I especially like to eat the rice cooked by my father. They are delicious, full of color, smell and taste. I take one bite after another every time I eat them, not to mention how delicious they are.
Because my father is older than my mother, my mother retired, but my father has not retired yet, so when my mother retired, cooking became my mother's daily routine. I like cooking very much, so whenever I have time, I cook for my parents. My mother will give me a thumbs-up and praise my cooking, while my father is very strict with me, saying that I still have room for improvement.
Whether they praise me or step on me, I am willing to cook for my family, because I think it is a way for me to convey my love to them.
However, sometimes I am really busy and have no time to cook, so my mother will come to my house to cook, or I will go to my parents' house to eat my mother's cooking. Every time I watch my mother happily put a series of dishes in front of me and enthusiastically let me taste her cooking, I will praise her cooking and make her smile.
On the other hand, my father will step on my mother to cook badly, saying that cooking has not improved for so long, which makes my mother feel very unhappy. First of all, my mother thinks she has been busy all day. My husband not only didn't praise her, but also criticized her for cooking badly. Secondly, my mother feels that she has made no progress by cooking so carefully, and she feels very sad.
In fact, my mother's cooking is really terrible, but I don't want to hurt her love for me. Even if my mother's cooking is really poor, her love for me is 120. I want to thank her. I want to praise my mother's delicious food and make her happy that her efforts have not been in vain.
Even though my mother's cooking is really not delicious, I still eat happily, because I think it is very happy to have someone to take care of my diet when I am busy, so I eat terrible food in my mouth, but I drink sweet honey in my heart.