Grandma's eight-treasure porridge has many ingredients.

Remember that advertisement? "Grandma, what's that smell?" "The smell of love!" Yes, this is an advertisement for eight-treasure porridge. My grandma's eight-treasure porridge is full of the sweet and deep taste of love.

"Grandma, what are you cooking for me tonight?" "Good granddaughter, will grandma make you sweet eight-treasure porridge?" "hmm." When I was a child, this conversation always appeared at the moment before eating.

It was raining heavily at that time, and it was time for lunch soon. The familiar conversation was reminded again, "Grandma, what are you going to do?" "Good granddaughter, you have an exam this afternoon, and grandma will make you eight-treasure porridge, but you must work hard during the exam." "well! Certainly. "

It is still raining. At the moment, grandma is preparing to make eight-treasure porridge, shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the living room-preparing materials. "Soybeans, red dates, rice, barley, brown sugar ..." "Well, we're all here, and then we'll go to wash rice." Grandma is still mumbling. "Well, finally all ready. Wait here. Grandma cooks eight-treasure porridge for you. Just for a while. " Say that finish, grandma walked to the kitchen with an umbrella in one hand and prepared materials in the other. composition

After a while, grandma came to the living room with a bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge. "Good granddaughter, grandma did it for you. Come and drink while it's hot! " At this time, the rain seems to be heavier than before, and there is more blood and water on the ground. Grandma suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground. Because there was water on the road, it was too slippery, and the bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge spilled on her hand ... I quickly ran out and squatted next to her, shouting "grandma, grandma!" " I tried to pull my grandmother up, but she couldn't get up because she hurt her waist. It's raining, and the rain hits her bit by bit. Looking at her sad appearance, I cried helplessly, so I quickly called my father. ...

Grandma was carried to bed. At this time, she did not forget to say, "Dear granddaughter, the eight-treasure porridge is ready. Drink it while it's hot. There is an exam in the afternoon. " composition

Later, when I grew up and lived with my parents, I seldom drank the eight-treasure porridge cooked by my grandmother. Sometimes when I am greedy, my mother will make me some sweet and thick, but something seems to be missing. Oh! It turns out that it doesn't have that kind of strong love!