Everyone grew up eating the dishes cooked by their parents. When I was a child, I couldn't tell good from bad. When I left this home, I found that eating can really make people cry.

After eating out, I found that it is no wonder that my parents seldom eat their own cooking. After discovering this problem, I actually doubted whether I picked it up myself, and I was really sad inside.

When I was a child, I really didn't find that my parents didn't cook well, or maybe it was because I was used to eating. But in high school, when I needed to live on campus, I ate in a restaurant and found that my parents' cooking was really bad. I went to college, walked out of my place of life and ate in a restaurant, only to find that the food in the restaurant was not much better.

Finally, I understood the sentence "No comparison, no harm". The hardships of life really began at an early age.

Now every time I go home for dinner, I basically have to cook by myself. Of course, nominally, I must say that my parents are old, and I should wait on them. Actually, it's because my parents' cooking is really not delicious, but they don't seem to realize it.

I didn't dare to say before, but now I have to ask my parents how I cook every time I go home. Every time my dad jumps off a cliff and makes trouble, he makes me speechless. Maybe my dad has been eating my mom's cooking all his life, and their taste buds have deviated.

Nowadays, I seldom eat the meals cooked by my parents, and the taste in my brain is slowly fading. However, when I didn't go home for a long time, I suddenly found that my parents' cooking was really a miss in my heart.

My parents' sideburns have turned white, and I can eat less and less meals cooked by my parents. I'm suddenly a little sad to think of this. Maybe we should take this opportunity to eat more.

Go home and cook two meals for your parents. They are waiting for you to express your love.