As the saying goes, feeding village-eating in a bowl, looking at the pot

When we were young, maybe because our families were poor and lack of clothes and food, we always held bowls when we ate, grooming into our mouths while staring at the rice cooker for fear of being careless, the rice in the pot will disappear. Sometimes, because I only look at the pot but not

Maybe just a moment

Because my eunuch was hospitalized for surgery, he hurried to the hospital after morning self-study. When he arrived at the ward, people in the same ward said that he had entered the operating room. I climbed to the 8th floor, sitting outside the operating room with many patients’ families and so on. Before anesthesia, the