this one? I feel too much. Since I was a child, it was useless to be treated by my family in various ways because I was picky about food. Finally, my dad told me, well, you should eat more if you like it, and less if you don't like it. You should eat anyway. I firmly remembered it, and then began my life of eating goods.

Thanks to my great mother. Because of my picky eaters, she developed a good cooking skill and went out to study specially. That day, she burned my favorite fried snails, roast chicken with potatoes, oyster mushroom and bean curd soup, braised crucian carp, and a large table full of dishes, all of which were my favorites, but I was so excited that I didn't eat at noon. I was so hungry that I started to eat, eat, eat two bowls of rice, and then collapsed in my chair. My mother asked me to mop the floor, and I said wait a minute. In fact, I already felt uncomfortable and hard in my throat, as if I didn't digest it, and then I vomited. Yes, I vomited all of it, leaving nothing behind. That taste, when I think about it, my mouth is full of sour water now.

I felt like crying when I vomited, and my tears came out. My dad also laughed at me and said that he was addicted to his mouth and didn't absorb it at all. After vomiting, my throat hurt badly. I started drinking water again. It was useless. Drinking pure milk was a little better. My dad asked me if I wanted to order takeout, because I vomited after eating. I waved weakly, no, I don't want to eat. When it comes to eating, I feel nervous. I guess I hurt myself and I didn't feel hungry that night. I regret it to this day, and my memory is too deep.

On another occasion, my mother cooked a table of food, but I wanted to eat duck blood vermicelli that day, but I was too embarrassed to say that I was afraid that my mother would say that I was wasting money and disappointing her kindness, so I pretended to be tired and hid in my room. When they asked me to eat, I pretended to sleep. As a result, I really fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and I was hungry. I wanted to cry without tears. In my plan, I just wanted to sleep until eight or nine o'clock, and then sneaked out to have a meal. As a result, there was nothing to eat now, even the leftovers were probably cold. Lazy and greedy, I had to lie in bed silently and wait for dawn. I was hungry and couldn't sleep. I sent a circle of friends to laugh at myself. As a result, many comments were made in an instant. In the middle of the night, I was hurt by 1 thousand points.

On another occasion, I made an appointment with my friends to eat mala Tang. Opposite the one we often go to, a larger restaurant was opened with beautiful decoration, and many people were eating it. I couldn't help but take my friends in. I ordered a lot of dishes, all of which I often eat. After the results were good, I sent them to me and tasted them. It was delicious. It seemed to be a soup base made of chicken soup. We talked about it while eating, and I was full of praise. As a result, when I left the door, I began to vomit wildly, because the food was super spicy and my mouth was sour and sour. It was sour and refreshing, and I couldn't remember it! I was laughed at by my friends again, and now I don't even want to look at that store again when I pass by.

There are too many such things. I feel that I just can't control my mouth and can't write any more. After a while, my mouth is full of sour water. If I keep writing, I think I may throw up again. It's really unbearable!