Today is the first day of the new year. I know from the radio and television that you have arrived in Wuhan safely. When you leave, it's every family. Firecrackers are blaring. When the family get together, Grandpa waits for a year. You haven't had a bite of the delicious new year's glutinous rice. You look at the glutinous rice and say "forget it. I'll eat it when I come back." then you rush to the front Line.
I know that glutinous rice is my uncle's favorite food. It's also our new year's Eve meal. It's a link between family ties and one of the important foods for the Spring Festival in southern Zhejiang. Grandpa can bring cooking technology to perfection. Many villagers come to ask grandpa for advice. It is said that grandpa was very happy when his uncle was admitted to the doctor's degree. He cooked three cauldrons for the villagers to taste. Grandpa cooked glutinous rice crystal clear, not sticky teeth, this inheritance of technology want to leave us, teach us. Grandpa soaked the rice for one night before cooking, with milk, egg water Then put some water in the wood pot. It's said that the water is very exquisite. It can't be too much or too little. Pay attention to the wood added in the stove. When to use the high fire and when to use the residual temperature to stew. When the rice is about to ripen, five meters can smell the fragrance of the rice. The rice is put on the table. The kids open their eyes to hold their saliva, hold their breath, and wait for grandpa to pour the meticulously cooked minced meat juice on it and say a few new year's greetings, then we can eat it. We can't talk when we eat it, which will delay the speed of eating. Ha ha, it is called "smart snack" by my uncle every time. After eating, we talked about the situation of work and study together, warm and sweet. Every time my uncle talks about some episodes in the intensive care unit of their hospital, we stare and listen carefully, for fear of missing a certain detail. Your respect for life and profession makes me admire him very much. I also admire my uncle's profound knowledge and superb medical skills, which makes me yearn to be a doctor.
Every spring festival you stay on duty in the intensive care unit of the hospital. You say that patients need you. This year is the first time for you to celebrate the Spring Festival at home for six years in a row. Grandpa asked us to come here and have a meal of his glutinous rice.
At that time, when you received the call, your face was solemn, and you didn't know how to tell everyone, it was grandpa who noticed your change. He said, "if there is something in the hospital, go ahead, work is important, and the patient is important." Novel coronavirus, when Grandpa said he was trying to control his emotions and turned away from us, he did not let us see his sad look. When you said he was going to Wuhan, grandma held your hand tightly and tears in her eyes. She learned that the new coronavirus was very strong in the news. The number of deaths every day has been climbing, and some front-line medical workers have not been spared. My cousin even hugged you tightly and didn't let you go. My aunt just sat there and couldn't say a word
I remember Uncle, you cleared your mood and said "I'm sorry!" Then I picked up my bag from my aunt and set off. Grandpa, grandma, aunt and cousin run to the kitchen window and try to look down, hoping to see your figure
I know their hearts are the same as mine. I hope you can come back safely. We saw on TV that the first-line doctors in Wuhan worked overtime every day. When they were sleepy, they would lie on the ground and rest. They ate instant noodles. Our hearts were sour. Only in the rear to pay homage to the most beautiful rebel.
No matter where my uncle is, if I think of the strong smell of glutinous rice, I will think of my hometown, which is the day when I will return soon.
Our family is waiting for you to come back, and the bowl of glutinous rice that we didn't eat.