IT'S LATE, IT'S COLD, IT'S COLD, IT'S NO APPETITE, IT'S NOT HUNGRY, IT'S A POT OF PORRIDGE, IT'S TWO BOWLS OF PICKLES. I COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE THE GRAIN BLOOMING, AND MOM SAID YOU'RE A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH. HEY, MOM'S USUALLY WATCHING THE FOOD SHOW AND SHE'S STARTING TO TALK. TODAY'S PORRIDGE LOOKS A LITTLE YELLOW, UNLIKE THE USUAL RICE. A CAREFUL STUDY LED TO THE REALIZATION THAT THE LIGHT YELLOW LAYER WAS CALLED PASTRY, RICH IN DIETARY FIBRES AND VITAMIN B. MOM SAID, "ISN'T THIS THE OLD RICE?" IT'S BEEN EATING THIS EVERY DAY, EATING "SIP" AND EATING RICE. NOW IT'S NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS THIS ROUGH RICE。