After a busy day, the skeleton of the whole body seems to be gone, lying on the sofa like mud and humming, the drawing lines full of brains, long, short, curved, hidden and gradually entangled in my mind. My wife hasn't come back yet, she's busier than me, my son hasn't finished school yet, and the teacher is still instilling knowledge in his head endlessly, whether he needs it in the future or not.

Why are we so tired? There are a thousand reasons for a thousand people. As an enlightened primate, why should he play with his life when there is no shortage of food and clothing? That's what everyone else does. Do I have to do it if someone else does it? Hehe, conformity, conformity is the best.

Don't think about it, tie an apron, wash your hands and cook, you can't escape the level of eating. When the liquefied gas was ignited, I suddenly remembered that after tonight, tomorrow will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching. can't be so literary, my wife will ask: Who made you worry about your heart like this? How do you tell me to answer? Suing sù that she was just an unintentional literati riot in her spare time?

The moon didn't come out, it was blocked by dark clouds, and I don't know if it was round or not. For the first time concerned about the changes of the moon.

The shredded potatoes are fried, the spicy fried meat is out of the pot, my son's favorite egg cake is also fried, and the indicator light of the rice cooker has turned yellow. The soup has boiled, and when you taste it, you should almost celebrate.