They lived for more than ten years in the kitchen is spotless, the refrigerator in addition to fruit is masks and milk, buy back the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar are not open on the expiration date. They get up in the morning and go out, and come back at night and go to bed, and they are fulfilling their official duties, and after that, they are sleeping back to back.
The in-laws bring their own food, rice, oil and salt every time they come, and the first thing they do when they arrive home is to wash and clean in the kitchen. When my father-in-law and mother-in-law came, they brought big bags of stuff directly into the kitchen, and the first thing they did was to empty the refrigerator and clean out the expired stuff.
Dalin sat at the table, said the kitchen out of the bowl is full of love; his wife nodded to pick up the conversation, the pot wafted out of the rice aroma is the most beautiful flavor of happiness.
The in-laws put a bowl of thickly flavored soup in front of the son, said in a long-winded way 'love is three meals a day, a vegetable and a meal, there is no fireworks in the marriage is always a lack of warmth.'
Mother put the colorful and fragrant stir-fried meat in front of her daughter, gently sighed: 'A family living must eat in a pot, no matter who cooks and who washes the dishes to light up the fireworks in the house.'
The couple ate their mother's flavor, said raised their hands in agreement, but in fact in order to put the kitchen fireworks up, the family's bowls are almost become disposable, he smacked her cut meat thicker than the fingertips, she blamed him for the dishes salty with salt do not want to pay like.
Not in tune with the marriage, how to do, say what is wrong, simply do not fire, are not looking for reasons to quarrel.
Dahlin said he misses the time when the children were small, when her wife was at home full-time, narrow house, there is a kind of happiness is called walking into the door of the house, someone told you that the food is hot in the pot.
Her wife also said that once the life of the chicken is full of poetry, firewood, rice, oil and salt is full of flowers, the family's happiness and warmth of joy in the steaming meals jumping.
Marriage to be polished in the two people's diamond, if you can not do two-way change, it is difficult to unify the front. From the day that Dalin's wife returned to the workplace, their lives have become each to their own, you have your circle of friends, and I have my group of comrades.
Sanmao said that if love doesn't fall into the real life of dressing, eating, sleeping, bringing up children and counting money, the marriage can't last.
The marriage of two people, if only the bed of love and refused to *** into the breakfast, all the love can not fall in the details of life, even if not divorced, will become a passer-by.
The night before the divorce, he snapped especially hard 'You really decided to be good.'
'Uh-huh!' She didn't even know if she was matching his snapping or answering his remark.
Dalin said, even the divorce is not half a quarrel, you can imagine how cold the usual life, early to become an ex-wife ex-husband is also an account of each other's feelings.
The licensee looked at them with a smile and thought it was a marriage license, they smiled at each other, together for fifteen years, on the matter of divorce the most heartfelt.
One year's winter vacation I took my son back to his grandparents' countryside home, by the way, to see a couple of deceased, Shanshan called the old Song who was running freight outside that I came, let him go home early for dinner.
Shanshan was busy in the kitchen while chatting with me: 'I'm not a good cook, I only know a few simple home-cooked dishes, usually there are guests in the house, it's Old Song who cooks, and the pickled fish and boiled beef he makes are no worse than in a restaurant. You can eat at noon, be sure to eat dinner to taste the old Song's handiwork before leaving.''
The midday dishes are garlic fried pork, ma po tofu, cold cucumber and a dish of green vegetables, dishes served on the table, the room smells. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm not going to be able to do it.
A little after the old Song to come back, Shanshan immediately hot in the pot of rice on the table, took a clean coat to him to change, handed a bowl of steaming soup, without half a bit of blame a smile: "The day is so cold plus rain, must be freezing, right! Hurry up and drink a bowl of hot soup to warm up."
"Rain plus a little colder than usual, many car owners did not go out, business more some I ran more, moving things body soon warmed up." He told her some of the interesting things he encountered, she kept giving him food, his tired face was infected by her gentle smile to reveal the light of happiness.
Old Song apologized to me and told me to make sure I had dinner before I left. Before going out, let Shanshan take a nap and then go to buy live fish back, afraid that she will hurt her hand, repeatedly urged him to wait until he came back to kill the fish. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
What is the flavor of home?
It's when you get home and she throws off her high heels and wipes off her makeup and puts on her apron, and he pulls off his tie and takes off his suit and rolls up his sleeves and dives headfirst into the kitchen. He embraced her and asked what he wanted to eat. She replied softly, as long as you do I like to eat.
A family of fireworks flavor determines the happiness index of marriage, and then the romantic love will finally fall into the trivial daily life.
The fireworks in the kitchen, the smile on the face of the lover, three meals a day, a porridge and a meal is to eat love into the stomach, from the tongue until the bottom of the heart is warm.
There is a kind of happiness is to go back to always have someone to heat the food in the pot, open the lid, full of fragrance, that is the most beautiful and warmest picture in the long life.
Mr. more than once said, every time I tied the apron to open the door to meet him home that time, is the most beautiful and beautiful, what a place of chicken hair look at each other, what is full of grease and smoke of the yellow face, are bullshit. In his eyes, I from the kitchen out of a bowl are thick, the best love, any mountain delicacies can not compare.
Since I became a full-time mother, Mr. work is also increasingly busy, basically I will not let him into the kitchen. But there is a picture I remember very clearly, when I was at work, he was at home on vacation because of a foot injury, and he was the one who cooked for half a month. He cut the shredded potatoes so evenly that he threw me straight out a few blocks, and the smell of the meat in the return pot made me salivate outside the yard.
The smell of grease all over his body was by far the most beautiful smell I've ever smelled.
We washed the dishes together, the kitchen was very narrow at that time, and when we turned around, our bodies collided with each other, which burned our hearts and honeyed our love.
The narrow kitchen is the best place to melt love and care together, each other will adjust their own beat, you like to eat spicy, she likes to eat sour, then a dish of spicy chicken and sweet and sour pork, each happy. Occasionally you feed me a mouthful of chili, I feed you a mouthful of sweet and sour pork, you spicy forehead sweating, he sour to cover his teeth, both at the same time issued a giggle of triumph and joy.
What is happier than to be so in tune that you eat together and sleep under the same blanket!
Mr. more than once said, when he retired, let me go to the square dance, he came to buy food to cook. Whether or not they are sincere, and whether or not he can do it, to be able to and love the person who never leave each other for a lifetime in itself is complete, is happy.
Love is the moment of moving, marriage is a world of long love, fireworks is a world of love seasoning.
The lover's waiting, uncooled meals, she smiled and looked at him savoring a vegetable and a meal, he was intoxicated by her knitted brows. A lifetime of marriage, what else is warmer than this picture!