When we first entered the month of December, my mother stopped working.She always said, "What's the hurry? There will be no shortage of what should be bought and no shortage of what should not be bought.".
The father opened his eyes wide and said with a smile, "Don't you buy some good wine for entertaining people?" Liquor is the most important thing in the whole year, and you should prepare it even if you don't drink it in the December.Mother rolled up her new mat and said that there was something in the smelly ditch of Wangjiahe River.
Before the elder sister in Wuhan came back, her mother had already thought about it: "Your elder sister likes to eat big pot food, which she used to eat on rice when she was young. And your second sister, who likes eating potato most, needs to buy more this year." I said, "I want to eat noodles, tomatoes and eggs." My mother said, "I won't do that."
While calculating the weight of hair and face, the mother muttered again and again: Your uncle and aunt will definitely come this year, and your aunt will also come. Your elder sister will also bring some to her home, as well as your father's gang... Just put them all in.
At the beginning of the 20th lunar month, my mother was very anxious. She had not bought Daxiang yet, and she also bought less pork. So she asked my uncle to write the Spring Festival couplet and make some money.
After 25, my mother was already busy, cleaning the house, drying the quilts, and cleaning the kitchen utensils. While busy, my mother sent me to call the eldest sister and ask them when they would arrive tomorrow.
I said: didn't I say 3:00 pm?
She said: Ask again
Time flies
Mother has passed many December, and every year is different!
Mother called and said, "Your elder sister won't come this year, so we need to make less noodles this year. Your second sister said she won't come back until the third day of the junior year." Father muttered, "Don't drink any more, see if your elder sister husband can get me some good tea."
I said, "I may be 29 or 30 nights back."
Mother paused for a moment: "Come back anyway!"
"Hey, Mom, I'm trying to compete for production on the construction site. I'll go home and talk to you about my annual goal.".
"Hey, remember to eat, kid"
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Over the years, it has become a habit for mother to work in the month of December. She wears an apron, carries large bowls of dumplings, and wipes the flour off her hair with her hands.
The kitchen is foggy, the weak lights under the eaves, and the sweet smell
In this month of December, I never thought of my mother's image so strongly. It was so clear and moved that I and all the people who traveled abroad looked at our hometown.
