Women should be's happiness is very simple!
Rice is sticky rice, pot is a casserole, fire is the fire extinguisher. Every
morning, 4:20, the men-time-point ignition, turn on the water pot, rice Amoy a good
soaking in the water. When water is boiling, put m, large heat and simmer 10 minutes,
change temperature and the fire slowly boil. M flutter chug to jumping in the pan,
the men bent over beside the fire, stirring gently with a spoon ... ... what about a
half hour later, a man single-handedly end steaming bowl of plain porridge, a dish of
cream hand side of the sesame oil in pickles silk, a woman walked into the bedroom
shouting get out of bed.
A woman turned a body, muttering a what, but also to sleep in the past. Man
listening to a woman sweet snoring, could not bear will return. Sitting in bed, take
a look at the table, and then take a look at a woman, and then take a look at the
table. A woman suddenly bouncing from bed to see tables, dressing hurriedly got up,
his mouth could not help complaining: "To late, how can you not wake me?" He plain
porridge and pickles, hand it over: "Do not worry, there is still time , first
porridge drink. "
Porridge is a plain porridge, this porridge, a woman drank 5 years. When men and
women to marry, the family had no money to put the wedding banquet, two were just
sleeping together, it becomes a home. The wedding night, the men side over a bowl of
plain porridge, Bai Yingying's porridge, in the lamp suffused with sparkling light.
Man said: "You bad stomach, drink plenty of plain porridge, Yangwei." Women would
have to drink, and elegant fragrance porridge, warm Yutie not only the stomach, as
well as heart.
They work in the same factory, women perennial early shift, the men perennial
night. 4:00 work of men and women to go to work 5:30 am. Of time with them, but just
over an hour. Men, the first thing after work, that is, ignition, Ao Yu. Men can only
boil plain porridge, their economic situation, only to allow him to cook a bowl of
plain porridge. Is such a bowl of plain porridge, actually to nourish a woman was
looking rosy, charming flowery.
Later, the yard-effectiveness is not good, man down the post, but life had to go
on. Men come up with meager savings, a woman sold her mother left her gold ring,
scrape together the money, opened a grocery store. A bowl, a mop, a bottle, the
profit, but a few cents, the men are doing very carefully. A woman from work, and
also came to helping take care stores. No one, when men and women, sitting in the
middle of a pile of pots and pans, a happy vision of the future.
Man said: "so rich, 咱 bloom where the chains are." A woman said: "At that time,
I will not go to work, and every day you do at home Bianzhehuayang eat." A man said:
"Where need you to do, ah, want to eat anything, 咱 directly to the hotel to eat.
"flighty woman," No, I want to eat your boiled plain porridge. "Men have almost a
full woman's shoulder, eyes excitedly's.
Men continue to 4:20 every morning to get up on time, ignition Ao Yu. Side of the
boil, while calculating the missing goods store. Sometimes distracting, porridge will
be Hu of the bottom of the pot; sometimes too trapped a nap, congee will overflow the
pot. One morning a woman Qile Chuang, porridge on the stove is turned over the
cushions toot waves, men's head bent over lap, fast asleep. Woman gently clinging to
a man's head, heart, slight tear in pain involved. Since then, the woman resolutely
refused to give her Aozhou man, he is very tired.
A man's business has been increasingly shun, to the seventh year, he turned to
open supermarket chains everywhere. A woman quit her job and did a full-time wife.
They bought a large split-level house, the kitchen decorated beautifully chic,
missing only the taste of fireworks. Because, when the men go home to eat less and
less. He was always busy, entertaining many, sometimes three or four a night to catch
dinner. The beginning, women also complain, but the man said: "not all for this home?
Is not yet want you to live better?" Later, women are tired, gradually, also
accustomed to.
Woman for a long time no more drink plain porridge. One day, a man was suddenly
notified to attend a friend's funeral. He wondered, how a few days ago perfectly
good, and today is gone? Funeral home, he saw a friend of the widow, that elegant and
beautiful woman, withered aging overnight. She cried a very tough battle, and her
mouth verbose, said: "Who sent me to work since then I work? Who I tie them tight
scarf ... ..." He suffocated not help but think of her, think of those who endure
plain porridge for her to Good morning, think of every day that she took a bowl of
plain porridge, the eyes of the well-being and satisfaction.
Almost all the way to a man flying home in time to open the door, they saw a
woman curling up on the sofa and fell asleep. TV still open, home theater is also
open, threw the coffee table filled with a variety of fashion magazines. A man
kneeling on the sofa before the hand gently blowing over the woman's hair. Woman
looking bleak, thin wrinkles, the filled deep lonely.
He took blankets to go to a woman cover, a woman suddenly woke up and saw him, a
woman rubbed his eyes, to determine, after his face thrown up lovely blush. A woman
got up and hurriedly: "Do you not eat, and I do." Yong Zhu a man from behind her:
"No, I do cook plain porridge." A woman did not speak a half-day, with warm tears,
drop by drop, fall man's hands.
On that day, while men cook the porridge as he thought: In fact, the ever-
changing congee, are not white porridge made from the grounding. All the well-being,
but do so at the end of plain porridge, icing on the cake.