It has been quite dull for some time, just like the weather in Chongqing, it is cloudy. Thank you to all the friends I know and who know me for their concern, and my mood has improved a lot. Bo hadn't written for a long time. Every night he went home, he would pass the days with a pack of frozen dumplings. Thinking that he hadn't cooked soup for a long time, he made some wax gourd and pork ribs and made it up. Unexpectedly, he almost got rid of himself...

It was said that late last night, I came home half drunk and half awake. Thinking of the pork ribs soup I cooked the day before yesterday, I had just drunk a small sip, so I went to the stove and lit the fire, preparing to make a bowl of small soup before resting.

Unexpectedly, while waiting for the soup to boil, I actually fell asleep...

Then I woke up, and it was really awakened by the smoke. I opened my eyes and saw that, alas, the entire house was full of smoke.

My heart turned cold, and I rushed into the kitchen in two steps. An iron pot was actually red, and I saw that my ribs had become charcoal. Even an aluminum sheet on the gas stove was deformed by the high temperature.

I have to praise the quality of the current product. It has withstood the high temperature for several hours and kept me from becoming charcoal in my sleep.

Afraid, scared, scared, is this luck or bad luck? I don't know.