My mother said that I was very weak when I was young. Since I was born in the winter, I had no heating equipment or thick bedding, so I caught a cold not long after. It later developed into "whooping cough" and I was sent to the hospital every now and then.

My mother was going to work in the production team, so she put me in the production team’s nursery. There is no one to take care of the children at home, and the children who have not yet entered kindergarten are all placed in the nursery. There are a lot of crying and noisy children, and only a few older grandmothers are in charge.

I am not in good health, cry all the time, and am not liked by others, so I am always put on the bed without anyone looking after me. As a result, during the month when I should eat, due to poor gastrointestinal digestion, I would vomit whenever I ate, so I could only drink porridge.

I still remember the small jar I used to stew porridge in. It was made of glazed ceramic, about fifteen centimeters high, slightly thicker than a glass teacup, thin at both ends and fat in the middle, with a small round lid on top.

Porridge needs to be cooked with late rice, which is not available in my family. Fortunately, my mother is from Zhuantang. My grandmother’s family, my uncle’s family, and my aunt’s family are all farmers. They know that I want to drink late rice porridge, so they take turns. Send some late rice to our family.

My porridge is not boiled, so it is difficult to cook it. My mother usually puts a handful of rice in a jar, adds water, and puts it in the hearth of the wood stove with a circle of charcoal around it. Whenever I feel hungry, I pour some out for me to eat, and keep the rest in the stove, so I can have warm porridge whenever I want.

My mother said that I ate porridge until I was in elementary school, and then slowly learned to eat dry rice. I am my grandmother's youngest niece and I am weak, so my grandmother dotes on me and always takes me to live in the pond.

I have poor digestion and will have diarrhea if I feel uncomfortable eating. Grandma thought of various ways to treat it. One day, she mixed rice with sugar for me. I ate it and it made me sick, but I had no gastrointestinal problems at all. Since then, I have fallen in love with sugar bibimbap.

For white sugar mixed rice, it is best to use steaming white rice that has just come out of the pot. Sprinkle a ring of white sugar while it is hot, and use chopsticks to mix the rice from bottom to top. Because the rice is hot, half of the sugar will melt away. The white rice will have a jade color and the unique aroma of rice will emerge. Take a big mouthful and put it in your mouth. You will feel the sweetness of white sugar, the fragrance of rice, and the crunch of unmelted white sugar when you bite it. The happiness will overflow your whole body. Grandma also loves to eat sugar mixed with rice.

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I was always hungry when I came back from school. At home, there is only cold rice in the rice basket without vegetables. I will fill a bowl of cold rice, soak it in boiling water until soft, squeeze out the water, then sprinkle a spoonful of sugar on it, stir it, and the bowl of rice will go into my stomach in just a few seconds. Of course it’s not as delicious as grandma’s sugar rice, but it’s still a good snack when you’re hungry.

Sugar bibimbap has always been my grandma and I’s favorite. Later, my grandma got diabetes and could no longer eat sweets. When she was dying, my grandma liked MSG bibimbap. I also tasted the taste, but it was so fresh that I couldn’t stand it and couldn’t eat it.

My grandma has been away from me for more than 20 years. Due to the family inheritance of diabetes, I no longer dare to eat sugar bibimbap. However, the sweet and fragrant sugar bibimbap that night always followed my grandma’s kind face. came to my mind.