The rice is glutinous rice, the pot is a casserole, and the fire is a coal fire. Every morning at 4:20, the man lights the fire on time, puts water in the pot, and soaks the rice in the water. When the water boils, add rice, cook over high heat for 10 minutes, then change to warm heat and simmer slowly. The rice was jumping in the pot, and the man was bending over the fire, stirring it slowly with a spoon... Half an hour later, the man was holding a bowl of steaming white porridge in one hand and a plate of sesame oil in the other. Pickle shreds, go into the bedroom and call the woman to get up.

The woman turned over, muttered something, and fell asleep again. The man listened to the woman's sweet snoring and couldn't bear to scream anymore. Sit in front of the bed, look at the watch, then look at the woman, then look at the watch. But the woman suddenly jumped up from the bed, looked at her watch, hurriedly dressed and got up, and kept complaining, "I'm going to be late, why didn't you wake me up?" He handed over the porridge and pickles: "Don't be in a hurry, there is still time, let's get it done first" Drink the porridge.

The porridge is white porridge, without adding lotus seeds, red dates or longan. The woman has been drinking this kind of porridge for 5 years. When a man and a woman get married, the family has no money for a wedding banquet, so they just put their bedding together and become a family. On the wedding night, the man brought over a bowl of white porridge. The white rice porridge shone brightly under the lamp. The man said: "You have a bad stomach, drink more white porridge to nourish your stomach." The woman drank it. The fragrant and elegant porridge warmed not only the stomach, but also the heart.

They work in the same factory. The woman often works the early morning shift and the man often works the late night shift. Men get off work at 4 a.m. and women go to work at 5:30 a.m. The time they spent together was just over an hour. The first thing a man does after get off work is to light a fire and add pot to the pot. Men can only cook plain porridge, and their financial situation only allows him to cook a bowl of plain porridge. Just such a bowl of white porridge can nourish a woman until her face is rosy and as beautiful as a flower.

Later, the factory’s performance was not good and the man was laid off, but he still had to live a good life. The man took out his meager savings, and the woman sold the gold ring left to her by her mother, scraped together the money, and opened a grocery store. A bowl, a mop, and a kettle, the profit is only a few cents, but the man does it very carefully. The woman came to help with the shop after get off work. When no one is around, men and women sit among a pile of pots and pans, looking forward to happiness.

The man said: "When we get rich, we will open chain stores everywhere." The woman said: "At that time, I will not go to work, and I will cook delicious food for you at home every day. "The man said: "Why don't you cook it? Let's go to the restaurant to eat whatever you want." The woman said coquettishly, "No, I just want to eat the white porridge you cooked..." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders. Eyes are hot. The man still gets up on time at 4:20 every morning, lights the fire and makes porridge. While I was cooking, I was thinking about what was missing in the store. Sometimes I get distracted and the porridge boils at the bottom of the pot; sometimes I am too sleepy and take a nap, and the porridge overflows the pot. One morning, the woman got up. The porridge was simmering on the stove, and the man's head was lying on his knees, sleeping soundly. The woman gently hugged the man's head, and her heart ached with pain. From then on, the woman firmly refused to allow the man to cook porridge for her. Her man is really too tired.

The man's business was getting better and better, and by the seventh year, his chain of supermarkets was indeed open everywhere. The woman quit her job and became a full-time housewife. They bought a large split-level house with a beautifully decorated kitchen. What was missing was the smell of fireworks. Because men go home less and less to eat. He is always busy and has a lot of entertainment. Sometimes, he has to attend three or four dinner parties in one night. At the beginning, the woman also complained, but the man said: "Isn't it all for this family? Isn't it because I want you to live a better life?" Later, the woman got tired, and gradually she became accustomed to it.

The woman has not had white porridge for a long time. One day, the man was suddenly notified to attend the funeral of a friend. He wondered why everything was fine a few days ago, but today he was gone? In the funeral home, he saw his friend's widow, that elegant and beautiful woman, haggard and old overnight. She cried so hard that she kept mumbling: "Who will take me to work and pick me up from get off work in the future? Who will tie my shoes and tighten my scarf..." He choked and couldn't help but think of her and those who cooked porridge for her. In the morning, I thought of the happiness and satisfaction in her eyes when she took the bowl of porridge every day.

The man almost ran all the way home. When he opened the door, he saw the woman curled up on the sofa and asleep. The TV is still on, the home theater is on, and the coffee table is filled with various fashion magazines. The man knelt in front of the sofa and gently brushed his hand through the woman's hair. The woman's face was gloomy, and her fine wrinkles were filled with deep loneliness.

He took a blanket to cover the woman, but the woman suddenly woke up. When she saw him, she rubbed her eyes and after confirming that it was him, a lovely blush appeared on her face. The woman stood up in a hurry, "You haven't eaten yet, I'll do it." The man hugged her from behind: "No, I'm going to do it, cook porridge." The woman didn't speak for a long time, but warm tears fell on the man's hand drop by drop.

That day, while the man was cooking porridge, he thought: In fact, all kinds of porridge are inseparable from the base of white rice porridge. And all happiness is just porridge as the base and the icing on the cake.

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