Tell me why I don't like pork.

Nowadays, every time I have dinner at a party, many people wonder why I seldom eat meat, just eat something else.

Let me tell you why I don't like meat very much.

When I was a child, I liked to eat pork. As far as I can remember, every time I go to cook the meat, my brother and sister will stay at the kitchen table until we can eat. Grandma always gives everyone a big bone stick, which is full of lean meat. Take a big bite and direct oil. We often eat our mouths full of oil.

At that time, I just didn't understand why every time I wanted to kill pigs at home, the adults would send us away and let me go to menstruation's house or my neighbor's house to play. When I get home at night, I only see clean rice fields, pork hanging on walls and beams, and bloody pig heads.

Later, when I was a little older, no matter how coaxed by adults, I just stayed at home and watched the killing of pigs.

As a result, I regretted it from the moment I heard the squeal of pigs in the pigsty. I saw the helplessness and cruelty of a dying life. It struggled desperately and evaded everywhere, but where could it escape the fate of being slaughtered? When I was young, I could only cover my eyes with tears and plug my ears. I can't bear to look at it directly, and I don't want to hear its helpless screams.

Sometimes, I can't stand temptation. When it stopped barking, I opened my eyes and watched the butcher lose all his hair, take out his internal organs and put pig blood in a special container. Then dissect it into pieces, such as pig's head knife (which seems to be the most representative), front clip, gift hanging (reserved for gifts) and so on.

Only after that, for a long time, my ears always echoed with its sad cry, and those pork hanging at home could no longer arouse my desire to eat.

Grandma thought I didn't like fat meat at first, and always cooked me some lean meat. Later, I thought eating lean meat was like eating textured wood. It has no taste. I don't want to eat it. So grandma puts a lot of lard in every cooking. Mother said: Grandma dotes on me. If I don't even eat lard in the future, how can I cook?

Fortunately, I began to live on campus in junior high school, and I couldn't eat grandma's delicious food every day. So, every Sunday, grandma cooks all kinds of delicious food for us, including jiaozi, steamed stuffed bun and rice. Every meal is different. Grandma often doesn't understand why I have to go to school to suffer because there is food and drink at home.

Although school life was poor at that time, I still didn't eat pork. Even when there are extra meals at school and occasionally pork stir-fry, I will choose meat for my friends in advance, or simply run home to eat.

Later, every time I wanted to kill pigs at home, I took the initiative to go to menstruation's house to play, or I stayed away, subconsciously not wanting to see scenes full of violence and blood.

Time flies, I grow up slowly and understand the endless natural laws of nature. It is only a matter of time before we know that everything follows the process of natural cycle, natural growth and natural extinction, and no life can escape.

However, I still don't like eating any meat food. I just couldn't stand the temptation once in a while, but I ate some.