There are leftovers to provoke thinking essay

Seeing this pot of food made me think:

Uncle farmer, who grows vegetables under the scorching sun, grows vegetables under the scorching sun; In order to solve our food and clothing problems, Grandpa Yuan Zhongping spent his whole life on food research; The children in Pingling District cannot afford to eat, so they can only sleep every day to save physical ......If everyone saved food, there wouldn't be anyone in the world who couldn't afford to eat!

My grandmother is eighty-five years old, but she is not deaf, her waist is not bent, her voice is like a bell, and her movements are quick. The height of 1.70 meters is still now, walking on the street, there are still many people paying attention. A month ago, my grandmother came to my house, and to be exact, we begged her to come home.

She didn't want to come, she said"Seventy does not stay overnight, eighty does not leave food. ”

Grandma can't be idle, because she doesn't want to be idle. Busy doing housework all day long, it is said that it is active and meticulous, like taking care of underage children. I couldn't bear it, but she insisted on doing it, and said, otherwise she would leave.

That day, I was about to flush the toilet with leftovers in my hand, but I happened to be bumped into by my grandmother, who shouted: "What are you doing, the rice is not bad, isn't it blind if you throw it away?" "I justify" is leftover porridge, it's too bad.

What are you afraid of, rotten is also rice, how can you throw away food, you can't throw anything away, 60 years of low standards, the bark has been stripped away, you are not on the stall, I don't know... Seven.

In the eighth, seventh and ninth years, the ** family in our village had to suffer from hunger for half a year. I was helpless, but I was muttering in my heart: the old man is conservative and likes to make a big fuss.

At dinner that day, my grandmother made an exception and sat down early, fingered the leftovers, and asked me to pour some boiling water to scald it, and she wanted to eat it. Naturally, I won't. She actually pressed the rice bowl, clasped it tightly with her wrist, and raised her voice a few points:

I love porridge and it's good for digestion. "I couldn't get past her in the end, I just felt that after that, my grandmother was eyeing the leftovers at home. After each meal, it is necessary to personally check what is left, how much is left, while chattering:

There is also a big bowl of rice, two steamed buns, and those tofu in the refrigerator. It's enough if you don't do it. "Every day, never tired of it.

Every morning when she drinks soy milk, she must also drink it last, and she has to drink it all. For this reason, she often can't eat because she is overly full, and she won't listen to any persuasion you try. I heard a lot of such words, but I didn't say anything, but I faintly felt that my grandmother was a little troublesome.

That time, my grandmother was muttering again, "There's a bowl of leftover noodles in the fridge." "I finally couldn't help it, word by word.

Hey? What does it taste like? It smells terrible!

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I smelled a bad smell. I'm sniffing like a hound, looking for the smelly **. Finally, mine'The target is locked onto the cover of the round table.

Surely there is nothing wrong with that, the smell is getting stronger! I took a deep breath, pinched my nose with my left hand, and lifted the table cover with my right hand. As expected, I saw a plate of rancid meat slices placed in the middle of the dining table, and if you looked closely, there were still fine fluff on the meat slices.

Grandma, really, it's all broken! I can't afford to throw it away! I muttered as I prepared the plate of slices to be poured into the bucket of swill.

But my grandmother came in, snatched the plate from my hand, and said to me dissatisfied, "Don't waste food so much!" I'll keep it hot and you won't be able to eat it.

Dizzy! I still want to eat it! I was speechless for a moment.

At this time, my mother also Li Zhaoru happened to walk into the kitchen. She understood the ins and outs of the matter, so she patiently said to her grandmother: "Mom, if the food is rancid and smelly and has white hair, it can no longer be eaten!"

Do you want to eat it and get sick and go to the hospital? Grandma thought about it and nodded her head to agree that you should not eat leftovers.

I happily held my mom and grandma's hands, and the three of them laughed in unison.