After the math class, it rained a little, and the air was completely devoid of the crispness of autumn, but more than a few hints of coolness, so that people can not help but want to wrap up tight clothes.
Because of the rain, mom and dad drove to pick me up from school, just cat into the car, sitting in the driver's seat of the dad asked me and mom: "We do not eat at home at night, eat outside, what do you want to eat?" Mom wants to drink mutton soup, and I, I can not think of what to eat for a moment, Dad then said, "We go to the new city square, there are a lot of good food, go check it out."
We happily parked the car, dad to go to the trunk to get an umbrella, I and my mom unanimously refused, because walking in the rain how romantic ah!
We stopped the car and went to the trunk to get the umbrella, because it's so romantic to walk in the rain!
We drove around the first floor, wanting to eat McDonald's, Starbucks, and finally even trying the Japanese cuisine on the third floor, but all ended in failure due to a lack of agreement. Suddenly, my mom suggested, "Let's go to the negative one floor to have a look." Negative one floor of the special snacks can be a lot, one by one, and some of the door in front of a long line, we finally chose a pot rice, why? One is because I haven't tried boiled rice yet, and the other is that my mom and dad also want to reminisce about the old taste, we ordered bacon and bamboo shoots with rice and black pepper beef with rice. While waiting, we played a new trick on the small ticket, I found that, with a fingernail, the paper will have a black, like a pencil scratched 'traces, my father is particularly enthusiastic for me to explain: "This kind of paper is called thermal paper, because the fingernail scratched, the temperature is very high, so it will leave traces on the paper...". ..."
Just under Dad's gushing explanation, the boiled rice came up, and my bacon and bamboo shoots rice had a smoky flavor that was very special, and when I turned it with a spoon, a stream of hot air came out and baked my hands and face. The three of us filled our bellies in different ways. I was quietly munching away, my dad took an elegant photo before he started to slowly savor it, and my mom took a few bites here and a few spoonfuls there. No matter what way my mom and dad ate it, the one action they didn't agree on was that when they found a delicious ingredient in the boiled rice, they brought it to my mouth to share it with me.
The air was filled with the smell of bacon, black pepper, a little bit of smoky flavor, and a strong taste of love. From the hot steam I saw the blurred faces of my parents, maybe one day, I may have my family, my children, children will have their families, but the family sitting together, happy *** enjoy food is always the theme of life, this, is the inheritance of love, right?
In a warm winter night, in a bowl of hot pot rice, I know the true meaning of love and be loved!