Tao Mengjie: We are a family

Author: North Second Wai Chengdu Affiliated Middle School Grade 7 Sixth Class Tao Mengjie

Instructor: Wang Shanjin

Have you ever wondered the question: What is home? Is it the cozy house, or the fullness of chai, rice, oil and salt and the warmth of the lights, or the family's sentence: "It's cold, wear more clothes." My grandfather and grandmother are already over the age of flower nails, drinking tea every day, taking a walk, and if I do more things, my back will be sore. But whenever Zhou Wei's mother called grandma and said that we were going back to dinner, grandma would happily say, "Good! Good! He urged Grandpa to buy vegetables while busy working in the kitchen. Grandpa would also get up early and go to the market, carefully selected, and think with one mind: This chicken is what my granddaughter loves to eat, and this potato is what my children want.

Every now and then, my mother would urge my father to hurry up and try to get there early to help my grandmother cook. When I went to my grandmother's house, my mother would help my grandmother wash the dishes, and my father would choose the ingredients and cut the vegetables... I would be on the sidelines, either doing homework or reading books, and listening to my mother and grandmother talk about home from time to time. For example, this week she took me to where, what delicious food to eat, next time must take grandpa and grandma to go... Whenever the meal came, my mother told me that I had to wait for my grandfather and grandmother to sit down before I could serve it. At this time, Grandma would say, "Mo De, tell the grandson to sit up first." "But my mother still wouldn't let me, and I had to hope that I wouldn't eat." Wow, diced kung pao chicken, pork rib soup, cold mix chicken... How it is all my favorite food, I did not tell my grandmother. I went to ask my grandmother, and my grandmother said, "The dishes you love to eat are also remembered by your grandmother." "My heart is warm, grandma's memory is what she did in the last second, and the next second she forgot everything, but she remembers my favorite food clearly, even if I eat cold mixed chicken and don't like to put onions, Grandma remembers it."

When eating, Grandma said to her mother: Yanzi, the little girl does not love green peppers to eat back to the pot meat. I picked some sea spices from the ground, and you took them back and fried them for her! "I don't have to look at it to know that each of these peppers has been chosen by my grandmother." There are also grandmothers who think that the stir-fry is not good and the fried is not fragrant, and even the grandmother who has broken a little skin must have kept it for herself to eat. When I left, my grandmother did not forget to stuff me with another bag of fruit. We repeat yesterday's story every day, we repeat the story of going to and from Grandma's house every week, we are a happy family!