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It was a sunny afternoon, and the sun shone through the window in the courtyard of the hometown, and everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful. At that time, I was only five years old, which was the age of innocence and curiosity. That day, my grandmother was not at home, and it was just me and my cousin playing in the yard. We had a lot of fun, chasing and laughing until my stomach started rumbling and reminded me it was time for lunch. When I walked into the kitchen, I found a bowl on the stove with a few white and tender eggs in the bowl.
At that time, I had a soft spot for eggs, and every time I saw them, I couldn't help but want to eat them. So, without hesitation, I picked up an egg and prepared to enjoy this delicious meal. However, just as I was about to put the egg in my mouth, my cousin suddenly rushed in and shouted, "That's my egg!" You can't eat it! "I was startled by his sudden shout, and the egg in my hand almost fell to the ground." What the? Is this your egg? I looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he said that. Right! Grandma said, these eggs are reserved for me to eat, you are not allowed to eat them! The cousin said confidently.
I was stunned, a little unwilling in my heart. Why can't I eat the eggs I saw first? Besides, my grandmother is usually very good to me, so why is she partial to my cousin? The more I thought about it, the more unbalanced it became, so I decided to "strike first" and eat the eggs. With that, I took a bite of half of the egg and chewed it contentedly. When my cousin saw this, he was so angry that he cried, and while crying, he ran to his grandmother to complain. After a while, Grandma rushed back in a rage.
As soon as she entered the door, she asked loudly, "Who ate my cousin's eggs?" I cautiously raised my head and looked at my grandmother's serious face, feeling a little scared. But I plucked up the courage and whispered, "I...... I ate. When my grandmother heard that I had eaten the eggs, she was furious. She came over, grabbed my ear, and reprimanded me loudly, "You gluttonous cat! How can you eat your cousin's eggs? Don't you know it's for him to eat? "I was so hurt by my grandmother that tears rolled in my eyes. But I couldn't hold back from crying, because I knew that if I did, it would be even more humiliating.
Just then, my father walked in from outside. When he saw this scene, he hurriedly walked over to relieve the siege and said, "Mom, don't fight, don't fight!" The child is still young and ignorant! Then he turned to me and said, "Son, do you know that you are wrong?" I nodded and whispered, "Got it." When my father saw this, he said to my grandmother, "Mom, I think this matter will be over!" Anyway, the eggs are eaten, and it won't help to beat the child again! Otherwise, let's stew that hen and drink the soup! When Grandma heard that she was going to stew the hen and drink the soup, she immediately became anxious. She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "That's not good!" That hen is our baby! How can you just stew and drink soup? The father smiled and said, "Mom! Don't feel sorry for that hen! Anyway, sooner or later, it's going to be slaughtered and eaten! Now it's time to take this opportunity to stew it and drink the soup, which can be regarded as a punishment for the child! Grandma listened to her father's words, and although she was a little reluctant, she finally nodded and agreed. So that afternoon, we had an extra pot of fragrant hen soup in our house.
When I was 5 years old, I ate my cousin's eggs by mistake, my grandmother beat me, and my father said, "I stewed the hen and drank the soup, what do you think about such a thing?"