In the morning, when I saw that my husband didn't get up, I went to play ball alone, and half an hour later, my husband appeared, and I asked, "Do you play?" Why don't we play table tennis? My husband said, "I don't play ball, I take a walk." ”
Although my husband is also 60 years old, he is very good at spoiling himself, a small cold, just like a woman's confinement, has to rest for a long time. Every time I see him catch a cold, I always can't help but think of when I was a child, a few old hens that laid eggs at home, the appearance of chicken plague, wilting and drooping heads, snot and tears flowed together.
He has been catching a cold for almost a month this time, and he can't spoil himself every day, except for going to the kindergarten with me to pick up his grandson in the afternoon, he definitely doesn't go out at other times, either lying on the bed or nesting on the sofa.
Yesterday I said to my husband, "It's almost the full moon, come with me tomorrow." "It seems that he doesn't want to give me face today, so he only walks and doesn't play ball.
After a few turns around the small square, he walked up to me and said, "Let's go, buy groceries and cook at home, I'm hungry." ”
Me: "What do you want to eat at noon?" Buy it back together. "Shabu-shabu to eat, I want to eat some green leafy vegetables."
I bought spinach, seaweed, mung bean sprouts, cucumbers, bitter gourd, and a few peaches, and I went to buy vegetables every day, and I only bought enough for the day.
Basically nothing has changed, every day is almost the same, cut a few slices of braised beef, half an onion, a few coriander shallots, and then fry a few peanuts and cashew nuts, add light soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, salt and mix it, a large plate, plus two boiled eggs, an electric baking pan to bake a few small sweet potatoes, today I also heated four roasted wheat and one roasted cake, I was too lazy to boil porridge in the morning, one person and one carton of milk.
I think it's also delicious to bake sweet potatoes with an electric baking pan.
After eating and cleaning up, I found my inventory, Xiangyun yarn Daokou cloth, chose the same green flower heavy satin as my pillow, sat at the table, and sewed the pillow for my grandson with stitches and threads. Maybe it's because the pillow I used to make for him is too small, but recently the little guy grabbed my pillow as soon as he slept at my house, so today I will sew a new one for him.
Dazzled, threading the needle became a problem, my husband looked at me and said, "You take the cloth to the market and let the pants be sewn, it's not worth the cost." ”
But how can a man experience the joy of a woman sewing a child with her own hands? Every stitch and thread is poured into my deep love for my grandson. I replied directly: "In that case, I just buy him a pillow, won't it be over?" ”
When I had a job in my hand, time flew by, and by the time I remembered to cook, it was already past 12 o'clock. Hurriedly went to choose vegetables and wash vegetables. The fungus has been soaked, a few wide noodles have been scalded, and there are beef rolls in the refrigerator that were not eaten last time, and they are also taken out and thawed first.
Wash the dishes, start to fry the bottom of the wok, this time I used lard, a spoonful of Pixian bean paste, half a small piece of butter hot pot base, add green onions, ginger slices, green peppercorns, stir-fry until fragrant and add some mash, add water to boil.
Slowly preparing the dipping sauce, today is cloudy, a bit of a sauna.
It was almost 14 o'clock, I put the pot on the balcony, first boiled a few slices of tomatoes and cucumbers and luncheon meat, I felt that the bottom of the pot tasted more delicious, and I was about to roll up the beef, the wind was blowing outside the window, and the heavy rain came in the blink of an eye.
My husband and I sat on the balcony, listening to the wind and rain, eating hot pot, he drank beer, I drank yogurt, and I felt more and more that life was so beautiful.
Retired, I don't have to go to work and I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and my son's family of three has a beautiful life, so what's not satisfied?
But when parents are having an endless heart, they are eating happily, and suddenly they remember that their son's family likes to go out to play on weekends, I wonder if they close the window? Will the house be flooded again?
Last year, when it rained heavily, they didn't close the windows, and a layer of rain accumulated on the ground, and the walls under the windowsills were wet.
I said to my husband, "Did you say they closed the windows?" The husband said, "It's too late to close it, don't worry so much, eat well." ”
I have a feeling that now my husband and I are really getting along, no matter what happens, we will not be angry anymore, because we all feel that life is very short, and the days after the age of sixty are numbered, so don't get along with yourself anymore.
Forty years ago, God was the matchmaker, let us meet unexpectedly, and compose the tune of life together with each other, then we can't live up to this kindness, and we must coax ourselves to be happy for the rest of our lives.