Pumpkin porridge

When it comes to Mi, I remember my grandfather and grandma, who were both simple and rural people, who lived in the mountains for a long, long and hard time, and who were able to go down in person in their 90s. Not only is she so smart, but I remember when my grandmother came to my house in the first year of primary school for some time, where my door was so complicated, and when I was small, I used to go downstairs after school and play with Mom and Dad when they went home from work. Grandma didn't come to the city, and mother was afraid that he would get lost, told her to watch the TV at home during the day and listen to the radio. So I ran home before 2 p.m., and I did my homework downstairs, and I didn't know what happened when my grandmother saw me down the window and asked me how to fix the lock. I knew how to do it, or I wouldn't be locked out like this, so I said I'd be home soon after I finished my homework. Then she stopped looking at me, and I wrote my diary. It says she called me again. It's the window in the stairwell. She opened the door! And then I went home to watch animated pictures and had chocolate candy and told a funny story about my class, and she'd been eating with me. Even after all this time, I'm impressed by how she's been able to open a more complex door lock than I've ever seen. Mother says that Grandpa and Grandma live a long life without getting angry at their daily work, eating little rice congee, eating an old bowl of rice congee every morning, still a bowl of rice porridge every night, and growing a lot of rice in the house, healthy, and I never drank rice congee when I was little, feeling so sweet without rice congee, and then getting older to realize that little rice porridge is so fascinating that I've been working on little red dates at school