A touching story about food safety?

When I was a child, I lived in a lively yard. My grandfather has a big garden in the front yard, which is colorful and fragrant every summer. The friends are very naughty. They often secretly pick flowers in the garden when grandpa is not paying attention or going out to buy food, and then put them in their carefully prepared medicine bottles to boast proudly. In the summer when I was six years old, my grandfather went out with a basket on his back. We got up and got into the garden along the gap in the barbed wire. Bees are flying in the yard, and we enjoy playing in the garden while picking our favorite flowers and hiding them behind us. We were having a good time when we suddenly heard a clever smile and a gentle call, ah, wild shepherd's purse! A small group of friends stood around happily, and sure enough, they saw several solitary plants hidden in the corner of the garden, which really seemed to be shepherd's purse. Everyone made a lot of suggestions, saying that it was a holiday anyway and adults were not at home. Why don't you get some wild vegetables and cook them yourself to see how they taste? Children who grew up in these cities rarely saw wild vegetables, so they all felt very excited, so they quickly picked a few shepherd's purse and got out of the barbed wire. A cheerful busy, a pot of steaming shepherd's purse soup cooked, although only a few scattered green leaves floating on it, but we still feel very satisfied. But the taste seems strange, a little astringent and a little bitter. Smiles send us light spilled a lot of monosodium glutamate into the pot and barely drank it. When everyone dispersed, I suddenly felt weak and limp. When my mother came home at night, I lay in bed listlessly and didn't want to move. My mother is a loud voice and always scolds me. When he saw me lying in bed and my home was in a mess, he scolded me angrily. I didn't have the strength to talk back, just whining. After a while, my mother suddenly felt something was wrong. She touched my hand, cold and cold, and then touched my forehead, which was also cold and cold, and my lips were blue. At this time, my mother suddenly panicked and quickly picked me up from the bed and ran out. Although my mother has a loud voice, she is very thin. She hugged me for a while and felt very hard. At the gate of the military area command, she wanted me to put it on her back, but somehow she didn't catch me and threw me to the ground. At that time, I barely opened my eyes and looked at her, and my hair was wet on my forehead. Then she burst into tears, crying and calling my nickname: Saner, Saner, don't have anything to do with you. If anything happens to you, mom won't live. Mother's warm tears fell on my hair, and I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't know why, so I began to cry. Although I am weak, I cry without ambiguity. At this time, someone came running, I heard my mother talking to someone, then someone picked me up, and then I fell asleep in a daze with some damp warmth ... After a long time in .........., I opened my eyes and felt a white light in front of me. My haggard mother was sitting in the white light, and her eyes were swollen. I said, "Mom ..." Before I could say the following words, my mom rushed over and hugged me tightly in her arms and kissed me, crying and laughing. I felt a suffocating sweetness, and then I sobbed quietly. My mother is always serious, seldom smiles and never kisses me. So I feel a little shy and have a strange warmth in my heart. A week later, I returned to the compound. Later, I learned that we didn't eat shepherd's purse that day, but dandelion, and it was dandelion sprayed with pesticides by grandpa who planted flowers. I drank the most soup that day, so I was the most poisoned. Smiles send us light is not as miserable as me. Although they felt unwell, they soon recovered. I, on the other hand, went to the gate of hell and almost lost my life, while my mother, my mother is even more pitiful. She almost thought she would lose me forever ... when I was six years old, it was a disaster in my life, but it was also an unpleasant memory, with my mother's warm back, tears and kisses in distress. .......