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The weather was getting cold, so I sent my son who was in high school to visit my old mother during the weekend. When I came back, besides a bunch of various vegetables, there was also a small bag of fried soybeans. The wife is very uncomfortable: seeing that your mother is eccentric, she only brings something for the baby to eat, but the wife does not. I laughed, unpacked the clear bag for soybeans and stretched it out to their mother and son. My son caught two or three exquisitely, obviously with an expression of accommodation. As expected, she just chewed a few times and shouted: grandma forgot to put seasoning, neither sweet nor salty. But I sat cross-legged in front of the computer unhurriedly, looking at the simple e-books, instead of putting the index finger and middle finger into the bag, I took two at a time and two at a time, and sent them to my mouth, carefully chew. The whole room was soon permeated with the faint scent of grass like fried soybean. Looking at me as if I was neither tight nor slow nor tired, my wife’s expression changed from disdain to suspicion. Finally, I couldn’t help saying: I don’t believe it is so delicious. Grab a few pieces and throw them into your mouth. Just chewing a few times, you can spit them out quickly: bitter, something. After carefully checking the broken end of the spit, I began to criticize again: it turned out to be rotten beans, so did your mother. I was reluctant to fry a few soybean seeds for my baby to eat. Look, it is either broken or almost rotten, and few of them are complete and robust. I couldn’t help laughing: you don’t know how to eat fried soybean. This is because my mother misses us. Looking at the confusion on my wife’s face, I explained: in our childhood when we didn’t have snacks, fried soybean was the best reward. However, the newly harvested soybeans should be selected out, and a pot of rich tofu should be kept when it snows for the new year. They are going to go bad and have no time to grow strong flat bean seeds, we use sand to cook it well and treat our greedy children. Yes, my mother missed us. She must have remembered the situation that we rushed to eat fried soybean for our children. This winter, no matter how busy you are, you have to go back to your hometown for the Spring Festival. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…