However, after that eventful autumn, when cauliflower is ripe, I have no luxury to eat cauliflower, and I know that my "special treatment" has disappeared.
That late autumn evening, when I hurried home from school, my hands and feet were numb with cold and my nose was red. I can't wait to push through the door and see my mother cooking. I threw my schoolbag on the chair and ran to my mother to warm my hands. My mother gave me a warm hand and said with a smile:
"Tingting, guess what's fried in the pot?"
I blurted out "cabbage" without thinking. I thought: what else can I fry besides cabbage? ! Surprisingly, my mother shook her head and said:
"no".
No? What is that? I wonder. "Whatever it is, as long as it's delicious. Your daughter likes to eat everything anyway. "
Mom smiled, stroked my head and said:
"It's your favorite cauliflower."
"What, cauliflower?" I put my arms around my mother's neck happily and couldn't believe my ears. In the past six months, I have never bought any food at home except Chinese cabbage and radish. At this time, the food has been fried, and my mother asked me to eat it while it was hot. As I munched, I asked in a vague voice:
"Mom, where did this come from?"
Eat it first.
The delicious cauliflower was too tempting for a child who had just turned twelve, so I stopped asking questions and just bowed my head and ate. In a short time, I ate all the cauliflower that had just covered the bottom of the pot. When I was reluctant to put down my chopsticks, I was surprised to find that my mother was hurriedly wiping away the tears in the corner of my eyes. I panicked. "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing. Is the food delicious?"
"Delicious, but this dish is … is … where did it come from?" I couldn't help asking again. Mother sighed, and her eyes were full of crystal tears.
"Your father picked this up from the roadside."
"Ah?" I opened my mouth wide in surprise and felt sick in my stomach.
"I don't know who saw that cauliflower with many bugs on it, and it was small and threw it on the side of the road. It happened that your father passed by and knew that you loved it, and there was no money to buy it for you at home, so he picked it up. "
I sat there stupefied, not knowing what to say. It took me a long time to remember that the cauliflower I just ate was really very small. It has been five years since this incident, but the impression it left me is as clear as yesterday. In such a mature season of cauliflower, the shadow of cauliflower can be seen everywhere. Every time I see it, I will have an unspeakable sadness in my heart. And when I eat at school, I often can't help but order a cauliflower, although I know that it doesn't taste like it used to. I'm afraid I can't eat cauliflower as delicious as in previous years in this life!