Honey tomatoes

As a post-80s born and raised in the countryside, the life in the countryside when he was young was not as rich as in the current countryside, and grain and vegetables were not lacking because they were grown at home. Fruit or something, it takes a long time to eat once, and even sometimes in order to spend less money, the mother will buy some tail goods or not fresh fruits that have begun to wrinkle at home, but it is still very happy!

Fortunately, the place where I live is a vegetable farmer who grows vegetables and sells vegetables for a living, in order to sell vegetables at a good price in the morning market, they all have vegetable greenhouses, often planted with some ordinary eggplants, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers and the like, here there are tomatoes and cucumbers that can be eaten as fruits, which is also a lack of fruit. At that time, tomatoes and cucumbers were not eaten less.

My favorite is tomatoes mixed with sugar! The granules of white sugar are dissolved in the red flesh, the sweet and sour taste, in the summer to eat a bite, feel more than any ice cream now, the best is the last remaining soup, if there are a few children in the family, must rush to drink.

My family is not a vegetable farmer, and I only grow vegetables for myself, not for the sake of being pulled to the market to sell, so there is no vegetable greenhouse, so the vegetables grown in my family are always more mature than other people's homes. Sometimes I see that the tomato seedlings in other people's greenhouses are already full of big and red ripe tomatoes, and my family is still green and astringent little fruit, which is really hungry! At that time, if anyone had a few tomatoes that had not been sold out that day to send to my house, I could run to do a day's work for others.

It was hard to wait until the tomatoes in my house were also red, and it was too slow. Each time it was one or two, and I had to slowly watch its red go from small to large, until it covered the whole fruit, and my heart was boiling like a cat scratching. Sometimes they are preempted by some unknown birds and finches, and peck at the red places, which is really remorseful and resentful. It is simply not enough to satisfy the desire of the tongue, and can only look at the red tomatoes in other people's homes and sigh.

Finally one day, desire triumphed over reason, and I gave my hand to someone else's tomatoes, and when I looked around at no one at noon, I went into someone else's vegetable greenhouse. The first time I did such a bad thing, my heart seemed to be going to jump out, and I was careful, as if I was afraid of being discovered by the enemy, crawling between the rows of tomatoes, crawling forward and selecting. Soon all that was left in my eyes were tomatoes, completely oblivious to observing the situation around me.

For me, who has always loved to eat tomatoes and has a lot of knowledge, I know exactly what kind of tomatoes are delicious and taste good, and what kind of sand is sand. Quickly picked a few satisfied, just about to climb out of the same way backwards, but heard a reprimand from the host's family, and was caught squarely. The face was so shy, I simply didn't have the courage to look up again!

The master pulled me out of the greenhouse to criticize the education, and I nodded my head like a garlic, repeatedly promising that I would never do such a stupid thing again. The host didn't do anything to me, and gave me tomatoes. Just when I got home, my parents beat me up. For a long time, I walked with my head down in the village, especially for fear of seeing the owner of the family that I stole the tomatoes. From then on, I never dared to covet other people's things.

Childhood has passed like this, but I still love tomatoes, still love tomatoes mixed with sugar, that is, now the tomatoes have no previous taste, a little regret!