables around. They were mixed harmoniously in the pot, and the oil reflected the light above table. It attracted all of us, either the poster, or the charming smell that permeated into the air from the fifth floor. Therefore, my friends and I decided to eat the hot pot every two weeks as the award for our heavy school work. Honestly, the taste was the best.

We sat around the table on Friday night. Dumping off all of the worries and work, we only talked and ate. To avoid the interruptions that might brought by the electronic tools, all the cell phones were ruled to fold together at the edge of the table. Most of time we talked about our school life, like the funny stories, gossips, and classmates. We always had endless words to say; maybe that was exactly one of the most important foundations of being good friends. We also talk about ourselves sometimes. Those hot pots witnessed hundreds of deceptions and dreams. Angel wanted to be a free writer; Echo liked all the scientific fictions, and Mary had interests in Computer Science. When I told them I decided to study in America near our “special table”, they said “We trust all of your choices.” I am grateful of having this fantastic restaurant and delicious food. Besides them, I know our friendship was actually what made all of these special. We have discussed what would happened when we are sixty on one of the normal Friday night. We wondered if we would have our dream job, expected life style, and family. For the most important, we all hoped we could still sit together and talk like that after many years, even though the restaurant might disappear, and the tasted will not be the same.

Those food is what I dream to eat every single day in America, but I know that is not what get me back. The connection between family and friends just like thousands of invisible strings that tied homeland and the little kites.

One week later, I will sit in that restaurant as we have always planned, and eat my best fish hot pot in the world.