Plum rice

This time I've made a lot of rice, I've got half the rice mixed up with egg fluid, and there's some lunch meat and cucumber in the fridge, and it's kind of like a cake. When you eat fried rice, you suddenly remember something from childhood. When I was 4 years old, my mother had taken me to my grandmother's house for a while because of her work. The grandmother's house was typical of the rural north of China, with large stoves and firewood. It's not a good time to be rich, and it's not a good time to be in the countryside, to eat anything, to have guests at the grandma's house, to have a little bit of a lunch to entertain relatives and friends, and it's a bit of a meatball. Of course, we kids don't eat at the table, and by the evening I said that I was hungry, that my grandma was watching the leftovers of rice and leftovers, and that I'd rather have a fried rice, a groin, and some meatballs, and I'd be standing by and smelling the scent of my mouth. She said she was hungry, but only a meal. Listen to your grandmother and tell your cousin to eat first. You can't finish the rest. I still remember my cousin's look at me waiting for her leftovers, but when we were three years old and four years old, we had kids, and I ate my last bite, and my cousin cried out, and now think about it。