“Next time we go to eat XX together” is easy to brew a date to another date expectation, green bean porridge has never played such a leading role, but often appear in the ordering session at the end of the “what to drink it” after. Obviously no appetite, but can not bear to spoil the rare moment of gathering, on a bowl of it.
The mung bean porridge is like a cup of plain water that is not hot or cold in the mouth of a friend when he has a cold. It appeared in the school cafeteria in the youth, and then the life of the same light and tasteless; appeared at the end of the family gathering of friends, to make the stomach a little more full to live up to the strong feelings; also appeared in the weekend home kitchen, no appetite and can not bear to starve, the warmth of the rice cooker let people feel the traces of home.
Cream of mushroom soup, it is worth an evening date with delicate eyeliner and eyelashes.
Borscht, which often makes a cameo appearance at old friends’ gatherings for gossip and catching up with a little thicker fire.
The eight-boat porridge is just an excuse to dress up for the end of the year.
The actual fact is that it is a good idea to have a good time. It may also be a hot binder when you are sad.
I once lived in an empty old house, and a teddy dog living together, the cold wind from the balcony in the winter, late at night wrapped in quilts in the room to work late, and from time to time also hold the teddy in their arms to relax for a moment. A small handful of rice and a small handful of green beans are soaked and rinsed in a bowl before going to bed, the usual action, until they are put into the pot at regular intervals, the last task of the day is considered complete, before going to sleep.
Even the morning waking breath is a white mist, Teddy’s fluffy face lying on the edge of the bed, innocent eyes looking forward to the routine walk and play.
The time it takes to get up and put on a makeup, the temperature of the mung bean porridge that just came out of the pressure cooker is already disappearing, faster than the change of heart, right?
In the past, when two people were talking together and waiting for the porridge in the pot to turn from cold to thick, the anticipation was better than all the spices, making the green beans, which originally had a slightly astringent taste, turn into the best taste. Just because the misery of eating white porridge alone is over, now the new colors are as gorgeous as a rainbow after the rain.
Li Zongsheng sang “I finally lost you, in the crowd”, well, you finally tired of the taste, in the blandness of the day after day. The good taste of the past became the poison of losing one more bite of appetite for the day.
From then on, there is no longer a chance to meet for breakfast, and there is no strength to meet the new hope of the day together. If he likes the greasy buns made of dirty ground meat on the street, let him go.
Years later, having mastered the precise amount of water and rice for one person’s porridge, there was no one to share a meal with the bitterness of light green beans and the rich aroma of rice. The menu of homemade breakfast is gradually enriched in form and category, and there is no way to say “good morning” anymore.
If it is a wedding, a “rich or poor, sick or aging, I am willing to drink the same flavor of mung bean porridge with you for the rest of your life”, that may be a more real vow than the end of the world.
The day you get tired of this bowl of green bean porridge, we will break up.
Life is short, good to eat well scattered.
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