A child who is just learning to call daddy, an older child who knows how to call a rickshaw, or an old child with a lot of white beard on his mouth, all of them will immediately feel a sweet and greasy feeling when they mention Laba porridge.

Put millet, rice beans, dates, chestnuts, sugar, and peanut kernels together and boil them into a pot. Let it boil like a sigh in the pot. Just look at the way it sighs and smell the fragrance.

It's enough to swallow more than three mouthfuls of saliva, not to mention the large bowls filled with large spoons of large spoons stuffed into the mouth!

Ba'er, who lives in the Fang Family Courtyard, is almost going crazy with joy today.

A person goes in and out of the kitchen and sees the big pot of porridge sighing. The bowls have been prepared and placed neatly by the stove for a long time, but his mother always says it's still early.

His mother was picking up a spatula and stirring the porridge.

The porridge in the pot also seems to be getting thicker.

"Mom, Mom, when will it be..." "At night!" In fact, the night his mother meant was not after the lights were turned on.

But after hearing such relaxed words, Ba'er's eyes turned red.

In the pot, the feeble sighing continued.

"Then I'm hungry!" Baer looked like he was about to cry.

"When you are hungry, you have to eat when the sun goes down." When you are hungry, you have to eat when the sun goes down.

Do you think, Ba'er, who is not qualified to look after sheep, can find any way to resist Mom's order?

Moreover, the hunger mentioned by Ba'er is not reliable, but as soon as he entered the kitchen, he heard something sighing or moaning in the pot, and he was eager to taste this strange thing out of curiosity.

"Mom, Mom, wait a minute, I want to eat three bowls! We only allow the eldest brother to eat one bowl. Neither the eldest brother nor father can eat sweet things, so we can just eat sweet things... Mom, Mom, you can eat three bowls, and I can."

If you eat three bowls, your eldest brother and your father are only allowed to eat one bowl each. One to eight bowls, right?" "That's right!" "Otherwise, I'll eat three and a half bowls, and you'll eat two bowls.

Half..." "Bu..." The pot sighed again.

Ba'er turned around.

Ba'er, who was much shorter than Zao, looked back and saw only a faint stream of smoke rushing upwards!

Everything in the pot, in Ba'er, can only be guessed... the chestnuts will be so mashed that you can't recognize them clearly, the red rice beans will be boiled until the whole body is swollen like suffering from bloating, and the peanuts will be

When you eat it, it’s always a mess!

The dates must be three or four times bigger - it would be wonderful if dried red dates were really that big!

If there is too much sugar, it will cook... "Mom, Mom, pick me up and take a look!" So Mom picked up Ba'er as he asked.

"Evil..." he shouted in surprise, everything in the pot had entered his eyes.

This must be said to be strange. If the chestnut falls into the pot, it will be crushed soon. That is what he knows.

He once saw a group of chestnuts that fell into a pot of braised chicken and melted soon after.

Red rice beans cause water swelling, which is also a common thing when making porridge.

It goes without saying that Peanut took off his red coat.

The pot is formed in a circle around the edge of the pot.

In short, everything turned out as he guessed, but he didn't expect that the color of today's porridge would be dark brown.

"Why, it's black!" Ba'er also thought of the dirty water in the dye vat.

"There are too many jujubes and red beans." As a result of Mom's explanation, she picked up a particularly large and scary red jujube and gave it to Ba'er.

Although there are a little more dates and rice beans, everyone admits that the taste is much better than ordinary porridge.

At the dinner table, Ba'er leaned against his mother's side, her belly already turning into a small drum.

If it's a hot day, you'll inevitably have to worry about your damn palms again.

The two chopsticks on the table next to him were placed in a romantic cross.

There was half a bowl of aged bacon in the big blue and white bowl on the table, and Ba'er's parents couldn't help but it didn't come.

"Mom, Mom, just tell Ha Ba to get out! I hate it so much, crawling under other people's feet!" If there weren't so many discarded bacon, skin and bones at Ba'er's feet, Ha Ba wouldn't be so affectionate with him alone.

"Ha Ba, I, Ba'er, want you to get out, get out of here..." Then a big bone was thrown to the ground, and Ha Ba finally took the bone in his mouth and went outside to chew it.

"If you don't know how to be funny, just give it a few kicks!" Ba'er's father said with a smile to Ba'er after seeing the horn wagging its tail and going out very politely.

In fact, "give it a few kicks", if you really want Ba'er to implement it, is it not empty?

No matter how hard you kick it, Ba'er will use all your strength to suck it. Won't it still be lying under the table chewing what it wants to chew?

Because the words "give it a few kicks" reminded Ba'er's mother of many things about how his father always protected dogs.