The spring rain is like a precursor to a temperature drop, reminding people that they need to dress warmly and that summer has not yet arrived. Unfortunately, in this weather, I was unfortunately caught by a cold wind and caught a cold. Because after quitting my job, I stayed at home and didn't have to go to work, so I shouldn't have been so tired. However, the person I was infected with also got sick. Both of us were sick at home, having a fever, as if we had a hot water bottle on our heads. Our eyes were like a dried iron pot, dripping eyedrops and then like adding a drop of water, instantly evaporating. But we could feel the pain in our eyes. The heavy rain outside the house made us wrap ourselves tighter in the blankets to avoid it getting worse.

  During the illness, I had no appetite at all. It was like when Chinese people have a cold or fever, when they were young, family members always liked to give children something warm to eat. When the illness was severe, they especially missed the time when they were eating porridge. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is said that for wind-cold colds, ginger is needed to dispel the cold. "Let's have porridge," I suggested.

  "Don't get too tired. You're also feeling bad."

  "Okay."

  I ordered fresh minced meat and even didn't have the strength to buy a whole piece of meat to chop.

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  Before the delivery arrived, we first rinsed and dried the two-person portion of rice, put it in a iron pot, added mineral water, covering it with water up to the finger joints, and let it soak for a while. I peeled the two egg yolks and put them in a bowl for later use. I washed the ginger and cut it into four pieces. The delivery arrived.

  I covered the iron pot with a lid, heated it up, and when it boiled over high heat, turned it down to low heat. I carefully rinsed the minced meat in a bowl with running water. At this time, the rice grains slowly bloomed like flowers, and the aroma of the rice came out, somewhat resembling porridge. I put the four pieces of ginger and the egg yolks in the bowl, crushed the egg yolks into small pieces with a wooden spatula. In another pot, I boiled water and added the minced meat to cook it until done. Then I poured the meat from the bowl into the porridge. The water seemed insufficient, so I added a little more. When it boiled over high heat again, the ginger slices finished their task and were removed. The pot was filled with boiling porridge bubbles, like the souls of the rice crying. After adding salt for seasoning and stirring evenly, the hot and rising porridge with egg and meat was ready.

  The two sick people were holding their spoons and eating the porridge in their own bowls, not speaking to each other, feeling the coldness brought by the spring rain, as if they didn't have the strength to resist.