When having dinner with friends and family, do you take the initiative to help them with food and rice?

I have dinner with my colleague Hongyan, and every time she gives me a meal on her own initiative; Having dinner with my best friend and serving soup, she always habitually gives me soup first. At the dinner table, I always think of taking care of each other after being taken care of.

In addition to eating, drinking soup, drinking tea, and having dinner with friends, we don't pick up food from each other, think the food is delicious, recommend it orally, or put the plate in front of each other.

As for the man who gave me a dish in the bowl at dinner, there are also Mr. Wang and his father, my father-in-law.

Go back to your hometown to have dinner with your parents-in-law after marriage. My father-in-law always gets up to pick vegetables for me, and every time I pick meat dishes such as chickens and ducks. My parents never take rice into my rice bowl, and I have some resistance and refuse again and again, but the old man always does.

On one occasion, my mother-in-law might have stopped him because I looked pale. My husband also repeatedly explained that I don't eat meat dishes, and my father-in-law put down chopsticks with a smile.

Later, I took my daughter back to my hometown for dinner. My father-in-law prepared a pair of chopsticks in advance and smiled and held them for my daughter and me. I quickly said, "Dad, let's do it ourselves. Don't clean up the dishes." The old man smiled and explained to us: "We prepared public chopsticks today", and then he picked up his chickens and ducks and put them in our bowl.

Seeing the fat pouring into my bowl again, I was really in distress situation. Without saying anything, I immediately stuffed it into my husband's bowl. Since then, there have always been pieces of meat on the dinner table passing through my bowl and finally reaching my husband's bowl. Husband complained: "I already have it! This is too much. " Gradually, my father-in-law stopped getting up to help us with food, and it was much more comfortable to go back to my hometown for dinner.

Last weekend, at the dinner table, my daughter protested that her husband had brought her food again. That scene inevitably reminds me of my father-in-law who has died for three years.

My parents-in-law live in their hometown and can't meet and eat with their children every day. It must be nice to see us home. It's been a long time since I went back several times. As soon as we sat down, my father-in-law asked my husband how long we hadn't come back. I miss my son, but when I ask questions, it sounds like preaching, just like he is always full of kindness but doesn't take care of our feelings, and he insists on expressing his love in the way he thinks best.

Filial piety for the elderly comes first. Where are our own children? Can you try to avoid the discomfort and generation gap caused by hard food? I'm afraid that only when the pace of learning keeps on, will we know ourselves better, know the needs of our children better, give them what they need and clearly express what we want.