The drumsticks on the dining table don't belong to me.

Once, I heard such an interactive topic on the radio:

At which moment, you find yourself suddenly growing up.

The audience responded enthusiastically, and all kinds of short messages, WeChat and Weibo were sent to the radio.

Some people say that when you make your first bucket of gold.

Some people say that they see wrinkles on their parents' foreheads and white hair around their eyes.

Others said, you know my people used to be strong, but you have never seen me turn around and try to be brave.

......

And I silently wrote this line: when the drumstick on the table didn't belong to me, I found myself suddenly growing up.

( 1)

When I was a child, I lived in the countryside, my family was not rich, and it was far from the vegetable market in the city. Therefore, only when relatives and friends come to the door, or when festivals need to worship ancestors, will they buy good wine and good dishes. On weekdays, most of them choose half an acre of land in their own garden and take care of some vegetables, radishes and edamame as their next meal. Of course, generally speaking, in rural areas, every household keeps chickens and ducks, but only for raising eggs and changing duck feathers.

At that time, if a chicken was killed at home, the drumstick would definitely be mine. Because, I am the youngest, and my family dotes on me. I especially like eating chicken legs, because for people like me who often can't smell the fishy smell, it's like Xiaohua Mall smelling dried fish, walking around your legs, rubbing his tail up against your trouser legs, and raising his head and meowing from time to time. His eyes are watery and pathetic, and don't mention how eager they are.

(2)

Once, grandma was hospitalized for gallstones. Later, I went home to recuperate. Relatives came to visit and brought some black-bone chickens, pigeons and the like. Mom, she cooked some chicken soup for grandma.

Because grandma is ill in bed, she can't move easily, and her parents have to work during the day. So, the job of serving tea and handing water was handed over to me. At noon, I will cook the chicken soup in the thermos, scoop it into the soup basin with a big spoon, pick some good pieces of chicken and let it go, then put a bowl of rice in the basket and give it to grandma.

My mother's chicken soup is delicious. When my grandmother drank it, the smell floated all over the room, and her mouth was full of saliva, so she couldn't swallow it. Grandma is like this, a mouthful of chicken soup and a mouthful of rice, finished eating. But none of the chickens in the bowl moved, all of them were left to me. He also said that the chicken was too greasy to eat. I have no resistance to these delicious foods, and I don't think much about them, just like in the past. Three times, five times and two times, it's gone. Not to mention, this chicken is fat but not greasy. It melts in the mouth and is delicious.

Grandma looked at me and wolfed down, and said happily, eat more, so as to grow up quickly.

(3)

I remember that at that time, every village would have a canteen to sell some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Grandma said that she was idle at home and her mouth was so soft. Mother asked me to go to the grocery store to weigh some melon seeds, so as to make grandma relaxed and happy.

The shopkeepers of the canteen are all neighbors in the village. When they saw me, they greeted their grandmother. I replied, I'm fine. Let's weigh some melon seeds. The shopkeeper gave me a pleasant thump. At that time, there were no electronic scales, and old-fashioned weights were used. Talk more and talk less, all with a conscience. The shopkeeper Ma filled a big bag of melon seeds with a square barrel and poured it into an open plastic bag. The weight will always exceed a little. Conveniently grabbed a handful of soy sauce melon seeds, poured them together, and said, Amin is just disgusting and delicious light melon seeds, so this soy sauce melon seeds is cheaper, you little greedy ghost. I'm just laughing. The feelings between people in the village are so simple that there is no need to thank them. This is natural.

Just as I was about to leave, Uncle Yoshida from the village just came to buy a pack of cigarettes. When you see me, you say hello to grandma. He joked, Arnie, during this time, relatives have brought a lot of gifts, right? Look, it's strong.

I was red and ashamed, so I picked up the melon seeds and ran back. There was a burst of laughter behind me, which intensified my steps.

(4)

I was in charge of lunch as usual, but this time I ignored my grandmother's suggestion. Ask me why, I won't say. Grandma nasty, said with a straight face:

"Arnie, if you don't make it clear, I'll tell your mother!"

"I have grown up, and these things should be eaten by my grandmother." My biggest fear is my mother.

"Idiot (dialect, meaning stupid), you are not as tall as grandma. Come on, eat this chicken leg! " Say that finish, then pretend to be angry with a straight face and give me the chicken leg clip.

Grandma looked at me with a drumstick, and her face relaxed like a dead tree skin. And I took a bite of the chicken leg, but it tasted like chewing wax and was hard to swallow. I think if one day the drumsticks on the table don't belong to me, I will grow up.

(5)

Later, I should have really grown up. Every time there are chicken legs on the table, I will leave them to others like grandma. Chicken legs are still delicious, although they are not often eaten, but the taste is still in my heart.