"Come on, let's eat. Don't just talk. Go wash your hands. The meal is ready." At this time, the mother's voice came from the restaurant.
"Come on, let's go eat." Dad stood up and took the lead in walking over.
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"Come on, eat more, son. You are on your own outside, how can you not eat more? Come on, taste your mother's dish again." At the dinner table, he heard his mother muttering.
"All right, mom, I really can't eat anymore." Looking at the food in the bowl, a long-lost warmth rippled in his heart.
"How can you do that? Look at you. You eat so little. You must eat more. Otherwise, your girlfriend will cook so delicious that you don't want to miss my wife's food." Her mother began to be jealous.
"Mom." I was convinced. Maybe all the world's mothers were like thi
