Start: My grandfather is a typical food critic. His old man’s view is: if a person can judge the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, knife skills and heat in the dishes, then he must be good at cooking. Make a difference. I know that when my grandfather said this, he was secretly praising himself, praising himself in a very low-key manner!

This is a way for grandpa to promote himself. He will never yell about his cute advantages like grandma, but choose a contrast, progression, and juxtaposition to highlight himself.

Grandpa’s cooking skills are very good. In my eyes, he already has the style of a great chef. There are many dishes that Grandpa is good at. One of them has a very simple name - "Chinese cabbage and tofu keep you safe". This dish is now It is also a regular on the table at home, always satisfying my taste buds.

Ending: 1. During this period after dinner, I sat here quietly, thinking of these past events, writing down the warm fragments in my memory, and my heart was filled with longing for my grandfather.

2. I like to eat with my grandparents. I like to watch my grandpa chewing in a serious manner, and I also like to watch my grandma fawningly pick up food for my grandpa and be "slammed" by grandpa, pretending to be pitiful. Haha, this is It felt satisfying, and of course - warm.