It was the era of material hardship, and because of my physical weakness, I occupied the rare delicious food in my grandparents' house!
Never been hungry, never lost!
After the age of 11, I returned to my parents and found that I could not eat fat meat, and even lean meat for a while. It's okay to be at Grandma's house.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" >, do not eat fat</h1> meat
After growing up, I understood that premature babies, congenital deficiency, weak spleen and stomach, eat greasy, spleen does not digest, so the body refuses.
In fact, my own understanding is not only a physiological reference, but also a psychological problem.
Back to my parents, the environment has changed, my friends have changed, my family has changed, and my state is also changing. From the original loose and free to obedient and sensible, the younger brother is still a stranger, and the parents are also strict.
So, I suppressed thinking about my grandparents, there was no reaction on the outside, but the body appeared, as long as I ate the dumplings stuffed with meat and oil, I vomited. The mother persuaded at first, but then did not say anything, every time the dumplings were wrapped, in addition to the meat filling, there were leeks and eggs filling. Usually stir-frying, lean meat encourages me to eat a piece, I also accept a piece, even if I make chicken, beef, mutton soup, I also drink more soup, eat less meat.
In fact, the main thing is the pain of separation, I think grandpa, aunt and uncle, and those who play big together.
After my father took me on the train, I cried.
When I got home, he washed me cherries, put cookies, went out, and I cried.
There was no one in the house, and as I stayed, I suddenly remembered my grandparents, my aunts, my uncles, and I cried.
The days of not eating pork fat lasted until college.
A little bit, lean pork can be eaten, a little bit, the oil is nourished, you can try it!
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > two, can eat and lean</h1>
Although I was poor at that time, I did not lack mouth.
It is said that as soon as I arrived at my grandparents' house. They discussed that I should drink milk, so Grandma asked me for goat's milk.
There is no such thing in this memory, and it is estimated that it was before the age of 4.
The deepest memory is a bowl of sorghum rice soup every day to wash the egg water, add some sugar, Grandma thunder can not move every day to wash me.
Later, after returning, my mother also flushed, it was boiling water, I drank for a few days, but I couldn't drink the taste, and told my mother that I didn't drink it.
Then, the bowl of sorghum rice that Grandma gave me in big oil could eat with oil all over my mouth.
I also like to eat corn flour cakes in a large iron pot, the corn kernels are ground with stone, sweet and delicious, I will dig a hole, put cabbage frozen tofu, vermicelli, eat very fragrant!
Also, my father said that my mother's steamed chicken cake was golden and fragrant, sprinkled with shrimp skin and green onions, delicious. This is also my patent, and sometimes, when I want to eat it, Grandma will steam a bowl for me.
Once, someone exchanged eggs for cream popsicles, at that time there were popsicles, but the first time the cream heard, I heard the roar, I said I wanted, Grandpa took the egg out, came back Uncle saw it, coaxed me, and it was hard to promise him a half.
In short, in those days, my grandparents always tried their best to satisfy me to eat well, to eat enough, to grow up.
Back to my parents, it was more rice and white-noodle steamed buns, but I still liked sorghum rice and tortillas.
In this way, I am still in the shape of a bean sprout, looking thin and small, and the overall state is not bad.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > three my buddies</h1>
Juanzi in the courtyard next door, Xiaoli and Xiaohong on the street are all good friends of mine.
Play with slides in the winter, jump pockets in the spring, run the farmland in the summer, and go to the fields in the autumn.
The river in front of the door, the dragonflies in the woods, the tadpoles in the river... The days are happy and joyful.
8 years old, my little friend beckoned me to go to school, my grandparents discussed it, afraid that I was weak, decided to play at home for another year.
When I was 9 years old, I finally went to school, and the school bag that my grandmother made for me, the clothes and shoes that my aunt made for me, were all new and new to go to school.
It just so happened that my uncle was a teacher at school, and every day, he rode a bicycle and took me to school.
In the cupboard at home, I also saw a pair of grandma's pointed high heels, black, shiny, which should have been the shoes of the girl's era, which had long been dusted, and I walked around the house in excitement.
These shoes are in stark contrast to Grandma, who wears cardigans, leg-wrapped pants, and small-foot cloth shoes.
Time and life have turned the landlord's lady into a hard-working, tenacious and capable peasant woman.
Text/@Rose Purple
Figure/Network (Intrusion and Deletion)