What kind of jokes have you told?

When I was in kindergarten, I looked at the tofu skin in front of the school food stall (drooling). The owner of the food stall found out and called and asked, "Are you XXX's son?" Come here. I'll give you a string of bean skins. "Then she gave me a bunch of half-baked bean skin, saying that Chunchun (her daughter) just ate it. Give it to you! At that time, I thought, I wish I had a mother who runs a canteen. After 25 years, this proprietress became my mother-in-law.