Before marriage, most men like to suck up to women, take girls out to eat, and girls order whatever they like. They also try their best to put meat and vegetables in the girl's bowl, smiling and telling them to eat more. The girl smiles happily and asks: Why don't you eat? Answer: it's delicious. After marriage, the situation is mostly reversed by Gan Kun. Women try their best to figure out what men like to eat, and it takes time and effort to make it. What about men? I tasted it, but it was salty and light, so I pushed it aside. However, whenever people eat fish, meat, shrimp and crabs at home, women always try their children first, then their husbands, and try the rest, so they won't eat without themselves. Traditional virtues of women in China.
Dad and mom are model couples, and they always give in to each other when eating. Eat some shrimps and crabs at home. Dad always refuses to eat them. He says he doesn't like them. No matter how hard he tries, I don't think anyone wants to eat them. He just doesn't want to eat them. Huang, who is oily from eating a salted duck egg, is always caught from this bowl to that bowl and back from that bowl. I've always admired people like dad.
Zi Yue is my boyfriend, and we are basically a match made in heaven together, and we are emotionally in tune. Once I thought I had found the most suitable man for myself. His only shortcoming is selfishness, which is only manifested in eating. For what he likes to eat, he doesn't care about anyone, even me he loves. Maybe it's family influence! Men in their family have the same virtue, and women are used to it. I don't like his behavior very much. You think Boss, it's really incomprehensible for a man to eat delicious food without looking up or opening his eyes. For example, when we eat canned food together (I bought it most of the time), he always sticks a bottle into his mouth alone, and occasionally sticks a piece into my mouth. That look, like what I took out of his mouth, is as uncomfortable as cutting his meat. His series of actions of stuffing, chewing and swallowing are absolutely smooth and quick. He will not even leave the soup with water, and finish it smoothly, smacking his mouth and leaving me with an embarrassing mouth.
I cooked a chicken with him, and all the essence was picked by him. He would never be polite to you. He took a pair of chopsticks and turned it over in front of my eyes. I really want to tell him that even if he didn't pick it, I wouldn't be willing to eat the good meat myself. He likes chicken gizzards very much, in fact, I also like them very much. Once I put a piece in my bowl, his eyes caught sight of him and looked up and asked me, Why did you eat my chicken gizzards? I was speechless, and even felt that I was too greedy, and I felt that I had stolen something from others.
Watermelon is very expensive in winter. He likes to eat it. We are all working-class people and don't make much money, so I never said I didn't like it when I bought it back. When he eats watermelon, he cuts it in half and digs it with a spoon. He eats it with a clatter, and my greedy saliva will not be begged by him. He couldn't eat any more that day, and the rest was put on the table and went out. I cleaned the house and saw that there was still a little red in his leftover watermelon. I felt it was a pity to throw it away, so I dug it up. When he came back, he looked for watermelon. I said there was a little left. I thought you wouldn't eat it. I finished eating it. As a result, he almost turned against me: just eat it, and said there was a little left. I remember there was still half left! Hypocrisy Once again, I was ashamed in front of him.
What's even more ridiculous is that once he bought four skewers of roast lamb liver and waited for me in the car. As a result, when I didn't come, he was so greedy that he ate them all. When I got on the bus, I heard the smell of barbecue and asked him, and he plausibly said: Who told you not to come out earlier! My heart is a little sour, and I feel that he is heartless and very sad. So I said, tell you a story!
During the Cultural Revolution, two college students fell in love. The girl was the daughter of a leader and the boy was the son of a farmer. In order to block their communication, the girl's father used his power to assign the boy to the poorest place in the local area when he graduated. After the girl knew it, she broke off her relationship with her father and resolutely followed. Two people have suffered a lot, but they still feel it's worth living together.
One Mid-Autumn Festival, the team gave each family a piece of moon cake, only one piece. The boy took it home, but the girl didn't leave work yet. The boy was really greedy, so he split the moon cake in two, ate his own half first, and looked at the remaining half. The boy thought that if the girl came home, she would not be willing to eat all the half, and she would give herself another half, so the boy broke off the remaining half and ate it. Later, for some reason, the boy ate the whole moon cake. When the girl came back, she asked excitedly if the moon cakes were divided. The boy was ashamed to say that they were, but I ate them all.
The girl was very sad and finally left the boy because of this moon cake. At the end, I said, Confucius, I said that you see a lot of love that secular forces can't destroy has been defeated by a moon cake. Confucius stared at me. I think maybe he didn't understand why I told him this and what it had to do with him. My heart began to waver, and this man who didn't even understand Kong Rong's reason for letting pears make me doubt this relationship.
One day in May, I went to his house, and the old man was not at home. He said that he wanted to eat scrambled eggs. I said yes, and I fried them for you. I snapped eight eggs in one breath, cut some chopped green onion, put some salt, added some water, cut two ham sausages, and poured them into the pot. Eight eggs were fried all over the room and filled a big bowl. I took it out to him. I said I'd order instant noodles and we'd have these for lunch.
I quickly put the instant noodles into the pot and ran out excitedly, thinking that he would scoop a spoonful of eggs from the bowl and stuff them into my mouth. I was stunned when I ran to my eyes. A big bowl of eggs was gone at all. The bowl was bright and clean, shining on my embarrassed face, and he was reading a magazine as if he were all right. I finally understand, in his eyes, only himself, he is not too greedy, but he doesn't have me in his heart. Since he doesn't have me in his heart, what should I stay for? I took the instant noodles out of the pot and respectfully put them in front of him. I said, Confucius, please enjoy it slowly, and don't worry that someone will grab something from you in the future, because I decided to leave you.
I know Confucius may not understand where he is wrong, but what does this have to do with me?
I came home, beat eight eggs, stirred my tears and ate them heartily.