Throughout the thousands of years of Chinese history, cereals have become one of the indispensable staple foods of the Chinese people since ancient times.

Because of regional differences, rice that is ripened once a year and several times a year also has its own advantages in taste.

Some rice is suitable for cooking a bowl of fragrant rice, while others are more suitable for blending with water to form a refreshing white porridge.

Rice may seem unremarkable, but humans can bring it back to life from fast cooking and slow stewing.

Rice into rice or porridge is a rebirth that makes people have an appetite.

Different from the rich aroma of rice, the fragrance of white porridge is like the air after rain, which washes away the stuffiness and makes people feel refreshed.

Especially in the scorching heat, a bowl of white porridge with half rice and half water with a few side dishes can stimulate the mouth and the tip of the tongue more than rice.

The summer in Lingzhen is particularly long, the spring and winter are as long, but no matter how cold it is, it is only a week, and the autumn is a little more stuffy than the summer.

As a result, white porridge occupies a pivotal position in Lingzhen.

At noon in the hot summer, almost every household is haunted by the fragrance of white porridge.

The grains of rice float and sink on the clear water, and the sleek outline gradually blooms a little lace before the fire is extinguished.

At this time, the integrity of the rice grains is the best, not hard or glutinous, and the taste is maintained without losing nutrition.

As soon as the lid is opened, the steam disperses in the air.

People under the scorching sun unconsciously quickened their pace to go home when they smelled it—the white porridge at home must have been dried.

Tang Qian woke up with a kick, and first smelled the smell of white porridge in his nose.

"I'm crazy, I still want to eat at this time. She thought she had retained her sense of smell for white rice before she died, "but it smells like porridge, not rice." ”

She looked at the dark rectangular wooden shelves, four horizontal shelves supporting the slightly yellowed mosquito nets, and a small ceiling fan hanging from the middle shelf.

Although the ceiling fan is small, it is turning rapidly, blowing a cool breeze.

In the sound of the small fan buzzing, Tang Qian strangely felt an unprecedented tranquility.

This scene is familiar—this bed, this little ceiling fan......

She sat up and realized that she was wearing a short T-shirt and baggy shorts.

There was also a large wooden bed, perpendicular to hers, and a small square space at the intersection of the two beds, where an old-fashioned sewing machine was placed.

Tang Qian sat on the edge of the bed a little overwhelmed, looking at the big wooden wardrobe placed against the wall at the end of the big bed - the wardrobe originally had a layer of pale cyan skin, and then the skin cracked.

On the top of the wardrobe was a suitcase with a red suede iron edge, and the gold trim plated on the iron edge was also miserably peeled off, and the surface of the buckle was somewhat rusty.

These were her mother's dowry back then!

This is where she used to be!

Tang Qian looked at Yiqiē in front of him in surprise, and the surprise in his heart came one after another.

She hurriedly put on the sandals beside the bed, and picked up the mirror on a desk at the end of her bed—the mirror was a young girl full of youthful vitality, clear almond eyes, skin without a trace of wrinkles, small ruddy lips, and a pretty nose......

"What's going on?Dreaming?Replay of the montage before death?!"

Tang Qian raised her hands in disbelief, these hands were thin and tender, and the green stalks on the back of her hands only saw a light cyan line, which was completely different styles from her previous thick hands with protruding green muscles.

But she clearly knows that she once had such a pair of good-looking hands!

She walked out of the room, and between the two chairs with iron rods and wooden armrests in the hall, there was a glass-topped and iron-bottomed coffee table, on which were several glasses, and at the bottom of the coffee table was a crimson thermos pot with several large camellia flowers printed on it.

A TV cabinet about an arm's width apart, with a cabinet with double doors on the ground floor, a 21-inch TV with a large ass in the middle of the hollowed-out floor, and a cabinet with transparent sliding doors on the upper floor, which contains some books.

Her eyes were moist, and she muttered at the familiar Yiqiē: "If this is a dream, then I will never wake up for the rest of my life." ”

This is clearly her home!

According to neighbors, her dad left home when she was very young, and he used to be a teacher.

He left her and her mother only a bungalow divided by the school, and it disappeared for thirty or forty years.

She hated this father she had never met, and hated her for leaving herself and her mother behind, and suffering so much in vain.

And her mother often told her, "Your dad is the best man in the world." ”

The hall door was on her right, and when she walked out, there was a small courtyard of about ten square meters, which was covered with star-skin iron, but left a rectangular patio.

There was a tap under the patio that she and her mother used to hold water for laundry.

Yes, in the era when other families used household appliances such as refrigerators and washing machines, her family still washed clothes by hand.

And her mother never let her do housework in order to let her study hard.

Now she was facing the door of the house, with the kitchen entrance to her left, and a round wooden dining table and a wooden cabinet about her height.

On the opposite side of the cabinet is a right-angled cement table with pots and pots, a single-stove stove, and a shovel and a large spoon hanging from the wall.

The place where there was originally a big stove was bulldozed and became a flat ground the size of a bathtub, and my mother usually took a few basins and squatted there to wash vegetables.

A slightly blessed figure was carrying one pot and pouring hot white porridge into another, and the pot containing the white porridge was then placed in a large basin with cold water.

Tang Qian poked at the kitchen door like a tree, like a mute with strong expressions*, many words wanted to say but didn't know where to start - this is her mother's usual practice, so to cool down the white porridge, not only can make the white porridge quickly and easily eat, but also maintain the current taste of the rice grains, and will not continue to absorb water and become glutinous so that the rice soup loses its original freshness.

She twisted the hem of her clothes into a handful of dried vegetables with her hands at her sides, and after twisting herself several times, she finally decided that she was not dreaming.

Finally, she covered her face and squatted at the kitchen door and cried: "It's back...... It's back...... Came back......"

"Coriander?" the long-lost call successfully stopped the tears of Tang Qian, who was crying like a dog.

She stood up with tears on her face, and her voice was almost out of tune: "Mom?!"

Mommy is still there!

Lin Huimin was about to wash the pot and stir-fry, and just reached for the Jiwei shrimp that were jumping in the plastic bag filled with water, when she turned around and saw her daughter crying so much that she couldn't find the north.

Before she could ask why, her daughter threw herself in her arms and cried.

While crying, he shouted, "Mom...... Woowoo...... Mom...... It's back...... Came back......"

Lin Huimin threw the basket aside and patted her daughter's back gently: "Don't cry, mom will go out to buy vegetables for a while." Why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry......"

Tang Qian cried so much that he almost lost his strength before he stopped, and his shoulders were still twitching and he couldn't stop.

Lin Huimin worriedly helped her to the hall in a sack-dragging posture, pressed her on a chair, and thought about whether her daughter had hit an evil or something.

Tang Qian finally came out of breath, and felt that this behavior was too abnormal, so he quickly found a reason: "Mom, you don't know, I just had a terrible dream, and I was scared to death!"

Lin Huimin couldn't help but laugh and touched her daughter's dog head to comfort: "Silly you, crying like a donkey, hungry, I'll finish frying the two dishes, and wait for the nightmare to eat the porridge, and it will be lucky!"

Listening to all kinds of animal nicknames, it's really my own mother!

Tang Qian wiped her tears with the back of her hand and bounced up: "I'll do it!"

Lin Huimin stopped as usual: "Your hand is to hold the pen, don't touch the housework! The college entrance examination has just been over for a week, you take a break." ”

was shocked by a large amount of information all of a sudden, and Tang Qian heard the long-standing word "college entrance examination", and added another taste to his heart.

But I quickly adjusted it - it turned out that I had just finished the college entrance examination! Great! It was still a month before my mother's accident!

Bad things haven't happened yet!

Tang Qian couldn't help but press her mother on the chair: "I'm resting again to grow mushrooms!

Lin Huimin looked at her sensible daughter with relief, thinking that it was rare for this child to have this heart, and waved her hand: "Cheng! Look at the ignition and oil, don't blow up your claws." ”

Tang Qian winked mischievously at her mother: "Isn't that just to make you a braised phoenix claw!"

Her mother was moved and shy and slapped her daughter on the head: "Bear child!"

Tang Qian walked into the kitchen with a basket of vegetables, wrapped a familiar floral apron and crossed his waist for a while.

Since God has let her come back, she will definitely not waste this precious opportunity!

She must let her mother live a healthy life, not repeat the mistakes of her previous life, and let her mother live a good life!

She plucked a colander from the wall, took an empty basin, poured the shrimp onto the colander, rinsed it on the faucet a few times, and set it aside.

Lingzhen is in the coastal area, the color of the shrimp is transparent, with her many years of experience, this must have just been caught in the morning, not feed shrimp, the fishy smell of Jiwei shrimp is not heavy, and there is no need to wash too much.

She turned her head and thought about it, and said to Lin Huizhen, who was not at ease following behind: "Mom, I'll make you a boiled shrimp!"

Lin Huimin's heart suddenly relaxed: "It's done!" That way she doesn't have to worry about the kitchen being blown up.

Tang Qian thought that the base shrimp was soft in flesh, the shell was thin, fatty, tender and delicious, and it was delicious no matter how it was done, among which blanching could best maintain its umami.

She put the washed pot on the stove, put the water, and turned on the fire.

The cutting board had already been set up, she cut a slice of ginger, glued a few green onions, turned over a few green onions, tied a knot neatly, and threw them into the water together.

Lin Huimin looked dumbfounded: "Yes!

Tang Qian shook her not-so-long bangs very arrogantly: "Mom, I watch you cook every day, I haven't eaten pork and seen pigs walk!"

In her mother's eyes, she was still a child who had never cooked, and she had to find a good reason. But her mother is so confused, not afraid.

Lin Huimin pulled a chair and sat down next to her, and calmly said to her daughter: "How can you talk, Mom is still walking as a pig when she stir-fries?"

Tang Qian walked to the kitchen cabinet and opened it, and turned out a jar of peanuts from memory and poured a small bowl.

While waiting for the water to boil, she quickly cut the minced ginger, garlic and chopped green onions, and could pick up the words neatly: "Hey, Mom, that means, you just need to understand the spirit." ”

Lin Huimin was not at ease in the end, stared at the pot for a while, and pointed to the pot: "It's boiling, the water is boiling." ”

Add a small spoonful of salt to the boiling water, and pour in a small half spoon of cooking wine.

Finally, she poured the shrimp into it and watched as the shrimp slowly bent and bent into an alluring pale red.

Lin Huimin walked over and took a look: "It's almost, don't cook it too old, the meat is not fresh." ”

Tang Qian scooped up all the shrimp with a spoonful: "Obey! Chef Lin!"

Lin Huimin looked at her neat daughter with mixed feelings: "...... Did you practice while I was in the store at night?"

Tang Qian thought that it would be too fake to pretend again, so she had to stick out her tongue: "There is a lot of pressure to study, I will find something to relax." ”

Lin Huimin didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy, so he nodded silently.

After all, the single stove is troublesome, the soup coriander poured the water, washed and wiped dry, the fire, dripped a circle of oil, minced ginger and garlic, stir-fry, the spicy ginger and garlic were neutralized by the green onion, and the garlic fragrance rose.

She poured in a tablespoon of soy sauce, a few drops of cooking wine, sprinkled some sugar, a little vinegar, and lowered the heat, and after a while the sugar melted, and the sauce was divided into two small plates by her.

Lin Huimin set up a platform in the small courtyard, pushed out the old seat fan from the hall, plugged in the electricity and faced the position of the stage.

When she set the dishes and chopsticks, the smell of roasted peanuts came from the kitchen.

When she walked in, she saw her daughter putting peanuts on the plate and muttered, "It's still too hot, wait until it's a little cooler and sprinkle salt." ”

She tasted one silently, the crispy peanut conveyed the aroma of the kernel between her teeth, not burnt or raw, and there was still a lingering fragrance in her throat after eating one.

The temperature of the white porridge was just right, and the soup coriander took a big gulp of the rice soup into his mouth, and a stream of sweetness was injected into his throat, relieving the torture of the scorching heat on his throat.

She said "ah" comfortably, put a few peanuts into her mouth, listened to the crunchy sound in her mouth, and suddenly felt that this was the happiest thing.

Lin Huimin peeled a few shrimps and put them all into her daughter's bowl, and the soup coriander took half of it back: "Mom, don't patronize me, you can eat it too." ”

Lin Huimin smiled happily, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also appeared deeper, which made Tang Qian feel uncomfortable for a while.

Afraid that she would cry again, she turned and went back to the kitchen to get salt.

Lin Huimin picked up the shrimp, dipped it in her daughter's special sauce, and gently took a small bite - the deliciousness of the shrimp was sweetened by the sauce, and I felt that it was a great enjoyment for the taste buds after just one bite.

She was a little incredulous, she didn't stick to the sauce, so she ate another bite, the unique freshness of Jiwei shrimp filled her mouth, and the meat was soft and smooth, so she couldn't help but take a few big mouthfuls of white porridge!

Take the salt from the soup, sprinkle it evenly on the peanuts, and then throw one into your mouth, and the fragrance of the peanuts is brought into full play.

She ate a few more in a row: "Mom, this shrimp is as thick as a thumb, isn't it cheap?"

Lin Huimin came back from the impact of taste: "Hey, your uncle came back from the sea today, and he caught a lot, knowing that you like to eat shrimp, so he will share my bag." If we didn't have a refrigerator, he would have given more. ”

These words reminded Tang Qian of another incident - before her mother's accident, when her uncle went out to sea to fish, the boat ran aground, the fishing net was torn, and the boat was broken.

The fishermen go to sea every year in those months, and the cost of each trip is quite large, and this time the uncle who was already financially strapped was devastated, and then even the aunt ran away, and the uncle couldn't cheer up later, and he was also dipped in alcohol, and he drank heavily.

Lingzhen was originally a small place, and after this incident, everyone said behind their backs that their mother's maiden family had a problem with feng shui, and the other half of their lives were destined to run away.

Before Tang Qian was reborn, his uncle's stomach and liver were no longer good, that is, he counted the days and waited for the day he was buried.

Tang Qian thought about it for a while, and now she had an idea, she asked casually: "When will my uncle go to sea again?"

Lin Huimin couldn't stop eating her daughter's fried peanuts, and said vaguely: "It's half a month later." ”

Tang Qian said: "Then you can tell me then." ”

Lin Huimin was curious: "What, you also want to go to sea with you?"

Tang Qian smiled mysteriously: "I'll tell you then!"