A migrant family eating KFC.

My son was rated as a "three-good student", so let me reward him with a KFC meal. My wife is also interested in this. This is a reward. I let my son pay the bill and let me stay with my son! The wife's words made her son more excited. She clapped her hands and shouted, "The whole family is going to eat KFC!" !

When I arrived at the nearby KFC store, it was already crowded with people. Loved couples silently watched each other smoking coke, fashionable men and women ate ice cream leisurely, and a family of three happily ate "family photos" ... I searched for vacancies and found that almost all people who came here to eat KFC wore "red bars". Maybe parents choose this way to reward their children for eating KFC.

My wife and son went to queue up to buy KFC, and I was waiting for a vacancy. Just as I was about to sit in the seat where a couple left, a man wearing a yellow helmet took a child in his left hand and a woman in his right hand and beat me. When he asked the children and women to sit down and wait, he found that I was looking for an empty seat again. He said with a wry smile, I'm sorry, brother, for taking your seat. Wife and children have to go back quickly! At some point, the man rushed to book a table.

While waiting for their husbands, the children and women of migrant workers' faces are full of excitement, especially the child, who looks at the chicken leg hamburgers eaten by her neighbors and licks her lips from time to time, even though the woman winks at the children again and again and whispers, Sit down! Dad bought it soon. But a child of seven or eight years old can't restrain his inner excitement. He can't wait to sit for a while, climb up and down, the woman will cool down again, the child will converge, but he can suck his fingers again. ...

The wife brought a "family bucket", and the floating man only brought a "children's set meal"; My son skillfully handed hamburgers and drinks to my wife and me and ate chicken legs by himself. When the children of migrant workers face the "children's package" brought by migrant workers, they don't know how to start at the moment. When migrant workers taught their children to put ketchup before eating hamburgers, the children wolfed down and praised the delicious food, and both migrant workers and women laughed. Just then, the migrant worker handed the lady a bag of French fries. Try this, too. The sweet potato growing there was made into French fries! The woman was about to take the man's French fries when the migrant worker said, it's not rare, just a few, six dollars! The woman spat out her tongue and refused the French fries of migrant workers. In a word, it's enough for the children to eat! It is enough for me to sit here. If you don't work in the city, one day my mother and I will sit here ... migrant workers are speechless and reach out and touch the head of a greedy child. There is also the house next door to us. Our son eats very well. How about calling dad to buy another "family bucket"? My wife ate it politely and smiled and said to me, just one more, so as not to eat it at home! I can't swallow more than half a hamburger. In my eyes, migrant workers and women watch their children eat KFC. Aren't they tasting a kind of happiness!

Watching migrant workers leave KFC in a hurry, I felt a wordless bitterness in my heart for an instant. The same child, the same reward, my son may soon forget this reward with the disappearance of KFC drumsticks; The children of migrant workers may regard the KFC "children's package" rewarded by their father as a lifelong treasure. ...

Sometimes we enjoy life without knowing that we are enjoying it. We are happy, but also sad. Compared with them, our happiness is more than a little, but when can we really feel our happiness? Shame on you.