When Townsend entered the house, he didn't take off his shoes, turned on the light, carried his things, and went into the kitchen.

He put the noodles and small greens on the marble countertop, but found that the sweet potato porridge he had eaten last night had not been finished. I go, do you still eat noodles?

He thought about it, and it was a pity that this porridge was poured. The people take food as the sky, and food is money. Simply, let's drink porridge.

It is said to be porridge, but it is actually sweet potato porridge. It's surprisingly simple, as simple as putting an elephant in the fridge. The first step is to wash and peel the sweet potatoes, and then, holding them in your hands, they are cut into small pieces with a kitchen knife at will, and put them in the pot; the second step is to put the pot containing the lumpy sweet potatoes with a certain amount of water, and the water is one or two centimeters higher than the sweet potatoes, and then cover them; the third step is to put them on the gas stove and light them to boil, and they are done.

It is said to be sweet potato porridge, but in fact, not a grain of rice is put in. In fact, this thing is sweet potato porridge, which is not called sweet potato porridge in N County, it is called red barley porridge. The reason why it is called porridge is because, when eating, the red barley is mashed and crushed to the size of a grain of rice.

You can also put some noodles when eating. It's not noodles that's flour, though. Then it becomes, after the fire is boiling, don't stop. It means to keep firing. That is the fourth step, take a little flour from a porcelain bowl, add water and stir into a thin paste, pour it into a boiling pot, and stir while pouring until it boils again and the batter soup is cooked.

However, four steps are more than three, and Townsend did not do it. Troublesome. If you make the batter, it tastes better than if you don't put the batter, but there is one more porcelain bowl to wash with the batter. It's all drinking, so why bother.

Townsend raised his hand to turn on the gas stove and burn it. Carrying noodles and small greens, I walked out of the kitchen and turned on the light in the living room. He was going to put the noodles and baby greens in the refrigerator and save them for tomorrow.

Oh, the refrigerator was not bought by Tang Sen and Peng Yao, but by Tang Sen's parents. The two elders heard that the young couple was coming back and would no longer go out to work in the future, so they decided to buy it. The young couple did not get married, and of course they did not organize a banquet, and even the things in the wedding room were not specially purchased.

It seems that the young ones get married, and the old ones have to do these things well. Although the two elders don't have much savings, they still have to buy what they should buy. Isn't there a usury when you get married in the countryside, you are happy when you get married, and you start crying and grabbing the land after you get married. Usury, not needed. Buy a refrigerator, and the two elders still don't need to take any loan sharks. searched and searched, stopped and stopped, and finally bought a favorite three-open refrigerator for one or two thousand yuan through acquaintances.

Thinking that during the Chinese New Year, the little granddaughter is going back to find her parents, so let's just buy an air conditioner. It's cold here, don't buy an air conditioner, the two old people are afraid of freezing the child.

After a period of searching, the two elders asked three friends and neighbors, and after publicizing it, they hung up a group purchase and bought the ideal air conditioner very satisfactorily. It's in the master bedroom, not in the second bedroom. The two elders are not stupid, they will put the two or three-year-old children alone in the second bedroom and let her sleep alone. It seems that the child is a little smaller.

Tang Sen was carrying noodles and small greens, and he hadn't had time to put them in the refrigerator yet. I didn't eat in the morning, I didn't come back to eat at noon, and I forgot to put the steamed buns I ate last night in the refrigerator. Three and a half steamed buns, shriveled and like an old lady's face. However, the surface of the steamed bun is flat and smooth, and it seems a bit exaggerated to say that it looks like an old lady's face. However, when I first bought this steamed bun, it was much more than now.

On the side of the steamed bun are the sauce that was dipped last night, and the dishes and chopsticks that have not been washed in the kitchen. Tang Sen was speechless for a moment, thinking about what he did last night, and he didn't seem to have done anything. Isn't it just a phone in your hand? Okay, it's you. Tang Sen decided to wipe out these three half-steamed buns today.

He opened the door above the refrigerator, and there was a small plastic bag of chili peppers on the three-layer glass tray. Under the three-layer glass pallet, there is a tray box with dozens of eggs inside. There were also a few small boxes on the inside of the door, which contained random things, and he didn't look closely. However, he found a small bag of salad dressing and a small bag of ketchup. Well, good stuff.

This salad dressing and ketchup were bought by Townsend himself at the supermarket. It's convenient to eat steamed buns. Fresh steamed buns are delicious and sweet, but after eating them for a long time, it seems that you need to add some sauce. Isn't life all about adding some ingredients?

He took out the two bags of sauce and closed the refrigerator door casually. He put the sauce on the table of the Eight Immortals, took the plates, and took away the dishes and chopsticks to be washed.

He walked into the kitchen, put the dishes and chopsticks to be washed into the sink, and then put three and a half steamed buns into the steamer, checked whether there was any water in the steamer, covered the pot, and put it on another gas stove. His gas stove is a double stove, which is the standard configuration of ordinary families.

Light the fire and check if the red barley porridge is ready. He wanted to stir the red barley porridge with a spoon. When I opened the lid of the pot, I found that the iron soup spoon was not in the pot at all, but was buckled in a rice bowl, dried and not washed. I'll go, Townsend lamented, his head full of black lines.

He covered the pot, picked up the dry iron soup spoon, put it under the faucet, turned on the faucet, rinsed it, and scrubbed it with iron sand and a rag. I turned off the faucet, carried the water, brought it over, lifted the lid of the pot, and put it in.

He stirred it twice, and when he found that the red barley porridge was almost ready, he turned off the fire.

The steamed buns are not good yet, do you want to stir-fry them again? Tang Sen thought about it, forget it, trouble. First, there is no extra food for him to cook; second, although it is convenient to scrambled eggs with chili peppers, it is troublesome to wash and beat eggs, and to wash and cut chili peppers. Scrambled eggs with chili peppers, turning on the hood, and washing the pot, isn't this a one-to-three? When is it over? Okay, if you can save it, don't you have salad dressing and ketchup. Well, enough is enough, so be it. Simple. Yes, apparently a bit roughly simple.

The steamed buns were hot, but Tang Sen seemed to remember something, and he seemed to have forgotten everything all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment, and smiled as if he had a little realization. The meal was ready, and I forgot to wash my hands. Wash your hands before eating. This may be the shadow of his childhood that was shouted out! At this time, he actually remembered this matter again. It seems that there is nothing to be done? I didn't do the thing of washing my hands before eating.

He stood there, to wash or not to wash? Wash, trouble. If you don't wash it, I always feel like I haven't done something, and I'm awkwardly panicked. He feels like he's a little nervous, can't he have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Okay, wash it, listen to his mother. He turned off the gas stove, lifted the lid, and placed it on the countertop, letting the water vapor flutter upwards from his temperament. He turned and went to the bathroom. It can also be said to be a toilet, or it can be said to be a shower room, it's all right, anyway, it's just one room.

He turned on the light in the bathroom and found the faucet on the sink to turn on. Wash your hands, wash your face, and look at yourself in the mirror. Alas, in fact, he is still handsome. It's a pity that time is running out, and failure is failure. This can be regarded as a low point in life. Only those who climb through the valley can really appreciate the beauty of the peak. Don't give up, don't be obsessed, have the opportunity, and rise again. Oh yes!

Townsend is a bit handsome, but he belongs to the power-type leadership type and charismatic type, not the white-faced Oba type. Because of a boss's appearance, he suffered a lot. He looks like a boss, but he is not a boss, who doesn't run him. It doesn't work to do this, it doesn't work to do that. He can only be the boss and work for himself.

Sometimes, he thinks. Some people are born to be the life of the boss, tempered thousands of times, going around and around, just to let him experience a hundred battles and move forward bravely. Longxing shoal fish and shrimp play, tiger fall Pingyang was bullied by dogs. However, the dragon is still a dragon, the tiger is still a tiger, and the boss who falls, he is still the boss. The dragon always has to go to the sky, the tiger always has to go down, and the boss always has to become an immortal.

He looked into his eyes, and fortunately, it hadn't been dried up by the storm. The eyes are the windows of the soul, he looks into his eyes, he knows his heart, never sleeping. He smiled at himself, and it saw that he was smiling.

He walked out of the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to the kitchen. He put a bowl of red barley porridge on an iron spoon for himself, put three and a half steamed buns on the plate, held the porridge in one hand and the steamed bun in the other, walked out of the kitchen, and sat on the table of the eight immortals. Of course, it can't be sitting on top of the Eight Immortals Table, but on a plastic stool next to it.

He took a sip of red barley porridge, put the bowl down, and then, he picked up a steamed bun. He broke the steamed bun from the middle, scooped a spoonful of the soy beans with a small plastic spoon in the sauce beans, and spread it out in the steamed bun. Then squeeze in the salad dressing and ketchup, close the steamed bun, and press it with the palm of your hand, like a sandwich.

He took a bite and it tasted great. It's just a delicacy in the world! A steamed bun was eaten by him one bite at a time. You can't eat a fat man in one bite, but a fat man definitely eats it one bite at a time. He didn't have the delusion to swallow the steamed bun in one gulp, it would choke. He knows the truth of eating one bite at a time, and at the same time, he also knows that "eating" is the most terrifying "word" in the world, and "wearing" is the most extravagant "waste" in the world.

In the world, if you want to say the most difficult "word", then it must be the word "raising". It is also the most selfless, warm, affectionate, most straightforward, most romantic, most caring, bravest, kindest and most sincere "word" in the world. What kind of words can we think of to describe "raising"? In the world, everything we do is nothing more than the word "raising."

Tang Sen ate three and a half steamed buns and two bowls of red barley porridge. He cleaned up the table of the Eight Immortals, and put it wherever it should be.

In the kitchen, he discarded the bottom of the pot that he had not finished drinking, and washed and brushed the bowl and plate with the pot. I cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and if there was anything that was done, I would do it. That's it.

He walked out of the kitchen, looked at the empty room, and suddenly felt so cold and quiet.