Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [thousands of Flavored Hair]——my Double-sided Hot Mom

Among the languages of all ethnic groups in the world, the words with the highest pronunciation similarity are "mother", "mother" in English, mère in French, Mutter in German, мать in Russian, māter in Latin, mātā in Sanskrit...It is said to eat with us. It's similar to the pronunciation of "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
This is a warm word. When we open our eyes for the first time, the chaotic pupils focus for the first time, and what we see is the smiling face of our mother; her breast milk makes us aware of food and clothing, and we use crying to express to our mother’s breasts. From the moment we landed, her life is no longer for herself. We grow up all the way, and my mother follows along all the way. Worry may be our mother's feelings for us the most. Sacrifice may be the mother's most action for us; greatness may be the mother's most action for us...
What kind of woman is your mother, so tender? Passionate? Gentle and virtuous? Smart and capable? ...
Hehe, Xinlan's mother is a two-faced hot mom. She has the fire-like character of a Xiang girl, and she does everything in a rush, never procrastinating and talking. Her words are sharp, she is outspoken about wrong things, and never hides her; she has the tenderness of a Jiangnan girl like water, but it is hidden. Under the aura of hot mom, there is some charm that still embraces a pipa and half-hidden her face.
Mom used to be the backbone of the business in the factory. Her enthusiasm, outstanding work ability, sunny appearance, daring style, and the help of friends and fellow villagers made her unparalleled in the front line. She was appreciated by the leaders and promoted all the way.
My home is in a military factory hidden deep in the mountains. Dad works on the railway and takes two days off. It is reasonable to say that there should be plenty of time at home. But the station where my dad works is three stops away from my home. A bike to the moon and any train on the rails that goes between the two places is his means of transportation. It takes three hours to go back and forth. When my dad is at work, he is not allowed to go back. Home, he usually rushes home after the night shift, arrives at noon, and then goes out to work in the afternoon the next day. Xinlan grew up with her mother since she was a child. I am basically the same as the child of a single-parent family, and rarely get along with my dad. Because of the lack of time to get along, my father is extremely doting on me, he will meet all my requirements, and any good things he knows will be bought for me. A family is like a drama. If you have a white face, you must have a red face. Dad has taken the initiative to occupy the identity of the white face, so the red face can only be the mother who gets along with me day and night. Yan mother and loving father, do not want to live in pain.
Mother is very hard at work, but she checks Xinlan's homework every day. Although she only has a junior high school education, her mother is very serious. Any small mistake will bring a storm. Xinlan dare not be naughty, because her mother has a hot personality. If she soils her clothes due to playfulness and delays returning home, her mother will sacrifice the "family method"-washboard and "fried meat with bamboo shoots", and let him relentlessly. I'm fighting for the sky. Xinlan was afraid of her mother since she was a child. Mom is the "incarnation of the devil" and the "punisher".
Xinlan learns well under the strictness of her mother, and ranks among the top three every year. When the teacher is away, she even asks me to teach children's shoes. Because I am a typical good boy, I am a three-gang, a "Raining-style good boy", an outstanding student of the city, and a myth. I don’t need to buy stationery. The stationery rewarded in each issue is enough for my child’s paper to go to school; I am the benchmark set by every parent in the factory for the child’s paper. "You see people’s hearts are blue..." is all the rage. Educational body. Because of this, I am a thorn in the eyes of those naughty boys, who push me out, bully me, torture me, and frame me. Once, a child framed me for breaking his pulley, and the other children also made a fuss. The child's parents blamed me without knowing it. The children pushed and shoved me, verbally criticizing me. At this time, my mother appeared, and she hid me behind her like a hen guarding her cubs, making me feel warm and safe when I was trembling under the bullying. My hot mom showed her selfless love and tenderness for me with her spice and bravery.
Mother does not know how to cook, she can perfectly interpret the simplest chili fried pork into charcoal roasted pork. Xinlan eats the most lunch boxes and noodles in the cafeteria. Only when Dad is back is Xinlan's food festival, soft-shelled turtles, frogs, rice field eels, and local ducks... let the population flow. However, noodles are the main theme of Xinlan's table, because my mother sometimes gets off work late and there is no more food in the cafeteria. In fact, noodles can also be rich and colorful, but my mother only has two types-egg noodles and minced meat noodles. This is a nightmare, and to this day, Xinlan has a nausea urge to see the noodles. Suddenly one day, it was not noodles that appeared on the table, which made Xinlan ecstatic. It was a piece of minced pork fried in a thousand slices of silk. Mom was topped with her favorite chili oil, which was very tempting and delicious. "Mom, your cooking skills have greatly improved. We won't have to eat noodles anymore. You can cook!" Hot mom said disdainfully, "This is a magical horse. I will be an ant on the tree tomorrow." "Great." What about the day after tomorrow?" "Noodles." "Huh?" "From now on, there will be minced meat noodles, minced meat fans, and thousands of minced meats come in rounds, and occasionally you can have egg noodles to adjust the taste. Fortunately, these things look good. It's the same as noodles, otherwise I really don't know how to make it."...My genius hot mom, I took U. The reason for the deliciousness is that it looks like noodles, which is too nonsense.
Nowadays, my mother is old, the green silk on her head is mixed with silver hair, the once delicate figure has withered, and the eyebrows of Danfengyan willow leaves have been hung over the vicissitudes of the years. The only thing that has not changed is the still hot character, still not The craftsmanship of cooking, still hidden tenderness and love. She will care about my career in detailed rebuke, and she will take care of my life in the exhortation. Occasionally she would chat with me about the trivial matters of my childhood. The most talked about was that she gave up the opportunity for promotion for me and took the initiative to retreat from the first line to the second line. In order to better take care of me, she entered the kindergarten and followed me all the way from the small class to the middle class. From the class to the big class, on the day when I entered elementary school, I naively said to my mother: "Mom, go to the elementary school to be a teacher." Now, every time I heard it, I smiled and burst into tears, my hot mom. Ah, you gave everything you have for me, nurturing me alone, using your hidden tenderness, to accompany me through the wind and frost, so that I can grow up healthily. You are not the "incarnation of the devil" or the "punisher". Those family laws are the heartache of hating iron and steel, and those dirty clothes are torture after a hard day's work. Only now can I understand and understand. You are an angel, the angel who loves me the most in life, the most beautiful angel hot mom.
Now that my son has grown up, I also made a thousand pieces of minced meat today. Looking at my hometown, I said softly: "Mom, I love you. May you be happy and healthy forever."
Chu Ren Xinlan closed the pen with tears. "