Li Sirui stood sideways at the kitchen door, his feet cushioned, like a frightened kitten ready to run for his life.

I don't blame him for being nervous, he can't even remember the location of his kitchen for as long as he can remember.

Since being forcibly pressed to live in school by my father, although no one has said anything about it, they both have the same idea in their hearts:

The home is gone.

At that time, there was a wandering singer who sang: ...... The children who left home were wandering outside, without the good clothes and the smoke......

The teenager Li Sirui carried his schoolbag on his back, panicking like a stray cat dragging his tail cautiously all day long. At any time, he hunched his back in horror and wandered through the streets and alleys, and every time his ears were filled with this song, he was very disdainful and pressed the corners of his mouth.

In the dark alley, he muttered softly: You have good clothes and good cigarettes at home.

The boy grew up day by day, looking back on the strange times when he wandered in the streets and alleys. I feel like every corner of the city is my home. And every road is full of hurried people, which is really different from the home in my heart.

Li Sirui held his schoolbag and bowed to the cat at the end of the dark alley. Imagine yourself yelling at the crowd on the road: Get out of here! Get out of my living room!

Turning around, he whispered to the stray cat that was nursing in the shadows at the bottom of the alley with its scrawny body: I'm sorry Mom, I shouldn't have screamed.

The small city under his feet watched him silently. Look at him running wildly, see him hesitating in the dark alleys, see his teary eyes, and see the expectation and dodging in his eyes.

The day I left the town, I think back to all this. He was confused and panicked, and he felt the weirdness of his cold hairs standing on end in his heart, and he also felt the melancholy of Xiaocheng and him.

He just reclined at the kitchen door, his eyes dodging to watch the clashing of pots and pans in the kitchen and the graceful back of his apron.

The hair was repeatedly stroked back by the slender jade hand, and it began to look a little messy. He just wanted to ask if you don't have any extra hairpins to use, and the cold calf was hugged by a small body.

He bent down and picked her up, just as he had carefully bent down to pick up the little milk cat. The mind is jumbled up:

I'm hugging you now, will your mother be like the cat mother back then. Since then, I will no longer breastfeed you, and I will take you out like air for a long distance and then stagger away?

There was a "giggling" laugh in his arms. The child's voice, which was as crisp as a jade plate, asked him: Uncle, what are you doing here?

I? Of course I'm watching my mom cook.

Why watch mom cook?

That's because my uncle also likes to cook.

Uncle, do you know how to cook?

Well, I especially want to learn how to cook. What about you, Tongtong? Do you want to learn?

I couldn't learn it, so my mother said she would teach me when I was as tall as the stove.

Wow, I envy you. So when will you grow as tall as the stove?

Soon, when I learned how to cook for my mother and my uncle.

Well, my uncle can't wait for that day.

The range hood didn't seem to have a good suction function, and the woman at the stove was so smoked that she wiped her eyes. Turned around and said you two don't mess with me here, go play and I'll be fine soon.

Li Sirui's stomach was rumbling and screaming, but the chopsticks stopped stiffly on the plate of tomato scrambled eggs.

Sister Jing stroked her hair and said, Do you remember the tomatoes we ate when we were children? At that time, tomatoes were soft, sandy and sweet, sweet and sour to be precise. Tear a red tomato and wipe your clothes, and you can immediately sacrifice to the temple of the five organs......

Li Sirui looked into her eyes and whispered very seriously, isn't it an industrial society now. Those unscrupulous merchants in order to facilitate long-distance transportation. I keep improving the tomatoes and improving them to this ghostly look.

It looks red. But it's hard, you can use it to smash walnuts! It has nothing to do with your cooking skills.

Sister Jing was relieved, relaxed and said with a smile. No, it's not going to be fried all the time. I was in a hurry and added so much ketchup to it. Tomato sauce is added too much. I'm afraid that the two of you will feel sour, and you will accidentally add a lot of sugar. So......

Li Sirui stiffened his head, kept picking up the plate with his hands without squinting, and began to pull the tomato sauce into the bowl.

While pulling it, he smiled and said, Tong Tong, you are busy growing your body. You have to eat more meat, eat more meat so that you can grow as tall as the stove sooner.

Before the ketchup could reach her throat, Tong Tong obediently pulled a piece of braised pork ribs into her bowl with her spoon. Then he took out the posture of the tiger going down the mountain and bit the meat on the ribs, and then saw her little face wrinkled into a walnut.

Mom was so anxious to put down the dishes and chopsticks, and asked repeatedly: What's wrong with the baby? Is it hard to eat, baby?

The baby's wrinkled face into walnuts slowed down for a long time, grabbed the spoon and said, "Mom, salty."

Li Sirui raised his left hand and interrupted his mother's speech. I was confident and said let's get a potato for the next meal, peel the skin, put it in and boil it, and after boiling, it will not be salty. It's okay, the meat will be eaten at the next meal, and my uncle will give you a chopstick and green vegetables.

Underneath the chopsticks, the amber greens don't seem to have changed color.

Sister Jing let out a long sigh. Put down the chopsticks and say, okay, since you can see it, then I will take the initiative to confess. We rarely cook and eat, and it's not right, we rarely cook raw ingredients to eat.

So weird? So what do you usually ......?

It is to buy cooked food and come back to process more, and occasionally we go out to eat.

Is there any cooked food with vegetables? I mean......

Oh, don't hold on to these details, usually children eat in kindergarten, and the nutrition is very balanced. I work in the company to deal with food, and when I go home, what is the problem of occasionally eating semi-finished products?

"No, I think your rice is really well cooked!" Seeing Sister Jing's face flushed, she was ready to break the can. Li Sirui hurriedly interrupted her: "What I said is sincere, okay?" Give me a rice cooker and I don't know how to put water. ”

We have a rice cooker in our dormitory, and I tried to cook rice several times without success.

Twice put too much water directly into porridge not porridge rice not rice, once the water is too little to jump after the rice grains are still distinct. The bottom is paste, and half of the rice grains on top are translucent and half are white......

I don't kid you! My classmates can testify for me. He bought the rice cooker, and since then they've been guarding me like a thief. I'm afraid that I will scrap the rice cooker in advance, so I haven't had time to do more research on the rice cooker......

You're really good, dear! You see you cook this rice. The soft and hard are moderate and the grains are distinct, and the water is just not too much and not too much.

This tastes much better than the big pot of rice in the school cafeteria.

Tsk, cooking is so good, I really don't plan to leave me a way to live.

How hard is it to learn how to stir-fry! In the future, you will be responsible for cooking, and I will learn how to stir-fry. Otherwise, I feel like I can't help myself, you know!