I love meat, and I prefer pork chops, steak, and roast chicken, and if these delicacies are on my family's table one day, I guarantee that I can double my meal size, even if it's our school lunches, which are often hard to swallow, but I'll still sweep them up as long as they're there.
As I grew older, my meat-eating hobby was curtailed by my mom and dad **** the same way, and they became increasingly strict about my diet. Pork chops, steak at most once a week to eat, roast chicken basically disappeared from my family's recipes, replaced by an abundance of fish and shrimp and vegetables. In fact, my mom and dad had good intentions, they didn't want me to become a little fat, they wanted me to be healthy and beautiful. I also know that obesity may cause many diseases, and will affect the intellectual development of children and other health knowledge.
To this end, I changed from strongly protesting to helplessly complying with my mom and dad's measures to limit my meat consumption. Now when I see a barbecued chicken in a barbecue restaurant or go to a restaurant and see my favorite meat on someone else's table, my eyes will still glow, but I will immediately swallow the saliva that is about to flow out of my mouth. Whenever this happens, I think to myself: If the feed of pigs, cows, chickens and ducks nowadays contains less hormones that are harmful to our children, then eating meat will not affect our health, and I will be able to eat more of the meat I love without any fear. But now I can only remind myself that for the sake of health, smartness and beauty, I have to endure the pain and try to control less meat.