A bowl of white rice gruel
Rice is sticky rice, pot is a casserole, fire is the fire extinguisher. Every morning, 4:20, A Tao-time points, fire, turn on the water pot, rice Amoy a good soaking in the water. When water is boiling, put m, large heat and simmer 10 minutes, change temperature and the fire slowly boil. M flutter chug to jumping in the pan, A Tao bent over beside the fire, stirring gently with a spoon ... ... what about a half an hour later, A Tao-hand side a bowl of steaming white rice porridge, a dish of cream hand side of the sesame oil for pickles wire, into the bedroom, shouting Xiaoying get out of bed.
Xiao-turn a body, one muttering what they sleep in the past. A Tao listening to Xiao-sweet snoring, could not bear will return. Sitting in bed, take a look at the table, and then take a look at Xiaoying, and then take a look at the table. Xiao-bounce if you dropped suddenly from the bed to see tables, dressing hurriedly got up, his mouth could not help blaming, to late, how can you not wake me? He handed over the white gruel and pickled vegetables: not in a hurry, there is time, porridge should first drink.
Porridge is a white rice porridge, without lotus jujube not without Longan. This porridge, Xiao-drinking 5 years. A Tao, and Xiao-time marriage, the family had no money to put the wedding banquet, two were just sleeping together, it becomes a home. On the wedding night, A Tao-side over a bowl of white rice porridge, Bai Yingying's porridge, in the lamp suffused with sparkling light. A Tao said: "You bad stomach, drink plenty of white rice porridge, Yangwei." Xiao-they drink, and elegant fragrance porridge, warm Yutie not only the stomach, as well as heart.
They work in the same factory, Xiao-annual early shift, A Tao perennial night. A Tao 4:00 work, Xiao-5:30 am to go to work. Of time with them, but just over an hour. A Tao The first thing after work, that is, ignition, Tim pot. A Tao will boil white rice gruel, and their economic situation, only to allow him to cook a bowl of white rice congee. Is such a bowl of white rice porridge, actually the little Ying Zi Yang was looking rosy, charming flowery.
Later, the yard-effectiveness is not good, A Tao down the post, but life had to go on. A Tao come up with meager savings, Xiao-sold her mother left her gold ring, scrape together the money, opened a grocery store. A bowl, a mop, a bottle, the profit, but a few cents, A Tao has done very carefully. Xiao-work, and also came to helping take care stores. No one time, A Tao, and Xiao-sitting in the middle of a pile of pots and pans, a happy vision.
A Tao said: "so rich, we get where stores are open." Xiao-ying, said: "At that time, I will not go to work, and every day you do at home Bianzhaohuayang eat." A Tao said : "Where do still need you to do, ah, eat what we eat directly to the hotel." Xiao-coquetry, "No, I want to eat your cooked white rice gruel ... ..." A Tao Xiao-have almost a full third of the shoulder, Gege's eyes. A Tao is still 4:20 every morning to get up on time, ignition Ao Yu. Side of the boil, while calculating the missing goods store. Sometimes distracting, porridge will be Hu of the bottom of the pot; sometimes too trapped a nap, congee will overflow the pot. Xiao-Qi Lechuang One morning, the porridge on the stove is turned over the cushions, toot waves, A Tao Fu in the first lap, fast asleep. A Tao Xiao-gently clinging to the head, heart, slight tear to pain involved. Since then, A Tao Xiao-resolutely refused to give her Ao Yu. A Tao of her is really tired.
A Tao of the business has been increasingly shun, to the seventh year, he turned to open supermarket chains everywhere. Xiao-quit her job and did a full-time wife. They bought a large split-level house, the kitchen decorated beautifully chic, missing only the taste of fireworks. Because Atao less and less time to go home for dinner. He was always busy, entertaining many, sometimes three or four a night to catch dinner. The beginning, Xiao-are also complaining, but the A Tao said: "not all for this home? Is not yet want you to live better?" Later, Xiao-tired, and increasingly, also accustomed to.
Xiao-long time no more drink white porridge. One day, A Tao was suddenly notified to attend a friend's funeral. He wondered, how a few days ago perfectly good, and today is gone? Funeral home, he saw a friend of the widow, that elegant and beautiful Xiaoying, overnight gaunt aging. She cried a very tough battle, and her mouth verbose, said: "Who sent me to work since then I work? Who I tie them tight scarf ... ..." He suffocated not help but think of her, she thought of those who endure white gruel the morning, think of every day that she took a bowl of white rice gruel, the eyes of the well-being and satisfaction.
A Tao almost flew all the way to go home in time to open the door, but saw Xiao-curling up on the sofa and fell asleep. TV still open, home theater is also open, threw the coffee table filled with a variety of fashion magazines. A Tao before kneeling on the sofa, hand crept across Xiao-hair. Xiao-looking bleak, thin wrinkles, the filled deep lonely.
He took blankets to go to Xiao-cap, Xiao-suddenly woke up and saw him, Xiao-rubbed his eyes, to determine, after his face thrown up lovely blush. Xiao-hurriedly got up, are you not eat it, I do. A Tao Yong Zhu from behind her: "No, I do it, boiled white rice porridge." Xiao-half did not speak, there are warm tears, drop by drop, falling Atao hands.
On that day, while cooking the porridge A Tao as he would like to: In fact, the ever-changing congee, are not white porridge made from the grounding. All the well-being, but do so at the end of white rice gruel, icing on the cake.
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