Classic prose of stove

A new kitchen has been built at home, decorated with new decorations. Cooking with rice cooker, cooking with gas stove and range hood is convenient and hygienic. But my mother said it's a pity that farmers have more firewood and no stove, so firewood is not wasted. Besides, the dishes cooked on the stove are particularly fragrant.

Unable to beat my mother, my father asked someone to build a small house next to the big house. The ground was cement, clean and bright. Mother was very happy when she saw it, and asked the village gentleman to choose an auspicious day and set up a stove with his father. Father first picked a load of yellow mud, cut the straw into two inches long, mixed it in the yellow mud, and stirred it with water, which was sticky. Mother watered the place where the stove was to be built with Taomi water and told me to take some bricks and put them aside. Father took the bricks and stuck them on the mixed yellow mud, building them one by one, while mother was in command. After a morning's work, my parents set up a stove and happily asked me to see it. A round flat-headed stove is simple and kind in front of us, and my mother especially likes it.

The next day, my mother cooked with a newly built stove. The first pot of vegetables is green vegetables. My mother said, life should be clear. Father makes a fire, mother cooks, and the stove gives off a burst of heat, a burst of fragrance and a burst of rice fragrance with the help of two old people. After a while, the food was ready, and my mother asked us to eat together. The food was well cooked and the rice was particularly fragrant. The two old people ate very sweetly, which was especially tasty. When I went to fill the rice, the stove was still steaming, which reminded me of my childhood.

When I was young, my parents raised our seven children. At home, we built a big stove, a two-mouth pot and a vertical chimney. Every morning at dawn, my mother gets up to fetch water from the well at the entrance of the village, pours it into the water tank, and then chooses. Three loads is enough. When I get up early, my mother will take me. Along the way, I saw that every household was busy carrying water to cook, and the smoke curled up and hung over the village. Mother is also busy washing vegetables, washing rice, washing the pot, pouring the washed rice into the pot and filling a big pot with water. He also asked me to bring a pile of hay and put a laundry list of chaff on the fireplace. At this time, mother turned on the stove and caught fire. The kitchen is burning with great prosperity, and sometimes flames jump out of the kitchen and rush to the burning mother's face. Mother will slow down the speed of adding firewood, then stir the stove with tongs and add firewood to the stove mouth. A few minutes later, the rice in the cauldron overflowed. My mother hurried to the front of the stove and uncovered the lid. When the rice in the big pot was boiled with fire, she put a rice basket in the washbasin and fished the cooked rice into the rice basket. It's steaming, and mom is very busy. Take out a basket of rice, and there is only a small amount of rice soup in the pot. Mother supported with two wooden sticks, put a basket of rice in a pot with steamed rice soup, add some water to the pot, put the washed vegetables in the pot in advance, and cover it. When I came to the kitchen, it caught fire again. My mother set the fire on fire. Soon, the pot began to steam again, and the rice soup was about to overflow. My mother suppressed the fire and burned it again. It was not until the pot boiled a few times that my mother safely put out the fire and used the tongs to stir the sparks in the kitchen. Mom goes out for a while, and when it's time to eat, mom will come to the stove and lift the lid. Pick up the vegetables from the pot and put them in a big bowl. Add oil and salt and stir. Serve the table, take out pickles or dried radish, and ask everyone to eat. The whole family went to the kitchen to get bowls, put rice or porridge on the stove, put vegetables on the table, and enjoy the cool outside while eating. Only mother likes to sit at home and eat. Sometimes my mother will steam an egg or two to make up for our children. It's delicious. Boiled Chili eggplant mixed with it is also a special dish.

During the Spring Festival, the stove is very hot. My mother will fry two big fish, a large plate of rice noodles, cut two Jin of meat, fry with the cut radish for a while, and then add water to the pot. Tangyuan is wrapped in the steamer. When the meat is almost cooked, jiaozi is also cooked. Mother put jiaozi on the plate one by one with a spatula, and also put meat and radish on the plate. Four dishes were neatly placed on the table, telling us to set off firecrackers and close the financial door. The family sat around the table and had a lively New Year. I remember that the family was poor at that time, and the radish in the meat could still be eaten, and the meat was reserved for the next year. I can eat at least one or two pieces of meat at home. Brothers and sisters consciously eat jiaozi, rice noodles and radishes. My parents and grandpa only eat jiaozi and rice noodles, and seldom eat radishes. No one will touch that plate of fish. It will be kept until China New Year. That stove, the taste of that year has always been in my heart. Now I have everything to eat, but it is not as delicious as the rice noodles fried by my mother on the stove at that time, jiaozi and radish.

The stove raised our seven children under the rotation of our mother, and we all grew up and left our mother. Because of the new building, the stove was demolished. Mother's eyes are always wet when the house and stove are demolished.

Now that the stove is set up again, my mother is close to the stove every day like a friend who has been watching for many years. Mother is too old to walk around, so we all advised her not to cook with a stove, but to use a gas stove. Mother always refuses. Whenever I have time, I will be asked to prepare food, rice and a bucket of water. She makes a fire under the stove and I cook. After frying several dishes, pour the rice into the pot, add water and cover the pot. Tell my mother to rest and I'll make a fire, but my mother stubbornly let me rest and she will make a fire. The flame was burning straight, red and warm, and reflected on my mother's face, red and black. My mother is much older, her face is wrinkled and her hair is much whiter. Old people in their seventies never bring trouble to their children. They work by themselves, bring firewood and cook by themselves. Looking at these, I couldn't help crying: "Mom, let me cook, you are tired." "Not tired, mother happy. It's too hot here. Go to the back room and have a rest. " Mother smiled at me.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother must have stuck zongzi all morning on the third day of May. After lunch, she put the zongzi in a big pot, filled it with water and covered it with a big pot. Mother lit the rape stalk and the flame crackled in the stove. When the fire started, mother found some big logs and put them on the stove to burn. From time to time, the smell of zongzi floated out of the pot, and the neighbors passing by couldn't help admiring: "Aunt He, it's so convenient to cook zongzi in your house, and there are smells everywhere." Mom took it and said, "Yes, how convenient it is to have a big stove. You come to my place to cook zongzi tomorrow. " When the firewood in the kitchen was almost burned out, mother added some more. My mother didn't stop the fire until evening. At this time, the zongzi has been cooked very well and soft. Mom will send some to the neighbors to taste, and leave the rest for our brothers and sisters to eat during the Dragon Boat Festival. We must also be asked to take some home to eat.

Last year, my mother was admitted to hospital after a car accident. For a month, my mother has been talking about the stove at home in the hospital. My family and hospital work are all running, and I seldom go to that stove. Nai's mother said, but go and have a look by the fire. The stove was covered with dust, which was cold and quiet. This is very unpleasant. I cleaned it up quickly, but there was still no red warm flame.

Chinese New Year is coming, and my mother is much better. She went home from the hospital. The stove at home is burning with red flames again, creaking and burning. "Mom, we are back." My brother and sister shouted when they were still taking care of their children in the yard. Mother is still busy in front of the stove. A table of vegetables and a big pot of rice, we ate and talked happily around our mother.

It's good to have a mother at home. The stove, the red flame and the steaming fragrance will always be in my mother's heart and in our heart.