Today, my father and I went to the food city to eat. On the way, we saw a stall with a string of mouth-watering kebabs. I saw a passer-by shouting, "Two kebabs". "Okay," the stall owner picked up pliers and put them on the grill. Soon, the meat gave off an attractive smell, and I couldn't help pestering my father and saying, "Dad gave it to me." I immediately took out my money and said, "Let's have two kebabs." After a while, I picked up two kebabs and began to taste them. The slightly spicy taste flooded my mouth. I suddenly felt that this was the most delicious thing in the world, and I ate my father's share (if you are still a man, don't eat it). I licked my lips, and I was still unfinished.

Give me so many words to adopt, little brother.