Grandma has a vegetable garden, and all the dishes are carefully cultivated by grandpa.

There are beans, cabbage, eggplant, tomatoes, coriander, beans, corn, garlic, celery and so on in the garden. According to my grandfather, these dishes are not fertilized or sprayed with pesticides.

After a long time, the vegetable garden has gradually become my "paradise". Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I will go to the small well in the vegetable garden and squat down to catch shrimp.

I remember once, I went to my grandmother's house. Just when I was fascinated by watching TV, I suddenly heard my mother's voice: "Go! Picking beans in the garden. " As soon as I heard this, I jumped up from the ground, ran to my mother and followed her to the garden. When I was a child, I thought picking beans was fun, but I didn't expect to be able to work.

So tired! My hand hurts and so does my back. I really want to cry, but I can't.

Finally, my mother and I finished picking a basket of beans. When I got home, I immediately dragged my shoes and hid under the covers. I had a rest and felt much more comfortable.

I just know how hard it is for grandma to grow vegetables! That night, I ate beans picked from grandma's garden, which was more delicious than any other meal.