Warm Family

"Dong dong dong", the kitchen knife tapped the cutting board rhythmically. Mom is busy in the kitchen. The fire on the stove was sizzling, and the blue flames were licking the bottom of the pot affectionately. On the pot lid, steam curled up, and the boiling water couldn't help but poke its head out of curiosity. There was a vague and dim light reflecting the mother's holy and gentle face. My father wore glasses and sat quietly on the sofa reading a book. From time to time he would pick up the tea on the table next to him and take a few sips. It was all so peaceful and harmonious. Jiang Yiye hid in the corner with his cell phone, looking at the warm scene, and silently dialed 110, "Is this the police uncle? ! My parents are not human! "