In the new era, we are all "little princesses" and "little emperors" at home, living a life of "clothes to reach out, rice to mouth".
No, look-my mother has prepared a table full of delicious food for me again. Red, green and colorful, with balanced nutrition. I wolfed it down. My mother brought me a lot of vegetables and stuffed my bowl like a hill. However, my mother also picked some dishes that I didn't like. I pouted and left the dishes I didn't like on the table. When my mother saw it, she was very angry and scolded me: "You child, why don't you know how to cherish food?" I shouted disdainfully, "Who asked you to give me something I don't like?" After that, I dropped my chopsticks and ran into the room.
Mother came into the room, sat next to me and said earnestly, "son, you know how hard our life was when we were children." How many people in the family live on your grandfather's meager salary! I remember when I was a child, in order not to let us eat more, your grandmother marked everyone's bowls. And everyone can only eat what's left in his bowl, and your grandmother quickly hides. Once, your uncle accidentally spilled a bowl of rice on the floor. He looked miserable and sat on the ground crying. Your grandmother carefully picked up the rice and washed it with boiling water, and your uncle ate it happily again. Baby, by contrast, don't you feel very happy? "
After listening to my mother's words, I felt guilty and said to my mother in shame, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong." So I put the food on the table back into the bowl bit by bit and ate it silently. Suddenly I feel that this is the best food I have ever eaten!
Small dining table, bearing civilization. Let civilized dining start with you and me, let us shake hands with thrift, bid farewell to extravagance and waste, and add color to a better life!
At noon, my father excitedly bought a roast duck. As soon as he entered the door, he said to his mother, "During May Day, roast ducks are on sale, and each one is cheap in 3 yuan." I jumped three feet for joy. I haven't eaten roast duck for a long time. I can't wait to swallow it all at once.
Finally, the food was served, and the delicious roast duck "walked" to the table. The yellow roast duck has been cut into pieces by the shopkeeper, giving off an attractive fragrance. My mouth is watering, and I immediately look for my prey-duck leg. This is my patent every time I eat roast duck. I found the duck leg, I destroyed it three times, five times, twice, and then I ate chicken wings. ...
In the evening, my mother brought out the leftover roast duck. I'm looking for the target-the other duck leg is missing. I felt strange and ate a short duck neck. But then my mother pointed at me and said, "What a long duck neck! My second monk couldn't figure it out and asked, "Why?" Mom said, "I ate three pieces at noon and your father ate two pieces." These pieces are longer than swans! " "What the hell is that!
We started interrogating dad, and he said, "All wet! I don't know what happened. I saw the shopkeeper put the whole duck in the bag with my own eyes. How can he lack arms and legs! "
I remembered the news in the newspaper that some merchants cheated customers. I blinked and said to my father, "This must be the shopkeeper who put a duck leg away and put it in while you were not paying attention." After all, duck legs can fetch a better price than duck necks.
Dad listened to his joke and said, "This year's May Day" program is really wonderful, and many people's dining tables are probably the same as ours!