My mother is a good cook. She is cooking lunch in the kitchen. The smell is so fragrant that I want to run into the kitchen from time to time. Suddenly, my sensitive nose sent me a "report": "Master, there is a smell coming in!" When I entered the kitchen, I frowned at once. It turns out that my mother is frying tofu, which I hate most at ordinary times. My mother seems to have read my mind: "little thing, this fried tofu is really delicious." I believe you will like it in the future! " "Look at the braised chicken leg:" Hey, I'm not eating this tofu! " "

In a short time, the originally empty dining table became colorful. Look, braised chicken legs, steamed fish; Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fry? Yo, there's a plate of golden fried tofu, which looks good, just like the gold bars in Huang Cancan. Alas, I don't like it.

"Have a meal!" At my mother's command, I picked up a big chicken leg with chopsticks and ate it with relish? Soon, I finished my lunch at lightning speed. Just trying to slip away, my mother seemed to have taken precautions, grabbed me and pulled me back to my seat. I saw that she picked up a "gold bar" and said with a smile, "Eat it, it's delicious!" Looking into my mother's eyes, I lost my smile, and the cat grabbed my heart-uncomfortable! "Don't eat!" "no!" "I really don't want to eat!" "Be sure to eat!" I have always been a bitch to my mother, so I have to pick up the "heavy" chopsticks and clip the "gold bar" in half and then clip it in half? Don't stop until you clip it into a little ant. I picked up a piece of tooth that I just touched, and I spit it out with a "wow". It tastes terrible! "throw up before eating, like a boy?" My mother responded to my action in time. Alas, hard luck! I changed my mind, picked up a spoon and put it in several soup bowls, then let the tofu soak in the soup bowls for a while, and then let it naturally flow into my small warehouse-my stomach. In this way, I swallowed a lot of small tofu granules invisibly until the soup was finished. Hey, how many tofu sisters haven't gone with Brother Tang? I think that when I was drinking just now, my nose and tongue didn't give me an abnormal "alarm", so I ignored it and "smashed" it and solved the remaining tofu granules in the bowl in a formal way. Yo, slippery, tender, soft, delicious! It's not as bad as I thought. A "long-lost" smile reappeared on my little face. "Do it again and savor it?" "good!" I took the initiative to pick up a whole piece of tofu from the plate and tasted it slowly.