? On Saturday, my husband went back to his hometown in the countryside and brought home vegetables, eggplant, loofah and edamame. These agricultural products are not uncommon. In the past, he always brought some home. However, this time the edamame and eggplant were packed in a bag, and this combination seemed to bring back some memories. My mother said, "We eat eggplant and bake edamame. We eat it every day when your father is here in summer. " This sentence brought me back to the dining table in my memory. It is true that eggplant baked edamame is a frequent visitor in summer, but it has rarely appeared since my father died four years ago. None of us thought about him deliberately, and we all talked about him easily, as if he would push the door in the next minute. But this long-lost dish on the dining table reminds us that diners have been absent for a long time.
? The next day I visited my grandmother and brought some vegetables. Grandma saw it and immediately said that she hadn't eaten eggplant and baked edamame for a long time. Your father likes this dish, and she always says that she will never get tired of it. Grandma has a smile on her lips, but her eyes are wet.
? Every dish on the table at home appears because one person loves it, and every dish is concerned about the taste. Because of a dish, I miss someone, the dining table at home, and the taste of my family. . . .