Oh, my God.
I can only think of this line of letters.
The reason why I say this is because my girlfriend came to play at home a few days ago, and the appointed time was noon. Out of kindness to her friend, I'm going to let her eat ready-made meals when she comes in. So I made a quick calculation in my mind like a jet plane, giving Dabao instructions on the homework to be completed that day, putting on shoes, steaming eggs, feeding eggs, making milk powder and drinking milk for Bao Xiao, then going downstairs for an hour to buy some handmade noodles, sweeping the floor and putting him to sleep, and then it was almost 1 1, estimated 12.
Burn oil, beat eggs, cut vegetables, sit on the cooked noodles, and add the last cold salad. Sure enough, at the moment when my girlfriend rang the doorbell, tomato and egg noodles with a plate of cold cabbage were placed on the table. My girlfriend looked at a bowl full of egg noodles and said with a slightly embarrassed expression, too much? I can't eat. Actually, I feel the same way Noodles are clear, moist and have no color sense; Cold dishes without pepper, white wipe is also looking at people without appetite.
The habit of cooking has always been how much seasoning to put. Looking at the feeling at that moment, I will be confident to know that "the taste is almost the same", and the dishes really live up to my expectations after they come out. Since I was pregnant with Bao Xiao, I haven't cooked with my mind for a long time, and the cooked rice is really bad for me.
In the afternoon, my best friend said, you take a good look at the baby and I'll make lunch for us. I fell in front of her and helped with my work. Watch my best friend skillfully shred the pumpkin, then scoop a bowl of flour, beat two eggs, add a little onion, ginger and garlic, put the above materials into a pot, add salt, pepper powder and water, stir in one direction, then add a little oil to the pot and spread a tablespoon of paste on the bottom of the pot. After three minutes, molding, gently turn to the other side with a wooden spoon. In less than ten minutes, a pumpkin pie was served on the plate. The main reason is that my two one-year-old and ten-year-old children just love or not. My daughter ate two and a half pieces in a row and kept clamoring for them, which made me a little depressed as a mother.
I think cooking really requires skill, but it is the subtle and important soul that must be full of enthusiasm. The same ingredients, also spent a lot of time, also want to let people eat a good meal, if the effect is not good, it is really a loss. My best friend used to learn a little cake. This time, she used the traditional craft of her mother's generation and added some fresh elements (adding eggs can make the cake softer and more delicious) to create a new method. So she should not only study hard, but also have a sense of innovation.
Some people are born, and they can make delicious food by reading recipes!
And some people are acquired, through continuous hard study, you can make delicious things!
There is another kind of people who can only eat but can't cook! I should belong to this kind of person.
Eating is really something worth taking seriously, otherwise life will be greatly discounted.
When my friend left, he told me to wrap some wonton for you next time and put it in the refrigerator. If I am really busy, I will give the children something to eat. Apart from full of emotion and deep remorse, I really turned my life into a chicken feather.
I still remember when I was in my old unit, one day a girl in the same office saw me drawing and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was planning my life. If my life can be divided into 100%, then work is 40% of my life, children are 40%, and 20% is reserved for my lover. Because children always grow up and stay away from us, they can stay with them for almost 18 years, and their lover, the person who cares about each other, may leave you one day, so they only have work, and as long as you don't give up, they will spend it with you wholeheartedly every day. This is my truest thought at that stage.
This scene seems to be yesterday.
I was 25 years old that year.
Time is like a sword. Time is killing people. The rings of life always drag you forward. This time, not that time. Now you are thirty-five years old, but ten years later, you are on a completely different track. Now we need to spend 80% of our energy and time looking after children every day, because there are two children. If one child accounts for 40% according to the previous thinking, then the proportion of two children accounting for 80% seems normal.
It's not that life is not as good as before. Love the present time, the past has passed, no regrets; The future hasn't come yet, so don't worry. Because, life has a wonderful logic, if you really live every day, tomorrow will not be bad. If you do it at the age of 25, you should be good at the age of 35. The more you care about the process, the more complete the process, and the more likely it is to have a good ending.
Ok, from now on, water some plants that are not fresh enough; I want to sort out the books I bought, haven't finished reading and haven't had time to unpack. I want to scrub the unreachable place carefully, don't touch it often, I can touch a layer of dust when I reach out; I want to sum up carefully. In the children's half-open wardrobe, a pile of clothes seems to have flowed out, divided into seasons. Send winter clothes to the laundry, buy some fruits and vegetables by the way, cook a delicious meal for the children before the menu, and earnestly fulfill this 80% responsibility.
Then, I look forward to the arrival of forty-five with great joy!