One weekday afternoon, my mother sent me a WeChat message: "Son, are you still working overtime today?" I didn't care too much, and replied, "I shouldn't." My mother immediately asked, "Are you coming back for dinner? Come to my house. Let's eat."
This question made me a little nervous. I thought that when I usually go back to my parents' house to eat on weekends, why are you asking me today? "What's the matter, is there something?" I sent this WeChat message, but I still couldn't understand the anxiety in my heart, so I called the phone immediately: "Mom, let me go home for dinner today, did something happen at home?"
On the other end of the phone, my mother's voice was a little embarrassed: "It's alright, it's alright! I'm going to cook the braised pork ribs today. I bought it during the Spring Festival. If I don't cook it again, I'm afraid it will go bad. Do you want to come back and eat it together? You know, I You and your dad can't eat that much."
For some reason, my mother's words suddenly touched me. I could feel the warmth in it, but it was also mixed with some expectations. I know that my mother told me to go home for dinner, not because of the big row, but because she missed me again.
On the same day, the list of winners of the 91st Academy Awards in the United States was announced. After browsing the media reports, Bao Bao, with Chinese elements, won the Best Animated Short Film Award. Inexplicable contact, I decided to look for it. When I got home from get off work, I searched for this animation online and watched it online: the scenes of Bao Bao’s love, contradiction, quarrel, sadness and separation of Bao Bao’s mother in the film seem to be the condensed and reproduced our real life. The delicious dishes that Bao Ma brought out from the kitchen seemed to be able to smell the aroma, and she immediately recalled the familiar scenes she once had with her mother:
"Son, the braised steak is ready. Come and taste it first, will you?" My mother brought a bowl of hot steak in front of me, and in the other hand she took a small piece of meat with chopsticks and fed it to my mouth .
"Okay!" I tasted it cooperatively.
"Son, is my fried steak delicious?" Mom's eyes were full of anticipation.
"Delicious!" My mouth, chewing non-stop, was immersed in the fragrance of the meat.
"Really?" Mom Le laughed.
"Really! Spirit! Absolutely!" I kept nodding and complimenting while eating.
"It's good to eat. I have experience now. Next time I cook it for you, I will know how to cook it best!"
"Ok!"
With that said, Mom put the bowl of platter on the table and hurried back to the kitchen to cook her next dish.
In my memory, I do not know how to repeat this kind of dialogue a thousand times, and sometimes even a few times in a meal, such as cooking a large steak, frying vegetables, and cooking chicken soup, but every time we have the same, tacit interpretation, and listen to it a hundred times. Don't get tired of it, enjoy it. Because, every time my mother and I went back and forth, the words, deeds and expressions were real, and her questions were full of expectations, and my answers were spontaneous. In my heart, no matter how many delicacies of mountains and seas I have tasted outside, the dishes cooked by my parents are the most delicious dishes. Missing and nostalgic for them, the children who live alone.
Before I know it, I have been married for more than 3 years, and I have always lived with my wife and her parents. I have a harmonious relationship. Every time I see my wife's father busy in the kitchen, I can also feel his deep affection for his daughter. Love, and sometimes think of his mother.
The life of starting a family and starting a business is generally smooth and happy. The only sacrifice is the separation of life from my parents. But compared to those newcomers who have entered the city, I am lucky to be born and live here. The distance from my parents is no more than the suburbs and An hour away from the urban area is now only a kilometer away from a community - this is thanks to my wife's understanding and understanding. Neighborhood life.
I always thought that when I lived closer and went home more often, my parents’ thoughts would be lessened, but now I find that this is just my “delusion” and underestimated my parents’ thoughts of me. I am their child for life, and I miss me It is their existence all the time, and the life circle that is farther and farther away from each other seems to have made them unable to find a common word that is close to me. They searched and searched. I am afraid that the only thing left is the phrase "go home to eat" and become the last of them. "straw".
Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh: how simple and how important it is for parents to ask their children to go home for dinner. Sometimes it's so simple that we as kids keep putting off delays with "next day" and "next time." Sometimes it is too important, and I am eager to taste the delicious food of my parents when I am lonely and frustrated. However, the so-called simplicity and importance are often easily changed due to our own selfishness, but ignore them who cook the meals with heart. In fact, when we think we have grown up, walked out of the house, and become independent from society, it is the time when parents start to miss us and accompany them for the rest of their lives.
Under the urging of busy work and life, we often feel more about our own growth and anxiety, and what we ignore the most is probably the aging of our parents. And when we suddenly found out that they were old, we were always so distressed and so helpless and apologetic. But there is no sympathy in real life, it will force us to rush forward and not slack off. Too many times we can only see the wrinkles on the faces of our parents, and find that their hair is graying, and as children, we can do it. There are really too few things. Among the few things left, it may be our best choice to go home for dinner often. Most of the happiness of the parents in the rest of their lives is pinned on the occasional kitchen fireworks and dinner table laughter.
The relationship between parents and children is naturally different in every family, but what is the difference when you think about it? Laughing and scolding, joy, anger and sorrow, inextricably linked, tie down a lifetime.
Thinking about it, I called my mother again: "Mom, I'll be back for dinner in two days."
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