Rainstone jam and soup

I don't usually cook soup at home, but it's almost midnight, and it's all for dinner. It's made yesterday with lasagna and blueberry jam. It's just bad weather. It's called "Sweet Sweatball" by me and my daughter, and most of my friends who know me think I'm not gonna get mad at my kids, but I'm gonna get angry when I get angry. It was a bad habit to drink water every night for about five minutes and to pee for about half an hour (in fact a few drops), and one day I told her not to bring her a glass and a toilet, so she tried it on her own a few times to change it. And then she went in my cotton shoes and came back and I ignored her, and she said, "Mom, kindergarten teachers never get mad at us." (Always admired by the teachers, dozens of kids around, how much patience.) I was a little sorry to hear that, and I was thinking about the next good response, and she turned around, handing over a warm little hand, and said, "Mom, I invented a soft pill, and you'll eat it very soft!" In order not to disappoint her, I seriously “eat” and then look at the look she's looking forward to, and I said, “Baby ”, and she was surprised, and then she said, “Mom ”, and we hugged. From then on, one of us gets angry and then each of us gives her a soft pill, and when we're done, let the other hug. And she used to give me a preventive shot with a soft pill: turned the soup over, and I haven't heard from her, and her little hand has reached out and asked me to have a soft pill. I've been trying to express this "sweet pill" with food, and I've finally thought about it in a day and a half of a dream, and I love purple, and I think it makes people feel so gentle. So it's not like it's so soft, and I've been thinking about it for a long time, and then I think that blueberry jam should be more representative of the soft heart。