A woman walked around the stove.

There are three meals a day at work, and breakfast is very simple. Sometimes I prepare semi-finished products with my husband the night before, and sometimes I go out to buy some ready-made ones when I don't have time. Porridge, steamed stuffed bun, noodles, fried dumpling, fried rice, jiaozi, etc. , take turns. Time is precious in the morning. Teacher Wang is diligent and will make overall arrangements to save time. My little daughter and I are always slower than him. Therefore, the responsibility of making breakfast was contracted to Mr. Wang; Eating Chinese food in the school cafeteria, what to eat, not half distracted; Before dinner, my husband and I cook together after work. Later, because I changed schools and got off work later than my husband, I naturally gave my husband dinner. Women who are liberated from the kitchen table at ordinary times only care about their own meals except on weekends, and no longer worry about what to buy for cooking. The whole shopkeeper is really laid back!

Sadly, when the holiday came, my husband went back to his hometown to accompany his mother-in-law, and I changed from a fairy to a fireworks girl. Three meals a day, walking around the kitchen table all day, and taking care of my little girl's appetite are quite nerve-racking and hard. In addition, during the Chinese New Year, my mother is a person with a strong sense of ceremony. She has an old tradition, whether she eats or not. As a result, I can't be idle every day!

Chinese New Year's dishes are always full of oil and water. No matter how tempting the chicken, duck and fish are, they are too lazy to throw away chopsticks. They always want something light and refreshing. The Spring Festival is catching up with beginning of spring, and the festival solar terms are spent together. No matter where I go, I can't forget my mother's old tradition, that is, beginning of spring will give everyone a piece of radish this day. When I was in my hometown, I didn't even let go of the water tank at home, but I also threw a few pieces into it, saying it was a plague. Now living in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no water tank, and eating radish in the water tank is free, but we are still the same. However, a plate of shredded green radish, sprinkled with some sugar, made it crisp, watery and My Sweetie, but it became "table red". At the end of the meal, even the soup was drunk.

It rained for several days, and people were trapped in the room, which made my fireworks girl more and more difficult. There is also an orange pumpkin in the refrigerator. I want to steam pumpkin steamed bread, but my little girl says it's delicious with garlic and egg sauce. Well, although I feel the same way, it is still unknown whether this little garlic has it. Because this small garlic is not a small garlic that can be seen everywhere in the supermarket, but a small root garlic that grows in the wild, with roots like garlic and leaves like onions. I pulled it out in the nearby green belt earlier, and I saw a few scattered trees on my way to the supermarket that day. It's hard to say whether eating once is enough. However, in order to satisfy my appetite, I went out with a bag on my back in the drizzle.

My little girl always says that I have a natural sensitivity to small garlic, which seems to be true, because the small garlic growing in the green belt has clusters of slender leaves like slender grass, which most people can't find at all. However, it is really not difficult for me, a "second-class" who is super sensitive in the eyes of little girls. I stood at a distance and scanned this small piece of green land carefully with my eyes like a scanner. Suddenly, I found the slender and tall leaves sticking out of the grass. Nine times out of ten, I can't be wrong. That must be what I'm looking for. So he strode forward, grabbed the root with his right hand and tried to pull it down. Because it has rained for several days and the land is soft, we can often pull garlic together as we like, because this is the best part. Of course, if I raise its newborn "children", I will send them back to the soil carefully without hesitation, expecting them to continue to grow. Otherwise, the fish will never be eaten again, and the water will last forever. The same is true of pulling out garlic.

It's raining in Mao Mao, and everyone around us is in a hurry. Only I wander around the world, looking for my prey. Occasionally, a curious old aunt passed by, bent over to see what was in my hand, and everyone smiled and shook their heads and left. I don't care about their eyes. What occupies my mind at this moment is: where is the next garlic? I'm not afraid of your jokes. Sometimes people are so worthless to satisfy their appetite, hehe.

The bag was gradually full, and I went home with a heavy harvest. I was worried about not having enough to eat, but now it seems that eating three meals is not a problem. My little girl is even more excited when she sees it. She can do whatever she wants, and she is extremely happy.

With garlic, I began to steam pumpkins, mix noodles, mix noodles, pick garlic, cut vegetables and wash vegetables. I walked around the kitchen table for three hours in a row. If I went out to pull garlic for two hours, it would be more than five hours. So I sighed: It's really not easy to be a fireworks girl who turns around the kitchen table. Only when you are there can you appreciate the taste. However, seeing that my little girl ate two steamed stuffed buns with garlic and egg sauce in one breath at dinner, I think the big project that took more than five hours was worthwhile.

I remember watching the news the other day. In the hometown of Confucius in the north, the guests who come home for the New Year are always busy women in the kitchen. Rich dishes are served together and eaten together. Except for male elders, women who walk around in the kitchen with pots and pans are not qualified to serve. She will wait on the side and wait for the guests to leave before eating leftovers or eating casually in the kitchen. Euphemistically called: etiquette. This picture was the same in my hometown in the north many years ago. Outside men, inside women, except the cooks in restaurants, women are always around the pot. Men are eating cold and sour at home, while women are working in the fields outside the hospital, feeding pigs and chickens in the hospital and cooking. They are so busy patting their heads all day long that they are far less diligent than men who do something outside. Therefore, as the old saying goes, "A daughter-in-law makes a woman many years later", I don't know how many women's hearts and tears have been poked.

However, fortunately, the concept of hometown has improved rapidly, or perhaps it is because there are more men than women. Nowadays, women are precious, loved by men and hurt by their mother-in-law. Without the old habit of not letting guests serve, women's family status has finally changed.

Who often lives with fireworks, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea? Who can hang himself with a mouthful of fairy gas? Therefore, people who eat human fireworks should always be grateful to the woman who is willing to change the pot for you. She is the one who is willing to pay for you and has no regrets. She is your real "fairy", forever!

Yes, that's right, forever!

Pay tribute to the woman walking around the pot!