Chapter 1231: Bond (60)

Hedgehog Love: The Bond (Varu Alan)

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If you cover it up with a lot of other dishes, it won't be unforgettable. So the amount of other dishes is relatively small, but it is also a full table, and there is a lot left.

If her mother's relatives are picky, it is understandable, it is her father's own, why does she feel that she can't get over the face?

Dad's stewed chicken soup, my husband only took it to the office the next day and gave it to his colleagues after heating it in the microwave, and he is still praising it (you can imagine how delicious it is). He also said that his daughter should have a inheritance, and she would make a pot to taste it when she wanted.

I couldn't control the heat, so I had to simmer for another hour or two before I could nibble on it. The point is that the chicken that Dad made the soup that day was home-raised. The local chicken that my father bought was also different from what we bought, it was a very fresh kind, and I couldn't pick it out.

As long as I don't buy dead broilers, it's good.

I don't really care about learning to cook authentic meat dishes, I think I'm suitable for cultivating the "three flavors of the boat". That is, during the 90 days of retreat, you have to keep chanting the Buddha for 24 hours, and when you are too tired, you can only rest on the rope for a while, and you can't have a trace of drowsiness.

It's just that I don't know what the need is for this, will it be a nervous breakdown? At least two hours of napping, right? When a koala sleeps for 22 hours, it stays awake for two hours, and that's called a retreat.

When I say I'm suitable, I just don't feel bad if I don't go out of the house for 90 days, and I really don't know what will happen if I don't sleep for 90 days.

Although my husband claims to be a master of the void, he never cultivates any wishes. And he said that because I am a Bodhisattva, he is a monk who worships the Bodhisattva, and his Dharma name is "Emptiness"... Ahaha...

The Buddhist scriptures say that to become a Buddha, one must practice ten kinds of vows, which are: paying homage to the Buddhas, praising the Buddhas, making offerings, repenting of karma, rejoicing in merits, turning to FaLun, inviting the Buddha to live in the world, always following the Buddha's teachings, conforming to all sentient beings, and dedicating to all beings.

It is to serve sentient beings like filial piety to parents and respect teachers, make offerings to Buddhist temples, learn and spread Buddhist scriptures, etc., in short, to be a great good person, ordinary people can't do it.

These days, I have read through the Diamond Sutra, the Sutra of the Six Patriarchs, the Sutra of the Great Buddha Yan Hua and the Sutra of the Bodhisattva of the Earth, and I have felt that my mind has become much purer, and I can see everything openly.

I don't pay attention to the yellow pictures sent by strangers in QQ chats, and I don't bother to pull them into the blacklist. Those who are blessed are equally blessed, and the good answer is good, and there is no more "what about you......"; I don't bother to remind my husband to go to the festival to give gifts, and I no longer take the initiative to send a bunch of text messages to go out and join in the fun - in short, everything is bland and fine.

My husband also treats me as a new daughter-in-law every day, and even though she is pretending, she smiles happily.

The son's study is very difficult, he doesn't rest until almost two o'clock at midnight every day, and he has to get up again for four hours, and he also accompanies the prince to study during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Because almost all of those classmates had taken the first year of high school, he couldn't keep up. Now I know the harm of being greedy for fun during the holidays, so I have to rush desperately.

Although I said that I couldn't sleep well if I studied too late and couldn't understand in class the next day, my son thought very highly of himself, thinking that he only needed four hours of sleep a day like those great men and giants, so he had to go with him. It's a big deal not to grow any longer.

My husband asked me to stay up late with my son, and he went to bed early and got up early to prepare breakfast before going to work, but I couldn't stay up until midnight. It seems that the "three flavors of the boat" cannot be repaired.