a family's health and happiness index also starts with a delicious and delicious breakfast, which can satisfy the taste buds of various tastes of the family. Isn't it a kind of happiness!
Different kinds of porridge, eggs, milk, bread, soy milk powder and steamed bread are no longer the most desirable breakfasts in my three bowls, but these are delicious dishes comparable to or even richer than the Chinese New Year for my parents and our childhood.
I have to say that times have created a happy life for people now, and this generation is lucky.
it's not easy to be a qualified mother and a virtuous wife!
All kinds of cooking skills are neither bad nor bad, and they can meet the tastes of lovers and children. It is always the same breakfast, which not only makes the tasters tired, but also makes the cook feel embarrassed.
Because, cooking delicious food is not so much a pleasure as a sense of happiness and accomplishment, which makes the cooked delicious food swept away by the family. It is self-evident, and I am sincerely gratified and happy.
So, last night, I discussed with my children early, eating sour soup and noodles, not picky lover, and eating anything. In the tone, I was euphemistic, gentle and straightforward, that is, he ate whatever I did, and the children ate whatever they wanted. As for doing well, eating well or not, more or less, never saying anything, and the children would not give me enough as a lover.
In a hurry, make noodles, one bowl for each person, no more, no less, just right. After dinner, add some fruits, crispy pears and oranges, and supplement vitamin ABC. I feel that the page is quite good. I wonder if it suits the taste of these two fathers, or is it unknown?
I'm busy with all kinds of unreasonable demands and difficulties from my second child, which is the most difficult to solve in a day. Even so, I still feel that my second child is extremely cute and distressed for my mother's heart. At the same time, I look at the breakfast on the dining table from time to time. Have I been eaten completely by my father? I always think, let me eat more and eat well, my lover go out to work and earn money, my boss goes out to be a good person and go to school, and my second child goes to kindergarten. What good expectations and good life are real and satisfying.
After eating and drinking, the boss finished reading English, and it was time to go out soon, urging his lover to go to work first. Our mother went out one step later, and the second child was carrying his schoolbag, pulling his sister's tie-rod schoolbag, and swaggering in and out of the elevator with her sister.
In the autumn morning, the cool breeze blows gently, and it feels like a brief encounter. Being kissed by the early cold wind, my body feels cold, but it is warmed to the bottom of my heart by the affectionate actions of my brother and sister. My sister puts her pony vest on my brother, puts him in the car seat, sits on it with her arms around her brother, and talks and laughs all the way. My brother keeps chanting and sends her sister to school first.
Send all the children to school and kindergarten safely, ride a donkey to get home quickly, tidy up the house and cook dinner. It's already 8: 3, and go out according to the planned itinerary. I haven't been riding and reading for a long time.
The nearest Yue study room can be reached in less than 15 minutes. I took advantage of the extra time, rode a little donkey, walked through the streets and went deep into the narrow path, and experienced the real life situation of people at the bottom.
It's back to Yue Study Room, which is the most tranquil place for people's hearts and the best place for their souls. It always makes people linger, forget their worries, enter the ocean of words, and feel the silence and comfort in the light of dust removal.
I chose three books for myself and two books for my boss. After borrowing them, I found a quiet corner and read a collection of poems and songs by the modern poet Huang Gu, which was deeply touched.
In plain and simple words, the author expresses his homesickness, nostalgia for his deceased relatives and unforgettable childhood memories. Every poem is filled with his true feelings and personal experiences. Today's people admire him, what a good life, what good words, love, loss and gain, thoughts and thoughts, and gratitude for meeting your words ...
It's time to pick up the boss from school soon. Take the borrowed books and ride back to school.
When I got to school, it was still early. After waiting for a while, the boss came out and went home together for dinner and a nap.
The arranged lunch and taking a nap made me stop eating the books I borrowed, and I finally ate at the dinner table. Perhaps the books made my baby feel more delicious than eating. I didn't finish eating today, but I continued to read ...
Until I left for school, I was still quietly staring at the books, shouting and not moving. Unexpectedly.
Maybe I like these two books too much!
that's why I'm so focused.
I hurried to see the boss off again, and when I got home, I wrote ...
Half of the day passed like this, and it was real outside of my busyness, and it was full of feelings.
I feel half of a day, much like the first half of my life, and half of my life has passed by so quickly. How many halves can I spend, wait and cherish ...
Ah!
Every moment is beautiful and worth looking forward to. To live a good day is to live the rest of my life.
Be yourself. Everything is beautiful on the way ...