Classic prose of stove

A new kitchen has been built at home, and the interior is newly decorated. The rice cooker cooks, turns on the gas stove for cooking, presses the range hood, and makes meals convenient and hygienic. However, my mother said that the cultivators have more firewood and there is no stove, so it is a pity that firewood is not wasted. Besides, the food cooked on the stove is particularly fragrant.

I couldn't beat my mother, so my father asked someone to build a small room next to the big house. The ground was covered with cement and it was clean and bright. Mother was very happy when she saw it, and asked the village gentleman to choose an auspicious day and set up the stove with his father. Father first picked a load of yellow mud, cut the straw into two inches long, mixed it in the yellow mud and stirred it with water, which was sticky. Mother watered the place where the stove was to be built with Taomi water, and told me to bring some bricks and put them aside. Father took the bricks and glued them on the mixed yellow mud, and built them one by one, while mother was in command. In a morning's work, my father and mother set up the stove and happily asked me to see it. A round flat-headed stove is simple and kind in front of us, and my mother especially likes it.

The next day, my mother cooked with the newly built stove. The first pot of vegetables was vegetables. My mother said that life should be clear and light. My father lit the fire, my mother cooked, and the stove gave off a burst of heat, a burst of fragrance and a burst of rice fragrance under the help of two old people. In a short time, the food was ready, and my mother called us to eat together. The food was well cooked and the rice was particularly fragrant. The two old people ate very sweetly and had a special taste. When I went to fill the meal, the stove was still steaming, which reminded me of my childhood.

When I was a child, my parents raised our seven children, and we built a big stove, a two-mouth pot and a vertical chimney at home. Every morning at dawn, my mother gets up to fetch water from the well at the entrance of the village, pours it into the water tank, and then picks it. It will be enough to pick three loads. When I get up early, my mother will take me. Along the way, I saw that every family was busy carrying water and cooking, and the smoke curled up over the village. Mother is also busy washing vegetables, washing rice, scrubbing the pot, pouring the washed rice into the pot and adding water to fill a big pot. He also told me to bring a pile of hay, put a laundry list of chaff on the hearth. At this time, the mother turned on the stove and caught fire. The red and prosperous fire in the stove burned, and sometimes the flame jumped out of the stove and rushed to the burning mother's face. Mother will slow down the speed of adding firewood, then stir the stove with the poker and add firewood to the mouth of the stove. A few minutes later, the rice in the cauldron was overflowing. My mother hurried to the stove, uncovered the lid, and when the rice in the cauldron was boiled with fire, she put a big rice basket in the washbasin and fished the boiled rice into the rice basket. It was steaming, and my mother was busy. A basket of rice was fished out, and there was only a small amount of rice soup in the pot. Mother supported with two wooden sticks, put a basket of rice in a pot steaming with rice soup, add some water to the pot, put the dishes washed in advance into the pot, and cover it. When I came to the kitchen, it caught fire again. My mother burned the fire very strongly. Soon, the pot was steaming again, and the rice soup was about to overflow. My mother suppressed the ignition and burned it again. Until the pot rolled a few times, my mother was relieved to put out the fire and dialed the sparks in the kitchen with a poker. After mother went out for a while, when it was time to eat, mother would come to the stove and lift the lid. Pick up the vegetables in the pot and put them in a big bowl. Add oil and salt and stir them up. Serve them on the table, take out pickles or dried radishes, and call everyone to dinner. The whole family went to the kitchen to pick up bowls, put rice or porridge on the stove, put vegetables on the table, and went outside to enjoy the cool while eating. Only mother liked to sit at home and eat. Sometimes my mother will steam one or two eggs for our children to mend their bodies. That's delicious. Boiled Chili eggplant mixed with it is also a special meal.

During the Chinese New Year, the stove is very hot. My mother will fry two big fish, stir-fry a big plate of rice flour, cut two Jin of meat and cut it, stir-fry it with the cut radish for a while, then add water to boil it. The steaming meat pot is covered with glutinous rice dumplings. When the meat is almost cooked, the dumplings are also cooked. Mother puts the dumplings into the plate one by one with a spatula, and also puts the meat and radish into the plate. Four dishes were placed neatly on the table, telling us to set off firecrackers and close the financial door. The whole family sat around the table and had a lively New Year. I remember that the family was poor at that time, and the radish in the meat could be eaten, and the meat was reserved for the next year. I can eat at least one or two pieces of meat at home. My brothers and sisters consciously eat dumplings, rice noodles and radishes. My father, mother and grandfather only eat dumplings and rice noodles, and radishes are rarely eaten. No one will touch that plate of fish. It will be reserved for the Chinese New Year. That stove, the flavor of that year is always in my heart, and now I have everything to eat, but it is not as delicious as the rice noodles, dumplings and radishes fried on my mother's stove at that time.

The kitchen stove has brought up seven of our children under the mother's up-and-down rotation, and we are all too old to leave our mother. The stove was demolished because of the new building. Mother's eyes were always wet when the house and stove were demolished.

Now that the stove has been rebuilt, my mother is close to the stove every day like watching her friends for many years. As mother is getting older, it is not convenient to walk around, so we all persuade her not to cook with a stove, but with a gas stove. Mother always refuses. As soon as I have time, I will be called to prepare the dishes, prepare the rice, prepare a bucket of water, she will light the fire under the stove, and I will cook the dishes. After several dishes are fried, pour the rice into the pot, add the water and cover it. Tell my mother to have a rest, and I'll light the fire, but my mother stubbornly lets me rest and she lights the fire. The flame is burning in a straight way, red and warm, reflecting on my mother's face, red and black. My mother is much older, her face is full of wrinkles and her hair is much whiter. Old people in their seventies never bring trouble to their children. They work by themselves, bring firewood and cook their own meals. Looking at these, I can't help crying: "Mom, let me cook, you are tired." "Not tired, niang happy. It's so hot here that you have a rest in the back room. " Mother smiled at me.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother must have tied zongzi all morning on the third day of May. After lunch, she put the zongzi in a big pot, filled it with water, and covered it with a big pot. Mother lit the rape stalk, and the flame crackled in the stove. When the fire was starting, mother found some big wood to stand on the stove and burn it. From time to time, the pot smells of zongzi, and the neighbors passing by can't help but praise: "His aunt, it's really convenient for your family to cook zongzi, and the fragrance is everywhere." Mother took over and said, "Yes, how convenient it is to have a big stove. You will come to my place to cook zongzi tomorrow." When the wood in the kitchen was about to burn out, mother added some more. It was not until the evening that my mother stopped the fire. At this time, the zongzi has been cooked very well and soft. Mother will send some to the neighbors to taste, and leave the rest for our brothers and sisters to eat during the Dragon Boat Festival. We must also ask us to take some home to eat.

Last year, my mother had a car accident and was admitted to the hospital. For a month, my mother kept talking about the stove at home in the hospital. I am running at home, hospital and work, and I seldom go to that stove. Nai's mother said, however, go to the stove and have a look. The stove is covered with a layer of ash, which is cold and quiet. It is very unpleasant. I quickly cleaned it, but there is still no red and warm flame.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and my mother is much better. She is discharged from the hospital and goes home. The stove at home is burning with red flames again, and it's creaking and burning. "Mom, we are back." My brother and sister shouted when they were still in the yard with their children. Mother is still busy in front of the stove. A table full of vegetables and a big pot of rice, we ate and talked happily around our mother.

it's good to have a mother at home. The stove, the red flame and the steaming fragrance are always in my mother's heart and in our heart.