Miss my grandma.

Grandma has been away from us for nearly 3 years, and I have changed from a teenager to a middle-aged man with beautiful hair. But the years have passed, but it is hard to erase my thoughts of my grandmother. The ancients said, "I miss my relatives twice during the festival." No, on this Laba Festival, when I picked up a bowl of Laba porridge, I thought of my grandmother again.

grandma, I really miss you! Although twenty-eight years have passed, my grandmother's voice and smile are still in my mind, and the scenes of my childhood flashed through my mind like movies. Yes, my childhood was basically spent with my grandparents. Grandma is a small foot, can't get to the ground, stays at home all her life, cooks and does housework, and is a real housewife. As long as I can remember, grandma is busy eating for a large family all year round. Whether it's spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether it's sunny or rainy, whether it's scorching sun, howling north wind and biting cold, grandma is working in the kitchen and making delicious meals for a large family. Every morning, grandma will come first. After washing in a hurry, she will go into the kitchen, light a fire in the kitchen, then add water to the pot and start cooking. By ten o'clock in the morning, grandma will make a good meal and then ask everyone to eat. After dinner, the adults went to work, and grandma began to wash dishes and rinse pots again. Then she began to wipe tables and cabinets and clean the house and yard to make the house and yard clean and tidy.

after cleaning, on a fine day, grandma forgot to have a rest, so she went to the garden in the yard to get busy, weeding, fertilizing and fighting vegetables such as Chinese cabbage, peppers and cowpeas ...

When the sun reached the western hills and the sunshine in the yard was blocked, grandma went out of the garden, forgot to wipe the sweat and drink saliva, and went into the kitchen again to start cooking dinner. When the meal was almost ready, she moved her delicate feet and swayed to the gate to wait and see. When she saw grandpa and father walk to the village entrance, she hurried back to the kitchen to finish the final process of meals as soon as possible, and then poured water into the washbasin to let grandpa and father wash their hands and faces. At the same time, she filled the bowl with rice and put it on the kitchen table and chopping board, so that mother and little sisters could serve it to everyone as soon as possible. After dinner, everyone sat on the kang or chatted at the door. Grandma began to wash dishes and rinse pots again. It was not until night fell and kerosene lamps were lit that she cleaned up the kitchen. At this time, she washed her hands, breathed a sigh of relief, went to the building and came to the kang to finish the day's work and prepare for a good rest. The next morning, she came first again, went into the kitchen and started cooking. In this way, we will send the days away day by day, end the years, help our parents and bring up our brother and sister.

the hardest part of cooking is winter and summer. My hometown is in the west of Guanzhong, at the head of Qianhe River, which borders Gansu Province. It is a remote mountainous area with high mountains, deep ditches and steep slopes, harsh natural conditions and very cold in winter. Every year in October of the lunar calendar, the cold wave in Siberia strikes from time to time, and snowflakes come unexpectedly. So my hometown will be ice and snow, and the room will be as cold as icehouse. In order to drive away the cold and keep warm, every family in my hometown lives in a kang, and there is a big brazier made of clay in front of the kang, where firewood is kept during the day, and the family will sit around the hot kang to warm themselves. It is such a cold climate that grandma is still the first to get up and cook for everyone. Mother went to help, but she was not happy. She said that her mother was too tired to work on the ground, so she had to take more rest, and she had to sew clothes and make shoes for a family. She was too busy with her work. Because a pair of hands have been soaked in swill for a long time, the skin is rough and chapped by the cold wind, and the fingers and palms are full of dense cracks, which makes them painful, so we have to bind them with stick oil, sometimes there is no stick oil, so grandma lets our children pee, and she washes them with urine. Every time I see this scene, my heart is full of sadness and discomfort. And every summer, when we enter the busy season of three summers, in order to support the summer harvest and return the grains to the warehouse, grandma gets up at three or four o'clock in the morning almost every day and starts cooking. By five or six o'clock, Gastrodia elata is bright, and she has finished the meal, and told grandpa and other adults to cut the wheat early after eating. When everyone is eating, grandma has prepared steamed buns and water for lunch (the field is too far from home, so I won't come back at noon in order to grab time to cut wheat). After everyone went to the ground after dinner, grandma didn't go to rest. As usual, she washed pots and pans, cleaned the house, did housework and tended the vegetable garden. When the sun went down and night fell, grandma began to be busy in the kitchen again, cooking dinner almost at dawn, and then sat at the gate of the courtyard and waited until everyone came back in the dark, and grandma was busy under the dim oil lamp. While everyone was washing their faces and hands, she had cooked the rice and hung it on the chopping board for everyone to eat. After taking care of everyone, grandma sat in front of the stove and had a rest while eating. Then wash the pots and bowls carefully, and get the cooking ready for tomorrow morning. At this time, it was already eleven or two o'clock in the middle of the night, and grandma dragged her tired body and moved her little feet to the upper room to sleep.

grandma is ingenious. She not only cooks well, but also enjoys a good reputation in the village, so that people in the village always send meals at home and let grandma cook. Moreover, grandma can squeeze oil, make soil alkali, make edible vinegar, make steamed buns, pillows, shoes, embroidery and so on. In a word, in my young mind, grandma is so magical and omnipotent that she can do anything, which makes me admire and envy.

now let's talk about grandma squeezing peach oil. Life was really hard at that time. Adults have more labor and less food, and they often eat the last meal without the next meal, and they can't eat meat several times a year. Grandma is also a vegetarian, and she will never be dirty all her life. And the vegetable oil (vegetable oil) at home is less, and it can't supply a catty a month. As far as I can remember, the oil in my house is a black ceramic pot. Every time I cook, I drop one or two drops, as long as it doesn't stick to the pot. When you are most miserable, just wipe the bottom of the pot with hemp oil linen. At that time, vegetable oil was squeezed by various kinds of vegetable oil seeds, such as flax, barnyard grass, rapeseed, etc., and it took a whole day to go to Guguan Street, a mountain road more than 2 miles away from the village, to climb two mountains and wade three rivers. During the busy farming season, there is no time to go to the market at all. In order to let the whole family eat vegetable oil, grandma used walnut kernels to squeeze oil herself. She first mashed the walnut kernel with a stone nest, then kneaded it into a lump by hand, put it in a crock, covered it with clean plastic cloth (oil paper), and then placed clean round stones on it. Soon, walnut oil flowed out of the bamboo pole connected to the small hole at the bottom of the crock and dripped into the black ceramic jar below. And the residue left by oil pressing, grandma cooked it in a cauldron, cooked beans, potatoes, radishes, etc. together, and made a stew, which was delicious and delicious. Now it is full of fragrance and mouth watering when I think about it. When I was a child, I really admired my grandmother. The face snakes, face rats and face tigers made by grandma during the Dragon Boat Festival are so lifelike that I can't put them down. I can't bear to play with them many times. Grandma is also a good needleworker and can embroider. When I was a child, we all used tiger and cat pillows made by grandma, and the flower insoles embroidered by grandma were under our feet, such as peony flowers and peach blossoms, which were very charming and beautiful. Grandma is wearing embroidered shoes made by herself, which are small and exquisite and very beautiful.

before I knew it, I was in tears. Grandma, your "little ancestor" really misses you. A pillar of fragrant heart pays homage to you. May you no longer suffer and be well in heaven!