remember that advertisement? "Grandma, what's that smell?" "The smell of love!" Yes, this is an advertisement for eight-treasure porridge. My grandmother's eight-treasure porridge is full of that sweet and deep taste of love.

"Grandma, what are you cooking for me tonight?" "Good granddaughter, will grandma make you sweet eight-treasure porridge?" "hmm." When I was a child, this conversation always appeared at the moment before eating.

At that time, it rained heavily, and soon it was time for lunch. The familiar conversation was reminded again, "Grandma, what are you going to do?" "Good granddaughter, you have an exam this afternoon, and grandma will make you eight-treasure porridge, but you must work hard during the exam." "well! Definitely. "

It's still raining. At this moment, Grandma is making preparations for making eight-treasure porridge, shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the living room-preparing materials. "Soybeans, red dates, rice, barley, brown sugar ..." "Well, all of them are here, and then we'll wash the rice." Grandma's mouth is still mumbling. "Well, it's all ready at last. Wait here. Grandma will make you eight-treasure porridge. It will be ready in a minute." After that, grandma walked to the kitchen with an umbrella in one hand and the prepared materials in the other. Composition

After a while, grandma came to the living room with a bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge. "Good granddaughter, grandma has made it for you. Come and drink it while it's hot!" At this time, the rain seems to be bigger than before, and there is more blood and water on the ground. Grandma suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground. Because there was water on the road, it was too slippery, and the bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge was spilled on her hand ... I quickly ran out and squatted next to her, shouting "Grandma, Grandma!" I tried to pull my grandmother up, but she couldn't get up because she hurt her waist. It was raining, and the rain hit her bit by bit. Looking at her uncomfortable appearance, I cried helplessly and called my father at once ... < P > Grandma was carried to bed. At this moment, she didn't forget to say, "Dear granddaughter, the eight-treasure porridge is ripe, so drink it while it is hot, and there is an exam in the afternoon." Composition

Later, when I grew up, I lived with my parents, so I rarely drank the eight-treasure porridge cooked by my grandmother. Sometimes, when I was greedy, my mother would make me some, which was sweet and thick, but it seemed that something was missing. Oh! It turns out that it doesn't have that kind of thick-love flavor!