My dad and I are a little "estranged". It's not a big problem at all, but I do care about it.

More than ten years ago, my father, mother, and I were eating at the same table, and my father drank a bowl of soup with a slurping sound. Dad was like this before, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong. That day, I felt really uncomfortable, so I said, “Dad, you are drinking soup so loudly, like a pig eating.”

I used a very inappropriate adjective. When my father heard this, his face darkened and he said, "You kid, you know how to dislike others at such a young age." After saying that, he put the bowl down on the table and left.

Since then, my dad and I have been a bit "estranged". Later, I left home to study and never lived at home, so I almost forgot about it. During the National Day, my father and mother came to the city. My wife and I cooked a sumptuous meal and everyone had a great time. Finally, a bowl of soup was served. Dad began to enjoy the bowl of soup, slowly putting it into his mouth with a spoon. I suddenly felt that there was something strange about my father's movements. How could he make no sound at all when he was drinking soup? Also, there was no sound when Dad was eating.

I don’t know when dad’s habits changed. After that, I forgot about it.

Reading a newspaper, the newspaper conducted a survey. The title was: What is a person most afraid of when looking for a partner?

One of the girls said something like this: "I am most afraid of hearing the noise when he eats. It is so uncomfortable that I even want to die."

Me Suddenly I remembered my father’s eating habits. When I called my parents, I asked my mother by the way: "I found that my dad stopped ringing while eating."

My mother also smiled and said, "It really stopped ringing."

I said: "That day when he ate at my place, he didn't even make a sound to drink soup."

My mother said: "Oh, you are talking about that time - before I went to your place, I Just remind him." After hearing this, I felt uneasy.

I went back to my hometown the day before yesterday. During dinner, I heard my dad squeaking again while drinking soup; but after he looked at me, he immediately lowered his voice and quickly Finished dinner. When I saw my father walking into the kitchen with his hunched waist, my heart felt like a stone was weighing on me, getting heavier and heavier.

Actually, now I don’t care about how a person eats. According to gourmets, the sound made when eating is the laughter made when the tongue and food communicate. This is a kind of fun that no one can do. deprivation. At first I was young and energetic, but now I have grown up and understand that life is diverse. I can refine myself, down to the sound of eating, but I have no right to ask others to be like me.

Dad, you’d better drink the soup loudly! You have too many constraints in your life, why bother?