The man thinks All is happy but the congee lag behind

The man thinks All is happy but the congee lag behind
The porridge is the congee, do not add red date with the lotus seeds with the longan. Such porridge, the woman has drunk for 5 years. When the man marries woman, the family has no money to put the wine drunk at wedding feast, two people just put the bedding together, become a family. At newly-married night, the man carries over a bowl of congee, white jade-like stone lustrous and transparent congee, is suffused with the glittering light under the light.

The rice is the polished glutinous rice, the pan is a casserole, the fire is the coal fire. Will it be before dawn every day, 20 past 4, man light fire on time, turn on the water in the pan, rice wash soak in water well. Wait for water to boil, the rice put, after the fire boils for 10 minutes, change the warm fire and endure slowly. The rice is danced in the pan attacking the thumping, the man is bending over by the stove fire, stir slowly with the ladle After the half an hour, the intersection of man and the intersection of end and one bowl steaming hot congee on one hand, end one dish drench the intersection of salted vegetables and silk of sesame oil on the other hand, enter the bedroom, call the woman and get up.
Woman translate pieces of body, mutter to oneself what it will be one, sleep on, pass by also. The man is listening to woman's fragrant and sweet sound of snoring, can't bear to shout. Sat in front of the bed, saw tables, and then saw women, and then saw tables. But the woman bounced from bed suddenly, saw tables, wore the clothes and got up in a hurry, constantly complained about in the mouth, late, why do not you wake me up? He passes congee and salted vegetables over: No hurry, have time, drank the porridge first.
The porridge is the congee, do not add red date with the lotus seeds with the longan. Such porridge, the woman has drunk for 5 years. When the man marries woman, the family has no money to put the wine drunk at wedding feast, two people just put the bedding together, become a family. At newly-married night, the man carries over a bowl of congee, white jade-like stone lustrous and transparent congee, is suffused with the glittering light under the light. The man says: "You do not have good stomach, drink more congee, nourish the stomach. " Woman drink, fragrant simple and elegant porridge, warm to it presses cards to be not merely a stomach, have hearts.
They go to work in the same factory, woman's long-term morning shift, man's long-term night shift. The man comes off duty at 4 o'clock before dawn, the woman goes to work at half past 5 in the morning. The time that they stay together, but more than one hour short. Man's first thing after coming off duty, just light a fire, add the pan. The man will only boil the congee, their economic situation, only permit him to boil a bowl of congee too. One bowl of such congee, nourish the woman to have rosy cheeks, spoil U.S.A. such as flower.
Later, the factory was ineffective, the man was laid off, but day must pass. The man takes out meagre savings, the woman has sold the gold finger-ring that mother left to her, have pooled money, has opened a grocery. One bowl, one swab, one kettle, profit but how much, the man makes very diligently. The woman has come off duty, is coming to help to take care of the shop too. When there are no people, man and woman, sit in the middle of the wooden dipper basin of piles of bowls, hope happily.
The man says: "Wait for getting rich, we turn on everywhere chain store. " The woman says: "At that time, I did not go to work, am making some changes for you to cook the good food at home everyday. " The man says: "Nowhere make with you still, want to take something, we eat at hotel directly. " The woman acts like a child, " no, I want to eat the congee that you boiled "The man pulls the woman's shoulder into one's arm, eyes are hot.
The man still gets up on time at 20 past 4 every morning, light a fire and boil the porridge. Calculating the goods lacked in store while enduring. Sometimes it divert attention, the intersection of porridge and burnt pots of ins and outs; Sometimes too tired to type pieces of doze, porridge overflow pan. Woman get up one morning, porridge at the stove pout, look through spray bubbled, sleep exactly fragrantly at the knee the first fu in man. The woman embraces the man's head gently, the heart, aches involving. Since then, the woman has refused men and boiled the porridge for her firmly. Her man, is really too tired.
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