In the morning, I was awakened by my mother's favorite breakfast and good chicken soup.

Dress neatly and go downstairs to the kitchen.

"Dry mother, early."

Dry mom was busy in the kitchen in her apron and looked at me coming over with a smile.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, very good, just hungry, haha..." stared at the yellow greasy chicken soup in the earthen pot with green onions floating over it, and drooling was coming down. Dry mother's crafts are full of color, fragrance and flavor.

"Hungry? Come and sit down. Here comes the fucking mother. Mother-in-law looked at my gluttony on my head and walked away...