"Hey, where have grandparents gone?" I asked strangely. The neighbor said, "Your grandparents went to the dining hall for the elderly." "There is also an elderly canteen in the village?" I think it's even stranger. "Yes, the dining hall for the elderly is next to the village committee!" "Really?" With a grain of salt, I rushed to the edge of the village Committee and smelled the smell of the food from a distance.

"Here, here!" I call my parents and my brother.

I saw a few golden characters written on the door: "Shuangxi Village Senior Dining Hall." Standing outside the door, you can clearly hear the laughter coming from inside.

When I walked in, I saw that the dining hall was decorated in a simple atmosphere. Anchor chandeliers are hung from the ceiling made of bronze plates, and signs with the names of all the old people are embedded on the walls with white tiles. The red-brown square tables and black benches lined up against the wall were painted shiny. The pillars made of solid wood are antique, and the dragons carved on the pillars are lifelike, as if they were going to fly into the sky from the pillars. The whole canteen is very clean and tidy, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling of home.

What is striking is the grandparents waiting in line to cook. They, due to years of hard work, are all white-haired, hunchbacked, high and low, like rolling peaks. The flowing years have mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on their faces. It's just that my eyes are still full of expectation. Grandparents who cook well, the wrinkles on their faces smile into blooming chrysanthemums; The people in line craned their necks, put their heads together and asked curiously, "What's delicious today?" That looks really like our eight or nine-year-old children, and I can't help laughing.

I lay on the bar and looked inside. Wow! The dishes are quite rich. There are: braised chicken legs and steamed small yellow croaker; Vegetables include: tofu, wax gourd, yam, eggplant and so on.

Look at the dining table again. Some are eating chicken legs with relish; Some mix tofu and wax gourd in rice and eat the dishes upside down; Some end up with bowls, gulp soup and make a "yum" sound; Others, after dinner, are all at home smoking a cigarette, crossing their legs and chatting leisurely. Smiles are written on their faces, full of satisfying happiness.

I asked my grandparents how they felt. Grandpa said naughtily, "Well! Better than your grandmother. " My grandmother settled accounts with me: how much is a chicken leg, how much is a yellow croaker, and vegetables. Both meat and vegetables cost about ten yuan. Then squint, put your mouth close to my ear and say, "Just two dollars. Do you think we have made a profit? " Say that finish, ha ha ha laugh.

An old man with glasses shook his head and wrote a poem on the spot: "The party's policy is good and the canteen is full." Development can be enjoyed, and old age can be relied on! "Laughter suddenly broke out in the restaurant.