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In the evening, the red clouds on the horizon give the last ray of light to the autumn earth. The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival has already filled the kitchens of every household in the curling smoke. Inside, the bead curtains are rolled up, and the whole room is filled with the unique family joy of Chinese families.

Grandma has been busy preparing the evening feast from morning to night. Naturally, I, being a glutton, will not miss such an opportunity. I "run around" in the kitchen under the pretense of tasting food, tasting everything made by grandma's skillful hands. Dishes. The eggplant pancake was fried to a brilliant yellow color with a thin layer of oil on top. This is grandma's specialty. My mouth watered as if the Milky Way had fallen into the sky.

Ignoring how hot it was, I grabbed one and stuffed it into my mouth. Although it was so hot that I wanted to scream, I still eagerly chewed this delicacy. Naturally, my mother was no longer idle. While helping grandma, she stared at the broth on the stove. The strong aroma of the broth penetrated into my nose through the air. If the temperature was not too high, maybe this Before a pot of broth is even served, its ingredients have to be halved.

Dad was also very busy. After polishing the table, he spread it with a red cloth. He looked at the red cloth and smiled from time to time. I don’t know whether he was intoxicated by his own masterpiece or looking forward to it under the full moon at night. us. As for my sister, she was naturally watching TV on the sofa leisurely, and even threw the words on the table into her mouth.

The bright moon soon rose from the back mountain as night fell. The family looked up and enjoyed the bright moon hanging high in the sky, enjoying themselves. "Bah-" My sister couldn't wait to open the Sprite she had just taken out from the refrigerator and sprayed foam. "Wow--" Then Dad poured the long-dusted beer into the glass, and the sound of the collision between the glass and the table became very sweet, like a symphony, orderly and beautiful. The voices of talking and joking seemed to follow the light of the bright moon, traveling far, far away.