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One morning, I woke up hungry at 5:30.

Lying in bed, thinking about what to eat. Thinking of the clear porridge in the canteen.

Well, it’s just plain porridge. The white porridge in the canteen is delicious, and almost everyone who comes to the canteen for breakfast will grab a bowl.

We generally eat noodles here in the morning, a bowl of noodles and a bowl of porridge. The porridge is mixed with meat powder, and then some sauerkraut and taro sprouts. This kind of breakfast is really good.

As for me, I usually drink two bowls of porridge after one bowl of rice noodles. I once drank three bowls because it was so refreshing.

The porridge in the canteen is not overcooked. You can clearly see the rice grains that have melted. The porridge grains and porridge water can be separated. Take a sip and you will be filled with the fragrance of rice. It really smells like cooking a big pot of porridge over firewood when I was a kid.

I asked the eldest lady in the canteen how the porridge tasted so good. She said that one reason is that porridge is easier to cook in a big pot, so it tastes better than what you cook in a small pot at home. The second reason is that the heat must be controlled well.

I asked how to control the heat, and she said, use a large pressure cooker to cook it. After it boils over high heat for a few minutes, just turn off the heat and let it deflate slowly. Oh~ It seems quite simple.

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So, I decided to get up and cook porridge.

But it’s still too early. If you cook it in a pressure cooker, the pressure cooker will make too much noise and wake up your family. After thinking about it, I might as well use an electric pressure cooker to cook it, or just watch from the sidelines. Because the rice is completely rotten under the pressure of the electric pressure cooker, this time I want to cook porridge that will not rot.

The amount one person eats is half a cup of rice, which is enough water to cover the palm of your hand. The lid is not tightly closed. After washing, the porridge was boiled. After boiling for two or three minutes, I opened the lid of the pot and slowly stirred the porridge with a long-handled spoon.

I think about it, I once heard a mother who is very good at cooking say that she can cook all kinds of dishes, but she can’t cook porridge; and many years ago, I also heard a friend say that he is very good at cooking. Eat less porridge, because you can’t cook it and it will get mushy every time. Haha, is it so difficult to cook porridge? I can make all kinds of porridge, and I don’t think it’s that difficult.

After stirring for a while, the porridge seems to have melted. At this time, you can smell the fragrance of rice. Unplug it and half-cover the lid for a while.

The previously steamed eggs and steamed buns are now ready to be cooked. A bowl of porridge, 2 eggs, 1 steamed bun, and 2 sweet potatoes. The steaming heat warms both the body and stomach on this winter morning.

After all this work, the family has not gotten up yet. It was still dark, and the lights in the houses across the street were not yet on. I enjoyed this rare alone time while eating.

3.

While drinking porridge, I remembered the porridge cooked at home when I was a child.

When I was a child, because there was not enough food at home, I usually only cooked a large pot of porridge during the day, including breakfast and lunch, and only cooked rice at night. Every day when I wake up, my mother has already cooked a large pot of porridge, but usually there is still fire in the stove. I asked my mother if the porridge was ready. She said, not yet. The porridge had just been boiled and the fire had just been put out. It would be ready to be served after the fire in the stove was extinguished.

So, I would move a small stool, sit in front of the stove, hold my face with my hands, look at the coals in the stove, and wait. The waiting time was very long, and my stomach was already growling with hunger, and I became even hungrier after smelling the fragrance of the porridge. After finally waiting for the porridge to come out of the pot, it burned my mouth again. I didn't care if it burned my mouth. I ate it in small bites with a spoon and drank it slowly. I can't forget that fragrance to this day.

4.

In such thoughts, I finished two bowls of porridge, but the fragrance is still lingering in my mind. I suddenly thought, isn’t my current situation just like this bowl of porridge?

Sometimes, I complain that life is as dull as water and that work is always in sight. But if I think about it carefully, I have a stable job and two well-behaved daughters. My husband doesn’t have any bad habits. Although he doesn’t know how to talk sweet words, he is still kind to me. My mother-in-law is also okay and helps me take care of my children here.

If you are not the kind of person who dares to fight and enterprising, don't envy others for their passionate lives.

There is nothing wrong with a plain life.

Although the work is all in sight, I can make myself more and more professional in this field. In order to work towards this goal, I have a goal in my every day work instead of wasting time every day.

Although I am not from a wealthy family, I can keep my small home clean, tidy and comfortable, making it a warm place.

Although I don’t have a lot of money to send my daughter to expensive interest classes, I can play with her and read more, so that she can feel her mother’s love.

Everyone has different lifestyle choices, just like everyone has different preferences for breakfast. Some people like to eat fried dough sticks and soy milk, some people like to eat hamburger buns, and some people like to eat biscuits and potatoes. Porridge, and I like to eat a light bowl of white porridge.

Now that I think about it, my life is like that bowl of porridge. It looks quite bland, but if you savor it carefully, the ordinary life has its own warmth.

Cherish everything in front of you, work hard positively, don’t feel empty in your heart, have a home and love, that’s enough.

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