Chapter 757: Exorcism (48)

Blue Mandala: Exorcism

（48）

Early on Sunday morning, my husband didn't know where to buy a toon tree, with a slender pole and sparse leaves, and said it cost 15 yuan. I was suspicious that it was just a branch and had no roots, but I still agreed to use the soil of the chrysanthemum pot and plant it in the vegetable field.

There are still only green onions in the vegetable patch, and the son said that the few seedlings on the side are sunflowers he planted.

In the afternoon, it rained heavily, which would have soaked the roots of the toon, if there were any roots. The pot is too small, the tree is too thin and too tall, and according to the height of the small tree, the roots should be exposed from the potting soil, but I didn't see it.

However, in such a season, with the thick soil and the rain and dew, the branches can sprout and grow, right? Since I was a child, I have loved eating scrambled eggs with toon. However, the doctor warned me that I should not eat flirtatious foods in the spring, as it is easy for old diseases to recur. Especially this toon. The worst thing is not the old and new wounds, but a recessive inheritance from the mother's family, allergic asthma, which ordinary hospitals dare not admit when attacking, but can generally carry it when they are young.

The son stubbornly thinks that his over-the-top is green onion and garlic. My mother said that when I was a child, she deliberately chopped up so that I couldn't pick it out, so I asked me to do the same, otherwise I wouldn't be able to mix in society in the future. My son was the same as when I was a child, and he ate white rice instead of that. And coriander and toon are fine, go to the spice and save the fragrance, I don't know if it is the natural choice of the body, or the rational choice of the mind?

Sometimes I feel that I can't pretend not to mind eating anything that has been touched by someone else's chopsticks, and I am used to eating the food quickly after putting it in the bowl, so I go down the table to do my own thing, and then clean up and wash the dishes when others finish eating.

If I cook, I'll finish it standing in the kitchen. Mom said that this is called stealing mouths, and stealing food does not make you fat. Be sure to set the table, and wait for everyone to sit down and greet the elders before you can start moving the chopsticks. It seems that even if you have already worshiped the bodhisattvas in the heavens and the ghosts and gods in the earth, it is the turn of the small people to eat by themselves.

Fortunately, I have been cooking and eating by myself since high school, which is in line with my wishes, and after I got married, I did not go to my in-law's house to learn the rules, and I was completely free. Because my father-in-law and mother-in-law let their grandson eat a clove of raw garlic in the first week of arriving home, they were hospitalized that night, and they no longer dared to ask for anything about eating, so the son finally grew up safely.

I once accompanied my son to the subway ** Yi (that was before the age of 13), the other party was 25 years old, but not much taller than my son, he said it might be because of pressure. He has been in Japan for 10 years, and his family used to have to pay more than 100,000 yuan a year, but now he wants to come back without earning money and no face. And I don't adapt to the climate of Beijing anymore, every day is like a cold, my head is dizzy all the time, and my breathing is not smooth. Therefore, he had to go back as soon as he was done.

I have been pondering the word "hui" for a long time.

When I first arrived in Chengdu, I also had the same cold symptoms, and it took two or three years to get used to it. But the first time I arrived in Beijing, I didn't feel any discomfort, just like I grew up here. I don't want to "return" to other places for a day now, including with my parents back home. Perhaps each of us should choose the right place and way for us to grow according to our own wishes.