Stories at the dinner table

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I have always been a picky eater and never like to eat vegetables.

In the hot summer, my mother got into the kitchen and started cooking as soon as she got off work. When the gas stove was turned on, the kitchen was like a steamer, with steam rolling in and making people suffocating. I saw my mother's face was covered with sweat and her clothes were soaked.

My brother and I were sitting in the living room, with the air conditioner on and cold wind blowing. We always thought my mother was slow. The meal was finally ready. Mom brought the meal over and we ate it hungrily. As long as we cook big meat and big fish, we shout that it tastes delicious and feel really happy!

But every time we eat, my mother always reminds me: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry, and don't keep dropping the rice." It’s a pity to waste food on the table! A porridge and a meal should be remembered as hard-earned!” I can’t change my habit of throwing rice away. Sometimes I said impatiently: "Mom, you always nag me when you eat, it's true!" Sometimes I simply cover my ears and can't hear a word.

Yesterday, my mother bought a lot of vegetables. Green vegetables are on the table. When I saw it, I said angrily: "Huh! You know I don't like to eat vegetables, but you still cook vegetables. How annoying! I want to eat big fish and meat!" I hid aside and refused to eat. My mother, who had worked hard all day, did not get angry and said to me kindly: "If you only eat fish and meat, your nutrition will not be balanced. Vegetables are not only rich in vitamins, but also many trace elements needed by the body must be obtained from vegetables." My mother pushed up her glasses and said, "You are not only picky about food, but you are also not frugal when it comes to eating. After a meal, you will eat a few chickens with leftovers. You are in the fourth grade (previous composition) , now in the sixth grade, he should be sensible. Every grain of grain is bought by the farmer uncle with his sweat!" When I thought about it, the teachers in school also taught us this way. My mother was tired and didn't eat all day, and I felt guilty. Awesome. Stand up and say to my mother: "Mom, I understand. Please look at my future actions!"

Mom smiled so sweetly!

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Stories happen every day in life. So many stories make our lives colorful, and interesting stories will also happen at the dining table, which each of us cannot live without.

I am usually the "pistachio" on the dining table at home. As long as I am around, there will be laughter. Last weekend, I was writing this essay about meals in my room. "It's time to eat," my mother shouted in the restaurant. If I had heard her familiar voice in normal times, I would have walked to the restaurant to taste the delicious food my mother cooked. After a while, my mother saw that I had no sound or image for a long time, so she walked into the room and saw me, immersed in thinking about writing a composition. Mom pulled me up from the chair and said to me: Write after eating. Don't starve your brain.

When I came to the restaurant, my grandparents and dad were already waiting for me at the dining table. When I saw a table of dishes that I usually like to eat, I had no appetite at all. , I didn’t want to move my chopsticks for a long time, thinking about the composition in my mind. Seeing me so listless, my mother asked anxiously: “What’s wrong, son, why don’t you eat? Are you feeling sick?”

“I didn’t think about the composition. OK, not in the mood to eat. "I replied.

"Oh, that's right. It's okay, eating is important, it doesn't matter if you can't write well in the essay. "Grandma said quickly without moving her chopsticks. She also specially picked a chicken leg from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth.

Grandma's words made my grandfather, who has the highest status in the family, unhappy. He said to his grandma in a stern tone: "Eating is important, and writing is also important. The main task of the child now is to do a good job in study. You can't talk to your grandson like this."

After hearing this, grandma responded to grandpa without hesitation and said: "What's wrong with me? Now the child's learning burden is too heavy."

"What's wrong with the heavy learning burden? Whose family is it?" The child is willing to lose on the take-off line," the grandfather replied unconvinced.

When the mother saw that the grandfather and grandma were arguing with each other, she quickly smoothed things over: "It is not easy for primary school students to write compositions now.

"After my mother said this, in order to lighten the atmosphere, she changed the topic and said to me with a smile: "Little Pistachio, tell us any jokes today for us to enjoy." After hearing what my mother said, I started to complain: "Old It’s true, mom, I’m so depressed about my composition now, how can I feel like telling jokes?

Dad, who had been eating, saw that I didn’t make any noise, so he swallowed the food in his mouth. , wiped his mouth with his hand and said: Let me tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was a man whose father was an engineer and worked on the construction site every day. His mother was a salesperson who cheated and cheated in the store every day. He was a student. , he was stunned in the classroom every day and talked casually in class. When his grades were not good, he was used to criticizing his father and punching and kicking his son. He stood by and refused. When I heard this, I burst out laughing as soon as I took a bite of the meal. "

The meal at home was continued by my father's laughter. After the meal, I burst out laughing. I went back to the room and continued writing my composition.