It's the Spring Festival! Firecrackers kept ringing, and every household cut window grilles and posted Spring Festival couplets, which was very lively. As the sun sets, I'm humming a tune with my schoolbag on my back and walking home. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother washing pots and cutting meat in the kitchen, so busy that I was sweating. It turns out that mom wants to cook her specialty-braised pork.

I entered the room and began to do my homework. My father sat on the sofa and read the newspaper attentively. My grandmother danced square dance with the radiant music, and my grandfather was working out. Braised pork is ready, and the thick fragrance wafts into my room, attracting me to drop my exercise book and run to the table like a rabbit. "Is it braised pork?" I can't wait to ask my mother, "yes, you greedy cat." With that, she shaved my little nose. I picked up a piece of meat and put it in my mouth. Ah, it smells good! Followed by dad, he sniffed and said, "This dish of braised pork is really delicious." Grandpa and grandma also came to the table. Mother saw that the whole family was here and said loudly, "Dinner!" " We picked up chopsticks, picked up braised pork and put it in our mouths, and wolfed it down. Mother smiled and said, "Be careful, don't choke." In this way, we ate a plate of braised pork with relish.

The braised pork cooked by my mother contains my mother's deep love for us. I love braised pork and love my mother more!