The sharp knife cuts the flesh sores, and the evil words hurt people and hate them. ——[Song] Shi Puji "Five Lantern Huiyuan, Hongzhou Fachang Yiyu Zen Master"

That's it, I'm about to start learning and living, but I have to conquer a mountain in front of me first~ It's not about learning, it's about life problems, my mother was in her twenties when she was playing, and the man provided her with financial ability, our food was basically solved outside, so you can imagine her cooking level at that time. As mentioned earlier, my mother and I couldn't get up early at that time. The problem is that in order to take care of some families whose parents both work, the kindergarten has advanced the admission time from 8 to 7 o'clock. My mother was so sad that she sat at the table and smoked half a box of cigarettes, and she didn't come up with a clever plan to get up early to cook for me and take me to kindergarten.

In the evening, the man came back, and his mother seemed to have found the backbone, so she hurried over to discuss with him, and the man didn't think about it: "Then find a nanny, originally we were fine, but now we live with the child, plus Xiao Tao is also in our house, and we shouldn't run out to eat every day, Xiao Lu Lao told me that his little nanny is more thoughtful and worry-free, just let him introduce us to one." What do you think? Mom even claimed yes, so they watched Digimon with me in the living room, and waited until my uncle came back before going back to sleep together.

It is worth mentioning that the man's efficiency is really outstanding, and within two days, there are already more new members in the family, a girl who is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and I have forgotten what she looks like, because there is not much contact time, so I drove it away, and I will say the reason later. Maybe it was because the social class of the nanny was not high at that time, that is, it was about the same as the next person, and another, close to Zhu Zhechi, lived in the materialistic city for a period of time, and my three views changed subtly, and I probably really regarded her as a subordinate in my heart at that time. Since moving to the city, I have been on guard everywhere, I am careful to talk to the office, and the day when I will see my grandmother and aunt is far away, I miss them, but my mother said that she would not let me mention it. Now that I think about it, I thought I would send me back to see their nonsense before taking me away, I am afraid that it is a lie, a lie to my grandparents, my aunt, and even more to me. So this poor girl became my punching bag, and I was polite to everyone and had a hippie smile, but I didn't give her a good face.

On the first day she came to my house to work, she tried to make a few dishes, which were not very to my liking, and of course it was not that she made them very unpalatable, but I was surrounded by snacks at that time, and my mouth kept on and on every day. If the reader has parenting experience, you can know that once a child can't do without snacks all day long, he definitely doesn't like to eat, after all, home-cooked meals are really boring in front of potato chips and spicy strips, and the taste is the same as chewing wax. That day, I barely ate half a bowl of rice and put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran away to eat snacks, of course, I was inevitably reprimanded by my mother.

The next day, because the kindergarten was in the community, she picked me up in the evening. On the way, she asked me what kind of food I like to eat, I said anything, she didn't get an answer, so she naturally asked in the end, I had to let me say one, two, three, I carried a small schoolbag, kicked the pebbles on the road while walking, and casually said eggplant. This was the only dish my mother could make at that time, braised eggplant, and the reason was naturally that she loved to eat it.

Here's what I think of as an eggplant: braised eggplant is fried in a pan and stir-fried by cutting it vertically into small strips, then cutting it horizontally, adding minced meat, garlic, and chili peppers. As a result, the next day there was a bowl of porridge on my table, I tasted it, the taste was very light, compared to the home-cooked meals of the previous days, I barely tasted the second bite, and I actually ate eggplant, my God! At that time, I thought that porridge was only pure rice or mixed grains, and vegetable porridge was unheard of. Looking at her expectant expression, with starlight shining in her eyes, she asked me how it tasted, and I really couldn't bear to discourage her enthusiasm, who knew that if this style didn't work today, she would be able to invent something tomorrow. I nodded and said it was okay, she smiled on her face, asked me to eat more, and said that there was still a bowl in the pot, and I could eat the bowl in order to take care of her face and benevolence, so I didn't dare to compliment the steaming pot in the kitchen.

In this way, as if encouraged, she began to cook porridge for me in different ways, surrounding her specialty eggplant porridge, occasionally sweet potato porridge, and also made green vegetable porridge, but there was no serious rice porridge. Fortunately, the kindergarten starts early at noon, and I can last until I eat in the morning. I really regret that I didn't say a word about it at the time, but I can't help it, I'm a people-pleasing personality (1). I can't tell if it was this personality that allowed me to survive this family life, or whether it was because of this circumstance that I developed this character.

One day after a week or so, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I pretended that I had a stomachache in the morning and didn't eat, but I really had enough to eat, and I don't even like porridge much to this day. In the morning, she sent me to the kindergarten, as usual, until the moment before I entered the door, I was always in a dilemma, how to say it was too rude to let her go. I had already had this idea two days before that, in fact, I didn't think there was anything wrong with eating in a restaurant outside every day, and I didn't enjoy much food and clothing at that time, and I always felt that cooking at home was not as good as the craftsmanship of the chef outside. So I thought about it for a long time, but every time the words came to my mouth, I was embarrassed, I couldn't say it, I thought I'd talk about it tomorrow, but the next day it was still the same hard to say. (2) On this day, I finally became ruthless and ruthless, stomped and stomped, and gritted and bitten: "Auntie, goodbye, by the way, can you not come to my house tomorrow?" After saying that, I didn't wait for her to speak, turned around and ran into the classroom to play with my friends.

Many years later, my mother laughed and talked with me, saying that the little girl came back to my house and cried miserably. Now reflecting, it really backfired, I was entangled in her face, afraid that she would be sad so I couldn't say it for a long time, but I couldn't hold it back that day, and I actually said that work in front of the teacher who opened the door, I think she must be very ashamed, and was driven away by a 5-year-old naughty boy, so that outsiders can see the joke. I didn't want her to be so embarrassed, but when I was a child, I was still mentally shallow, and I didn't realize that even if I could think of many things, I didn't have the ability to influence the development of things.

Of course, I also received the punishment I deserved, and I also tasted the embarrassment of being wronged but unable to speak. One day after that, my mother forgot to pick me up from school because of the rise of playing mahjong. When it was time to get out of school, the children were picked up by their parents one after another, until in the end there was me and the boy left, I didn't deal with him, I played my own, and I was looking forward to my mother coming earlier than the other party's mother, "Ding Dong!" When the doorbell rang, we all looked at the door, expecting that it was our parents at the door. It was a strange lady at the door, who didn't seem to be picking me up. He got up and began to get dressed, put away his toys, and turned back to me when he left: "Haha, you are here every day, my mother said, rural people talk like that, let me not learn from you, you see, your mother is not coming to pick you up, don't want you......, slightly" His mother nodded apologetically at the teachers, and pulled him away as if he was running away.

I froze in place, thinking to myself that maybe my mom really doesn't want me anymore? After all, didn't you also throw me to my grandparents when I was a child?