Go back to your mother's house

Yesterday morning, my son and I slept in Luoshan's house until 10 and got up for a quick breakfast. Life during the holiday was a complete mess. I had brunch and didn't know when to have dinner.

? After dinner, I packed my things and hurried to Dingyuan. More than an hour's drive. Sitting in the back was boring and I chatted with my son.

It was past 12 when I got to my parents' house. Mother began to make a fire to cook. Five dishes of hot pot were prepared and put on the chopping board, and the hot pot was stewed. Dad moved the table into the yard and ate lunch around the table in the sun.

? After dinner, mom cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and dad sat for a while and went back to work. In the afternoon, the sun was warm, and I sat in the yard basking in the sun. The shadow gradually turned to the west and my chair moved from the eaves to the east wall of the yard. My mother started washing clothes and then chopped things in the kitchen. I asked her why. She said that her cousin's daughter who went to Bay a few days ago got married, and she went to help for a few days. She saw a dish cooked by the chef called meat pie, and the hot pot was delicious. She learned and wanted to try it once. She mixed the meat stuffing with enough seasoning and steamed it in a pot for an hour.

The sun is setting and dark clouds are gathering. Mother has lifted the charcoal basin and put it under the table. The table is covered with a shroud, and it is very warm. I moved to my room, then warmed up and played with my mobile phone. The meat pie is steamed, and mother continues to cook dinner. My niece and son each brought a bowl of meat pie to eat. The meat pie cut into tofu pieces is wrapped in thousands of tofu, with moderate salt and smooth taste. The experiment was a great success! I asked the method and prepared it once when I got home. When I entertain guests, I just need to make a clear soup pot bottom, and the meat pie and lettuce are cooked together in the pot, which is a good hot pot. Dinner is beef hot pot, thousand tofu patties and two stir-fried dishes at noon.

? After dinner, it's still mom who cleans up the dishes. We warm ourselves around the table and watch TV. After the water was hot, before I got up to pour water, she had poured in the face washing water to wash my face and feet for my son and me to wash.

I didn't go back to my hometown for half a year, and I changed my bed at first. I can't sleep in the middle of the night and always feel cold. I woke up at three in the morning and didn't wake up for dinner until nine in the morning.

? It's cloudy, I haven't seen the sun for a long time. After supper, I can only stay indoors to keep warm. The children are playing with sand outside with spatulas, and my parents are going to Dingyuan market. Three people came back from the south and came home in the morning.

At noon, they haven't come back. I washed rice, just scooped rice into the pot, the motorcycle rang at the door, and the market came back, so I don't have to wash rice. Go back to the house to keep warm.

? Lunch or hot pot cooking.

? I didn't sleep much last night, so I was sleepy in the afternoon. I went out for a walk and stood at the door for a while. Mom said she was sleepy, too. She took a machete to cut firewood outside the door, rearranged the scattered firewood, covered it with asbestos tiles, and predicted that it would rain for two days. All the branches that dry firewood at the door were cut down and carried into the kitchen.

Returning from Xinyang to my hometown in the countryside for the New Year, the rice left at home was made into rice, two snakeskin bags, and the year-end benefits given to my father by the post office, rice noodles, oil and salt, whole grains, bought vermicelli, quilts, rice cookers ... My mother packed a lot of things, all of which were to be taken to Xinyang's home, and my father needed to take a special bus. It happens that one of his friends will drive to Xinyang tomorrow. Dad and Sanlao will send something to Xinyang to post couplets, and Sanlao will also try to visit his brother's house.

? My daughter will come to her parents' house tomorrow, and we will go back to Luoshan after one more day. Although the necessities at home are ready and jiaozi has packed them, we will still go home and look around to see what we need to buy.

? These days when I live in my hometown, I only eat, sleep and play. I didn't touch the spring with my finger. I can't finish housework and work at home all day, and I am as busy as a top on weekdays. I didn't cook, so I have no food. It is a luxury to have half a day's leisure every week, whether it is working or taking care of children. Shopping, watching movies, singing K, traveling ... are all daily activities in other people's homes.

I don't remember when my mother stopped asking me for help every time I came to my hometown. When eating, the bowl was delivered to me. After dinner, I sat there motionless, and she cleaned up the dishes. She is responsible for cleaning the children's dirty clothes. Before I came, the bed for sleeping at night had been made. I'm cold. I'm afraid of cold. A quilt is usually not enough. She brought me all the thickened new quilts. Let me rest in that warm room. Prepare hot water for us to wash at night.

I am a typical lazy person who works hard at home. I work in my own home, because if I don't work, I have no food. No one can help me, so I have to do it myself and be self-reliant!

? As soon as I got back to my mother's house, I instantly became a slacker, too lazy to do anything but eat.

Dad doesn't do these chores all his life. He hates chopping wood. All the housework at home is done by my mother alone for decades.

My sister is more diligent and discerning than me. When she comes, she will help my mother cook, serve, wash dishes and wash clothes. Basically, they are all here to eat, drink and have fun. I've worked hard at my husband's house, so I'll go back to my mother's house and enjoy it and make up for it.

The older I get, the more reserved I am in expressing my feelings. I'm embarrassed to show anything. I am always afraid that others will call me melodramatic and fake. I don't even bother to find chapters and quotations when writing. I just keep a diary, three meals a day, all year round, all my life, bit by bit.

? Mom still gets up early to make breakfast for the whole family, and wakes us up one by one after it is done. After dinner, we play, she washes dishes, and has lunch and dinner.

? After watching the weather forecast in the province at night, she will sit for a while, bake for a while, and then go to bed. Mother and son will talk for a long time when their son calls back. In the family micro-group, I cry when I see my grandson hungry, sleep when I am full, and watch it again and again with my father's mobile phone. Cheerful.

? My parents are getting older every year, and they never stop when they are healthy and can stand on their own feet. Let's continue to enjoy happiness!

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