"Eating" is the nature of children. In order to satisfy our preferences and let us have a good time, Teacher Liang came up with an original idea and proposed to hold a "Food Festival".

On the day of the "Food Festival", let's not mention how happy we were! The students all brought the best food from home, and every student came to class carrying large and small bags of snacks.

In the anticipation of the students, and with the sound of bags of snacks being opened one after another, the "Food Festival" kicked off. The students moved all their snacks to the desks, a little less domineering, but more

Some mutual humility and generosity.

"Try mine." Jin Nan handed me a box of pies.

I looked at these little things. Their round bodies were less than the size of a palm, and I asked doubtfully: "Isn't this pie sold in Changzhou? How come I, the god of food, have never seen it before?" "Haha, this is this.

Xiamen's specialty is called Gulangyu pie. I picked up a piece of it politely and took a bite: "Well, it's crispy and soft. The filling should be made of taro paste. It's not greasy and chewy. It's chewy."

The pie tastes good!" After hearing my comment, Jin Nan nodded and praised, "As expected of the God of Cookery! Here, this pie is small, take more!" "Okay!" I agreed.

"Try mine!" A classmate reached out and handed over a bag of snacks, "How is it? Is it delicious?" Another classmate sucked the taste that was still left on the tip of his finger and exclaimed: "It's delicious, it's really delicious.

!” It looked like he still had something to say.

"It's delicious, then you can get more!" "Okay! By the way, you can try mine too..." Just as I was tasting the pie and intoxicated, Zhou Shengxi not far away spoke: "Yang Guang,

I know you love sweets, so I brought a box of preserved apples from Beijing just for you. Eat it quickly!" Yang Guang seemed a little happy, so excited that he even forgot to say "thank you".

He devoured it in big mouthfuls and kept praising it.

Zhou Shengxi on the side saw him eating so deliciously and said with satisfaction: "This preserved fruit is Beijing's signature product, and preserved apples are even more delicious. It tastes sweet but not sticky. The color is attractive, translucent and smooth, and it is both beautiful and delicious.

..." After a while, the preserved apples were swept away by Yang Guang like a whirlwind.

Until he finished eating, he was still smacking his lips with endless aftertaste! There are no fixed seats for the students, so they can sit wherever they go. Don’t mistakenly think that we have disrupted order because of the teacher’s absence.

Instead, take your own delicious food to share with other students... "You can eat my snacks!", "Do you think my food is to your liking?", "Eat more, who told us

It’s a big collective!”… These words could not be heard in the short one-hour “Food Festival”.