11-10-2025, 07:47 PM
I put down my phone, stood up, opened the door and headed to the living room, and sure enough I heard the sound of "hiss~hiss~ss~" cooking coming from the kitchen .
"Mom, is dinner ready?!"
I said into the kitchen.
"It's almost ready, it's time to wash your hands!"
It was rare for my mother to respond to me gently from the kitchen. I could feel the unconcealable
joy . It seemed that something made my mother very happy.
"Oh, Mom, what did you cook tonight? It smells so good!"
I got up and went to the bathroom and smelled the aroma. I opened the kitchen sliding door and looked inside.
"Haha, it smells good. Here's your dad's new trick! You'll know it soon!"
In the kitchen, my mother stood beside my father and was filming something with her mobile phone. My father was wearing an apron and holding a pot in his left hand and a
spatula in his right hand. He was constantly stir-frying the vegetables in the pot and was very busy.
"Dad, no! I thought it was mom who did it!"
I can't believe that such a fragrant dish was cooked by my father. In my memory, only the dishes made by my mother
are so fragrant.
"Hahaha, let me tell you son, what your dad cooks is definitely more delicious than what your mom cooks!"..
"What are you talking about! You don't know what your cooking is like!"
When her father said that his cooking was better than hers, her mother patted her father on the shoulder.
"Haha, there is no basis for what you say. You didn't even look at your son and he said it smells good..."
Dad glanced at my mother with a knowing look, and then looked at me with a smile. Dad knew that the food he cooked was really
hard to swallow. From the time I was born to now, my mother has been cooking. It’s not that my father is lazy and doesn’t want to do it, but that he is lazy. It was because
the food he cooked had either too much salt, too little oil, or was overcooked. As a result, my mother no longer believed in his cooking. As long as she ate at
home, she was always in charge.
Thinking of this, I feel very sorry for my mother.
"Okay, go wash your hands, let's have dinner."
Mom rolled her eyes at Dad, turned back and said to me with a smile.
"Yeah."
Why did mom let dad be the chef tonight, I wondered. Looking at the mobile phone in her hand, she might
be filming TikTok videos again.
Dinner, in the living room.
"Wife, son, I want to tell you something."
I was eating dinner with gusto and looked up at my dad. Should I say it or not, the braised
pig's feet was delicious.
Mom was eating and playing with her phone. When her father said this, her soft eyes looked
at him.
"Ah, well..."
Looking at the eyes of my mother and me, my father was speechless for a moment.
"Mom, is dinner ready?!"
I said into the kitchen.
"It's almost ready, it's time to wash your hands!"
It was rare for my mother to respond to me gently from the kitchen. I could feel the unconcealable
joy . It seemed that something made my mother very happy.
"Oh, Mom, what did you cook tonight? It smells so good!"
I got up and went to the bathroom and smelled the aroma. I opened the kitchen sliding door and looked inside.
"Haha, it smells good. Here's your dad's new trick! You'll know it soon!"
In the kitchen, my mother stood beside my father and was filming something with her mobile phone. My father was wearing an apron and holding a pot in his left hand and a
spatula in his right hand. He was constantly stir-frying the vegetables in the pot and was very busy.
"Dad, no! I thought it was mom who did it!"
I can't believe that such a fragrant dish was cooked by my father. In my memory, only the dishes made by my mother
are so fragrant.
"Hahaha, let me tell you son, what your dad cooks is definitely more delicious than what your mom cooks!"..
"What are you talking about! You don't know what your cooking is like!"
When her father said that his cooking was better than hers, her mother patted her father on the shoulder.
"Haha, there is no basis for what you say. You didn't even look at your son and he said it smells good..."
Dad glanced at my mother with a knowing look, and then looked at me with a smile. Dad knew that the food he cooked was really
hard to swallow. From the time I was born to now, my mother has been cooking. It’s not that my father is lazy and doesn’t want to do it, but that he is lazy. It was because
the food he cooked had either too much salt, too little oil, or was overcooked. As a result, my mother no longer believed in his cooking. As long as she ate at
home, she was always in charge.
Thinking of this, I feel very sorry for my mother.
"Okay, go wash your hands, let's have dinner."
Mom rolled her eyes at Dad, turned back and said to me with a smile.
"Yeah."
Why did mom let dad be the chef tonight, I wondered. Looking at the mobile phone in her hand, she might
be filming TikTok videos again.
Dinner, in the living room.
"Wife, son, I want to tell you something."
I was eating dinner with gusto and looked up at my dad. Should I say it or not, the braised
pig's feet was delicious.
Mom was eating and playing with her phone. When her father said this, her soft eyes looked
at him.
"Ah, well..."
Looking at the eyes of my mother and me, my father was speechless for a moment.
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