My married life is really happy, I eat and live with my parents, I go to work every day, Ye'er helps my mother take care of the housework at home, and when I get off work, Ye'er will always wait for me at that intersection。。。。。。

However, as Ye'er's pregnancy is getting longer and longer, Ye'er's body is gradually changing, becoming very fat and very edible, and her mother always says that it is not Ye'er eating alone, but two people eating. At first, I didn't understand, but Ye'er told me later in the evening that the baby in Ye'er's belly also needs to eat.

Ye'er is becoming more and more inconvenient to do housework, watching my mother work all day long for this big family, I feel that since we are married and have a family, we should no longer let our parents worry about it, especially for our three meals a day and tired. In order to increase Ye'er's nutrition during pregnancy, the mother always deliberately cooks a few dishes for Ye'er from time to time, so that the extra meals make the mother even more busy and a little overwhelmed. At this time, my mother always laughed at herself and said that she was old and not as quick as before.

I couldn't bear to see my mother working like this, and one night I discussed with Ye'er that we should simply cook and eat alone, which not only reduced the burden on my mother, but also allowed me to make some nutritious dishes that Ye'er loved to eat, because a large family eats the same pot of vegetables, and the mother has to take care of Ye'er during pregnancy, and also consider everyone's food, and the life at that time was not that rich, so it was really difficult for the mother.

My suggestion was echoed by Ye'er, and Ye'er also said that she felt really sorry for her mother when she saw that her mother had to be busy with three meals a day for our family every day, and she had to make another one for Ye'er alone. Since Ye'er and I had the same idea, I told my parents about this idea one night at dinner in front of the whole family.

Unexpectedly, my father agreed to my idea so readily.

Father said, it's okay to split up, so it can lighten your mother's burden. Grandpa said, anyway, sooner or later you have to split up, a big family together, old and young, if you want everyone to take care of it, it's really not easy, or, you choose a good day, first divide yourself out to eat for a few days and try, if not, come back.

Only my mother said worriedly, you know to move out and start a new stove, but do you know? If you want to take care of a home, is it easy to take care of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar? And are there many things that you can do? Many things are easy to say, but if you really do them, it's very difficult.

I took Ye'er's hand and said to my mother, it's okay, grandpa is right, after all, sooner or later we will have to split up, Ye'er and I just cook and eat by ourselves, and we haven't moved out, if there is anything that won't, you can ask you at any time, besides, if we really can't, we'll come back.

When my mother saw me say this, she agreed.

We chose three days later on the ninth day of the new year to start eating at our own home, and we had to prepare for a few more days. In those days, Ye'er and I were full of hope for our future life, our faces were full of joy, and our hearts seemed to be filled with honey.

Fortunately, there was already a gas stove at that time, so we didn't have to go through the hassle of needing a kitchen like my fathers did, and then building a stove out of bricks in the kitchen, we didn't have a kitchen, and we couldn't build a stove. We only have two rooms, the inner is the bedroom, the outer room is the living room, we plan to put a table near the door in the outer living room, put a double-ended gas stove on the table, buy a can of gas back, turn on the gas and set up a pot to stir-fry vegetables.

I don't know how to make rice, my mother can always make fragrant rice in a big cast-iron pot with a wood fire in the kitchen, and after eating the rice, stay in the zo

Every time we finish eating rice, we will rush to the kitchen, pick up a shovel and shovel the pot to eat, and grandpa also likes to chew a few pieces of crispy and fragrant pot after dinner. At this time, my mother always envied my grandfather for having a good tooth, and always said that her own teeth couldn't chew the pot for a long time, but my grandfather was already an eighty-year-old man, and his teeth were so good that none of them fell out.

Now I know why my grandfather's teeth are so good, and the reason why he hasn't lost a tooth at the age of eighty, it turns out that grandpa is always the only one in our family who can continue to rinse his mouth after meals for decades. Grandpa never brushed his teeth, there may have been no toothbrushes or anything like that before, even if there were, I guess grandpa couldn't afford it, but grandpa always rinsed his mouth as soon as he ate after eating, I tried it before, but I didn't stick to it after all, because I believe that brushing my teeth with toothpaste is the most scientific and hygienic method.

Now I really regret it, I didn't develop a good habit of rinsing my mouth in time after eating, always rely on toothbrush toothpaste, now my teeth have a series of horizontal small grooves, that is because of long-term hard brushing, by the toothbrush accumulated over time to rub out the traces, the root of several of my teeth has been brushed back and forth by the toothbrush for a long time, has been transparent and rotten, last time I went to the dentist, the dentist told me to brush my teeth lightly, and asked me to buy a soft-bristled toothbrush to use. Sometimes the modern so-called scientific method is not necessarily better than the traditional method, but we always blindly discard the tradition in favor of the so-called science.

I can't make rice, sometimes I help my mother to make a fire and cook, but my mother always won't let me help, and my mother says, when you learn how to make a fire, you can help me again. But if I don't believe it, I don't believe that I can't make a fire. That day, when my mother was cooking, she was called out by a neighbor to have something to do, so she hurriedly dropped her work and called me to come over and cook on the fire. In fact, the rice was almost ready, just add a few more handfuls of firewood to the stove, and my mother hurriedly called me over and over to help her, telling me over and over again, telling me to make sure that I must make a small fire, otherwise the rice will be burned.

I agreed, while stuffing firewood into the stove, the original small flame in the stove suddenly became bright, remembering my mother's advice, but the fire has been burned by me, I can't take water to extinguish it, I seem at a loss, muttering in my heart, it will be fine later, and the flame will become smaller later. However, by this time I could already smell the burnt paste of the rice, which was very bad and pungent.