? "Zizizi ..." The steamer on the gas stove was steaming, and a pot of hot water was burning next to it. The woman leaned down and turned down the fire in the steamer. The next second, the kitchen knife in her hand continued to move up and down rhythmically on the chopping board, and the potato shreds quickly turned out under the blade stayed quietly in the shadow of the blade.

? There are all kinds of ingredients on the kitchen counter, such as washed millet, washed shrimp in oyster sauce, shredded potatoes soaked in water, delicious pickles, shredded chicken, ginger slices, chopped green onion and garlic cloves, which are more and more exquisite under the light.

? The smell of milk and cereal in the steamer is fragrant, and the three eggs cooked at the bottom of the steamer are banging up and down.

? "Steamed bread just took out from the refrigerator. It needs to be heated for a while, otherwise the steamed bread will not be hot. " The woman muttered in her heart, and the action didn't stop at all, but her thoughts climbed with the heat on the steamer and flew to the outside of the cloud nine. ......

? It's weird. I usually sleep until seven or eight in the morning. Why did I wake up at half past five today? When I woke up, I found myself a mother. It's incredible.

? Life is full of dog blood, wait until it comes.

? I'm fed up with my mother yelling at me every day about my child's rabies attack. Now, I will take the place of my mother, which just proves how I take care of my baby calmly.

? I raised my hand and patted my head hard. All right, swap places, cheer up and get ready for breakfast. The baby will wake up soon, and my daughter-in-law has to eat at work.

? I checked the prepared ingredients again. I have a history of type II diabetes for many years. Breakfast is usually a bowl of milk boiled oats, a boiled egg with pickles and low sugar. My daughter is losing weight and needs a boiled egg in the morning. Son-in-law is used to eating staple food, cooking, a bowl of porridge and pickles in the morning. Grandson and daughter are only over one year old. They pay attention to nutrition and digestion. Boiled shrimp with a small bowl of porridge and some vegetables.

? Thinking, counting in your hand, everything is ready.

? "Gollum, Gollum, Gollum ..." The hot water on the stove is boiling, and the millet can be cooked. Comfort yourself in your heart, don't worry, don't make mistakes, slow is fast and steady; While praying vaguely, at this juncture, don't wake up, don't wake up, Amitabha.

? My heart is in a hurry, and my actions are carried out in an orderly and orderly manner. After the millet was put into the pot, the boiling water immediately calmed down. I waited nervously, coOKing quickly, cooking quickly, turning the big fire into a small fire, and everything was ok.

? Seeing that the water has changed, the water near the pot is moving closer to the center, and the speed is getting faster and faster. I know it's going to boil soon, and I'm anxiously waiting for that moment.

? "Wow ..." Oh, my God, the baby is awake. If I don't get out of bed quickly, it will be bad. Half of my body will leave the kitchen, and the five fingers of my right hand are still on the knob of the gas stove. What should I do?

? At this critical moment, I can't help thinking more. I rushed into the bedroom, picked up the child and ran to the kitchen. At the moment I arrived at the kitchen door, I watched the millet gruel spill out of the pot and put out the fire on the stove in an instant. The whole pot and gas stove are full of millet, which makes you feel bad.

? I still have to cook rice. I held the child in my left hand and turned the knob of the gas stove in my right hand. "Bang ..." And "Bang ..." I can't catch fire. I looked down and fiddled with the fire, only to hear a piercing cry. The child put his hand into the pot.

? Suddenly, I felt distressed and blamed myself, cursing myself in my heart, rushing to the bathroom with my child in my arms, and checking my injuries while cleaning up. Fortunately, it was only red and swollen, and there was no serious burn.

? I give medicine to my children and comfort them with my arms. My daughter and son-in-law have to go to work, the meal is not ready yet, and the kitchen is a mess. At this moment, my brain completely collapsed, and all the complaints, accusations and craziness came out. I yelled at my daughter and son-in-law, accusing them of shameless irresponsibility and clamoring for a strike.

? When I became a mother, my bad mood was worse than my mother's own. It turns out that my mother is in a bad mood every day, because she has taken on too much for us, and she is too busy at all, still grinding her teeth desperately. I can understand my mother better now and allow her to be in a bad mood, but I know better that I should take my responsibility.