Mung bean porridge, it grew up with me, accompanied me through my happy childhood, and preserved the memories of my grandma and me...

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I will never forget that day. Because that day was the day I left my dear grandma and mung bean porridge...

That spring, because my mother gave birth to my younger brother, and I also have an older sister, my mother had no time to take care of me. I was sent to my grandma's house when I was just four years old, and that's where I met my dear grandma and mung bean porridge.

The sound of "squeaking, squeaking" the door was pushed, and a sweaty little girl rushed into an old house, shouting: "Grandma, grandma, today I am playing the popsicle stick game." , I won!" After saying that, he reached into his trouser pocket and took out a large handful of popsicle sticks. He proudly held it up to grandma and suddenly said as if he remembered something: "Grandma, my mung beans. Where did the porridge go? "Grandma looked at me kindly and said, "Grandma, I've already prepared the mung bean porridge for you little greedy cat!" Then, grandma touched my head and scolded: "Look, I'm sweating so much again." After that, he led me to the dining table to drink mung bean porridge.

Grandma took out the mung bean porridge from the refrigerator, took out a spoon, and said while stirring: "Stir it, stir it, add a spoonful of sugar, stir it again, this is stirring. You must remember the basic formula for mung bean porridge! When grandma is not around, you must stir it like this when you make mung bean porridge!" I nodded and looked at the green flower. Blooming and withering in the water... The mung bean porridge was finally mixed. I held the bowl and drank it slowly. The old fan above my head made a "creep" sound. Grandma touched my head with her hand again. I felt itchy. , I couldn’t help laughing, the mung bean porridge was printed with the happy smiling faces of my grandma and I...

From now on, every time I go out to play, grandma will cook the mung bean porridge in advance and put it in the refrigerator. Once iced, it becomes iced mung bean porridge, which is extremely refreshing to drink. Every winter, my grandma would cook hot mung bean porridge in advance and serve it upside down in a bowl. When I came back from playing, the porridge was still hot and delicious! That porridge bears the mark of grandma’s hard work.

After all, I couldn’t stay in this beautiful place for a long time. I will never forget that day. My parents came to pick me up, and my grandma once again gently touched my head with her hands. Said: "My child, you are leaving. It is time for you to go to kindergarten. You must be obedient in kindergarten. Also, you must listen to your parents. Come back and see me when you have free time. Grandma will prepare something for you." "Mung bean porridge!"

I looked at my grandma stupidly and said, "Grandma, you can't make me mung bean porridge anymore." Grandma smiled and said, "Grandma will never break your promise." I’ll do it for you later!” I got into my parents’ car and walked away. No one noticed that grandma shed sad tears...

I will never forget that day, never. Forget my grandma, I will never forget the mung bean porridge made by my dear grandma...