Warm wood stove, strong fatherly love

The southern winter, raining for several days in a row, was cold and wet, and my feet were cold.

We wrapped ourselves in thick blankets and watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. I suddenly miss the firewood stove in my hometown and remember the warm stories of my childhood.

The firewood stove was raging, making a "crackling" sound of firewood burning, and the warm stove burned on Dad's face, and his face became red and kind.

Mom was busy at the stove, "clicking" in the iron pot to fry vegetables, mist wafting in the kitchen, from time to time, the aroma of dishes drilled into the nostrils.

"Dad, I want to eat water chestnuts!" I'm going to eat water chestnuts! ”

I had a feverish face, leaned weakly on my father, saw the water chestnut on the stove, thought of the cold and crisp sweetness in the mouth, tried to swallow the saliva full of saliva, and said coquettishly.

"No, you have a fever and can't eat such cold food!"

My mother stood by the stove, busy cooking, and loudly refused my request.

"You don't give it to Brahma, the child's body is the most important."

Dad spoiled me, opened his mouth, wanted to speak, and was intimidated by my mother. He worried about the quarrel with his mother and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"You may be thirsty, Daddy poured you some hot water to drink!"

Dad tried hard to distract me from my stubbornness, trying to appease me, who was suffering from illness.

"No, no, I'm going to eat water chestnut!"

As soon as my temper came up, the nine cows could not move, and they kicked their feet, and they almost played with it.

"Don't be sharp, your mother is right, you can't eat cold food with a fever, and if you eat it, the burn will get worse and worse!"

Dad tried desperately to persuade me to give up, and his eyes were full of pain.

"Click, click, click,

"Okay, well, don't cry! I put the water chestnut on the charcoal fire and roast it, the water chestnut is not cold, you can eat it! ”

Dad suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a clever trick.

"Good!" As soon as I listened, I nodded my head in praise, and laughed.

Upon hearing this good idea, the mother smiled and nodded, and did not say more.

Dad took the hot charcoal fire in the stove, carefully took it out with a fire shovel, put it in the fire cage, and put the water chestnut on the iron cover of the fire cage and roasted it.

After a while, the black skin of the water chestnut slowly wrinkled, like the wrinkles of the old man's face, and the brakes were ugly.

After baking for about ten minutes, Dad "sighed" and took out the hot water chestnuts and put them on the stove to cool.

Thinking about it for two seconds, Dad was afraid that the water chestnut would become cold, so he endured the heat and peeled the skin while blowing.

The wrinkled skin of the water chestnut was better peeled, and in a few moments, the water chestnut with temperature and white flowers had fallen into the palm of my hand.

My little hungry cat, unable to care about the heat, was anxious to bite down. Although the raw water chestnut is less crisp, it is still sweet.

I ate happily and contentedly, as if it had cooled down a few degrees.

"Fan'er, the water chestnut has eaten, drink more hot water!"

Dad took the opportunity to persuade me to drink more hot water, I nodded obediently, took a bowl of hot water handed by my father, and drank it with "grunt and grunt".

"Fan'er, in order to get better with a fever, rest in bed and bed!"

Dad "had to go in" and wanted to "trick" me into lying in the bed, but I didn't want to leave the wood stove like a warm sun.

"No, Dad, I'm going to lie in your arms, your arms are a hundred times warmer than the bed!"

My eyes flashed wide, my face full of anticipation, and I wanted to hide in my father's warm arms.

"Okay! All right! I'll hold you! ”

Dad opened his coat, opened his arms, embraced me, and wrapped him tightly around me. The feeling of happiness is like a warm current, which makes the circulation of blood throughout my body accelerate.

I smiled like a flower and was overjoyed.

This is a warm memory of my childhood, although my father has long been in heaven, and his love for me has warmed me all my life.