(original) the first to learn to call his father's small children, will go out to call the foreign car of the big children, the mouth of the old child with a lot of white beard, mentioned the laha congee, who is not immediately in the mouth of the mouth to give birth to a kind of sweet and greasy feeling it. The millet, rice beans, dates, chestnuts, peanut kernels together, muddled into a pot, let it in the pot like a sigh of boiling, just look at it that sigh like, smell that smell, enough to swallow more than three mouths of saliva, not to mention, a big bowl, a big bowl, a big spoon towards the mouth to plug the irrigation it!
The eight children who live in the Fang family compound are so happy today that they are going crazy. He has been going in and out of the stove room alone and sighs when he sees the big pot of porridge. The bowls and jars have been ready and set up by the stove for a long time, but his mom always says it's still early.
His mom was picking up a spatula and stirring the porridge. The porridge seemed to be thickening.
"Mom, mom, when will it be .....?"
"To the night!" In fact, what his mom said at night is not after the lights are on. But eight children hear such loose words, eyes can be anxious red. The porridge in the pot and the audible sighs continued.
"Then I'm hungry!" Eight children to cry like.
"If you are hungry, you are not allowed to eat until the sun sets."
Hungry, too, until the sun sets before he is allowed to eat. You think, mom's order, look at the sheep is not qualified eight children, can also set up what law to resist?
"Mom, Mom, wait, I want three bowls! We're only allowed one bowl for big brother. Big brother and father can not eat sweet, we two just eat sweet is okay ...... Mom, mom, you eat three bowls I also eat three bowls, big brother and father only allowed to eat one bowl each, a **** eight bowls, right?"
"Yes! Offspring offspring is right."
"Or I'll eat three and a half bowls and you'll eat two and a half ......"
"Pfft ......" The pot sighed again. Bael turned back.
Much shorter than the stove, Bael's turning back resulted in nothing more than a faint puff of smoke going upwards!
Everything in the pot, for the eight children, can only guess: chestnuts will have been thinned to the unrecognizable it, rice beans will be cooked all swollen it, peanut kernels to eat always has been the face of it! Jujubes must be three or four times bigger - it would be great if the real dried jujubes were that big! If you put too much sugar in it, it will rise up ...... "Mom, Mom, hold me up and take a look!" So mom picked him up just as the eight children had asked.
"Uh ......" He cried out in amazement as everything in the pot had come into his eyes.
It couldn't help but be strange, a chestnut falling into a pot would soon have to be crushed, that he knew. He had seen a bunch of chestnuts that fell into a cassoulet pot and soon melted away. Rice beans cooked to swell, that too was a common occurrence in the usual porridge.
It goes without saying that Peanut Nutmeg took off his red jacket. The potpourri, precisely, surrounded the edge of the pot into a circle. In short, everything had become as he'd guessed, but he hadn't expected the porridge to be dark brown in color today.
"Why, black!" Bael at the same time remembered the dirty water in the dye vat.
"The dates have been set aside too much with the adzuki beans." Mom's explanation resulted in picking up a particularly frighteningly large red date and giving it to Bael.
Even though the jujube was a little too much for the rice bean, everyone admitted that it tasted much better than ordinary porridge.
At the dinner table, leaning against his mother, his stomach has become a small drum. The two chopsticks (kuài) on the table beside him are romantically arranged in a cross. On the table in the big bowl of green flowers in half a bowl of old bacon, eight children's parents with mom also can not help it not come.