The newly married couple in the neighbor quarreled again: “I have a sore throat and can’t eat salt. You are trying to make me feel bad!”
“Your mother cooked a good meal, you eat, why marry me?”
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It was not the first time that they quarreled so noisily, and every time it was about trivial matters.
I can’t help but think of my grandmother in the countryside. When people get old, their memory is not good. When cooking, they forget to put salt or repeat salt.
Once, I went to have a meal, found that the food is not a little taste, is trying to say what, grandpa but with eyes to stop me, and then put soy sauce, vinegar what, all on the table, said that each taste is different, put their own seasoning.
Gradually I found that no matter what kind of food Grandma cooked or cooked, Grandpa never said much.
Once I asked him in private, “Is Grandma’s cooking good?”
He HA HA A SMILE: “WE eat READY-MADE rice, and then pick and choose, that can be indecent!”
My mother was also a little sloppy in her cooking.
Sometimes, my father ate the first bowl, and when he went to fill the food, he knew that there was no food. He would quietly pour a bowl of water.
And if my mother cooked too much, my father had burped obviously, he would give each of us a little bit after his own bag dry, a look of relish.
Under the influence of grandpa and father, our children have formed a habit, no matter where they eat, never picky about food, always thinking that others cook very hard, never complain.
In marriage life, it is necessary to have such a “flexible” stomach, which is full of “love” and “tolerance”.
