May Day holiday, husband again outside training, a person at home, lazy to cook, naturally think of return to the family to wipe rice.
When I woke up, I found that breakfast was already on the table. I hurried to wash my breakfast in a hurry, and sat down at the table to enjoy my breakfast.
A bowl of thick rice porridge, which has been hung for a while, is seen with a thick layer of porridge, which is said to be the most common. My stomach was fragile from a young age. I had a severe gastroenteritis before I went out of the cabinet. I had surgery and lay in hospital for a long time. My parents were so worried about my body that I could make a diet that was suitable for the weak of the spleen and stomach, and put me up to ten pounds in a year. I squirmed a mouth with his parents in pettish, clamouring for weight loss, old mama always smiling without a word, and my dad always said you this small plate is as thin as a monkey, where need to lose weight, you this long pieces of meat is not easy. I am always unconvinced to answer a sentence, now can all pay attention to bone feeling beautiful, too fat to marry to go out how to do? My father would solemnly tell me that our daughter is not too late to find an object when she is thirty years old. I always feel warm in my heart, but my nose is sour. Probably only his own father is the one who thinks his daughter is the most perfect girl in the world.
Thoughts flutter, and a spoon of porridge is sent into the mouth, thick, the temperature is just right. The saliva and rice grain have a chemical reaction, silk sweet, refreshing. Since childhood, I have been a sweet tooth, and when I was a child, I was weak and would not eat well. Every time I drank porridge, my parents would add a few spoonfuls of sugar to my small bowl to promote my appetite. Since then, I have been in the habit of eating porridge for breakfast, and I always look forward to the steaming bowl of rice porridge and the Fried eggs of my father.
I always think that dad has a pair of magic hands, a small poached egg can also be Fried in different patterns according to personal preference. I like to eat inside and outside is tender sweet yellow egg, uncle and uncle likes to eat protein not to be burnt but egg yolk is the lotus egg of ripe and transparent, mother likes to eat outside of jiao crisp inside the yolk is the lotus egg that is half raw......... Dad can always satisfy our picky mouths, especially my little cat. Fried sugar yolk eggs have to be used with the freshest eggs, otherwise the yolk of the half-life is easy to eat, but dad never let me down because of the red tape. But since then I have kept a mouth so that the first thing I did when I went to college was to learn how to fry my own eggs. Try again and again, still can not fry father's fire, originally this little lotus egg is the father to the daughter full of care.
Now, looking at the golden lotus egg, as if back to childhood. I can't wait to poke at the middle of the thin protein skin with chopsticks, the mouth immediately put together to call a mouthful of sugar yellow, the feeling of fishy sweet to stimulate taste bud, still is more than a decade ago taste. Like the unchanging lotus eggs of the past three decades, my father's love for me has been three decades. No matter is the baby in swaddling clothes, I still now I myself have also been married and have children, in my father's eyes, I always is a child, is always the early in the morning after waking up to the parents to prepare a bowl of porridge, white a poached egg little daughter.
Looking at the back of my father in the kitchen, he was not as tall and erect as he was in his childhood, his dark arm, his back bent, his silver hair. The sour feeling surged up again. In years of age, my father has entered the year of destiny. The fatherly love is implicit and deep, the affectionate love of the calf will not show easily, but silently dedicating to his own children. Father's day will come, and I sincerely say to my dad: "dad I love you, daddy you worked hard!"