Everyone's happiness has its own color and taste.
I remember that it was forty years ago, but it remains in my mind to this day, never forgotten, and unforgettable, because it is the taste of happiness, evocative, and difficult to give up.
I was in junior high school.
One day, my father went to the banquet and brought me back a table of fried ribs (at that time, there were eight pieces on the table, and the people at the table were one piece), and I was very strange, so I asked my father, one for each person, how did you take it all?
My father smiled and said, I don't have to take it, today we are sitting together, several of them are your school teachers (our home is closer to the school, my father was still in charge of collecting school utilities, and I am more familiar with the teacher), I took my share, said to bring you back, they said there were no children, they gave it to me.
My face turned red at once, my dad also, I am not a child anymore, you say bring me back, the teachers do not laugh? (At that time, my grades were passable, and I was often on the podium.
My father looked at me and said, it's okay, they all understand, they can eat if they like, and they will bring it back to you later. (In that era, eating meat was a very luxurious thing)
Can't help the delicious temptation I no longer care about anything, happy began to enjoy, but this time the ribs are different from the past, this time the ribs are particularly fragrant, especially delicious, let me have been reminiscing until now.
Everyone is pursuing happiness, what is happiness? On that occasion, happiness was the fried ribs brought back by my father, and it was the fried ribs that contained my father's spoiled love for me!
Dear friends, what is the taste of love in your memories? Welcome to share together.