The conversation at the dinner table started as follows:

1. That day, our family of three sat together to eat. Different from usual, there were four more dishes, which included ups and downs. My father, who used to be a chef, made them all. Before I even started eating, he started introducing them.

2. One day at noon, our family was having lunch. There were delicious small yellow croakers, fresh green vegetables, and a bowl of refreshing and delicious loofah soup on the table. As I drank the loofah soup, I thought of the loofahs that had bloomed in our yard. "Will the loofahs grown in our house be more delicious than this one?" I asked.

3. The bright yellow light illuminates every corner of the dining room, and the tempting aroma of vegetables smells like home. Mom, why are there so many dishes tonight? One, two, three, four, five. I couldn't help but click my tongue when I looked at the delicious dish.

4. The table was filled with sumptuous delicacies, exuding an alluring aroma, but everyone around the table had no intention of enjoying the delicacies. The tall man sitting in front of me is my father. His eyes are as wide as copper bells, staring at my test paper. We were in a stalemate for ten minutes. The atmosphere was still tense, and there was no sound in the room. It was so quiet that it was scary. I swallowed and wanted to say something. But my mother spoke first: "Let's eat."

5. One Saturday afternoon, my father, who had just come home from get off work, sat around the dining table with my mother and me, having dinner. My father is usually busy with work and often comes home late. It's rare that he got off work early today and the whole family had dinner together. I was very happy. My father and mother were very concerned about my study and chatted with me about my recent studies. At this time, my father asked: "How did you do your weekend homework?"