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The wind was so strong last night. I heard the sound of the iron gate being hit by the wind from time to time in my sleep.
Get up in the morning, the wind stopped, and the rain continued to fall. My father still had a bowl of boiled buns, and I had no appetite after taking a few bites.
My mother is not at home, and her father rarely speaks, and she feels a little bored, and she can't go around the garden on rainy days. So I opened my mother's wardrobe and started to organize it, packed some clothes I didn't wear often on weekdays, placed them on high places, and put them on the lower places now, so that my mother can pick them up at will.
After sorting out the wardrobe, he cleaned out the expired medicine in the drawer and threw it away. Although his subordinates are busy, his heart is empty and has nowhere to rest. Everyone says that mother is here, and home is here. I didn’t understand the profound meaning of this sentence before, but now I understand what we often say is homesickness, but in fact I miss my mother.
At noon, I made a pot of -sided slices on the induction cooker. When my mother left, she was worried that I would not burn firewood on the big stove. To be honest, I really couldn't make it. The rain that made people feel panicked, finally stopped at around 5 o'clock. It was not too early, so I started to pack up steamed buns. I got up in the morning and steamed the noodles. Because I used an electric rice cooker, I could only put eight or nine flower rolls at a time. I steamed the noodles three pots before steaming them. Fortunately, the alkali is suitable for mixing them. I was afraid that steaming them into yellow lumps. My father disliked the most.
A few days after my mother was away, I tried my best to prepare food for my father.
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