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It really tastes like me.

A bowl of noodles in the early morning is really refreshing.

My favorite thing to eat is my grandfather's noodles, put a lump of raw lard, garnish with a handful of green green onions, and then pour the steaming noodles into it and stir, it looks so ordinary, but it tastes so delicious!

When I was a child, when I went to my grandfather's house, if I didn't have breakfast, I would have to eat a bowl of noodles, and when I saw my grandfather happily walking into the kitchen, I would happily jump up and down despite my hunger.

I used to force my mother to get up early to make noodles to eat, and my mother put salt in the noodles and put some vegetables into them, which was really varied, but as soon as I entered it, I felt that it was not comparable to my grandfather's noodles, so I forced a few mouthfuls and hurried things, and then commented on the two, thinking that my grandfather's noodles were delicious, and my mother was helpless, so she often took me to my grandfather's house to satisfy my love for "grandfather's noodles".

I often eat noodles with my sister, and both of us are full of praise for "grandpa noodles", and they usually need two bowls to be satisfied. I asked my grandfather, "Did you put anything in your noodles?"

It tastes so good! Grandpa smiled and didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, and asked my sister, she didn't know what she put in, but it did taste good, and now I seem to understand a little, what makes that noodles so delicious is not the white lard or the green green onions, but what is it?

I think of the photo with my grandfather, who was smiling and smiling on the chair, enjoying the sun, and I was standing behind the chair, hugging my grandfather and his grandmother to his right, and there was a warm feeling.

When I came to my grandfather's house again, I asked him to make a bowl of noodles, and my grandfather still looked at me with a smile, and my grandfather said, "I don't know why you love to eat my noodles so much!" As if complaining about me, I burst out laughing.

Indeed, what makes that noodle delicious is my grandfather's love!

The taste of my grandfather's love is integrated into that bowl of noodles, which makes me have a long aftertaste ......

What are you doing here? Come on, get in! With that, my mother helped me take off my school bag.

Mother! I suddenly threw myself into my mother's arms and sobbed quietly, feeling indescribably wronged. My mother seemed helpless at my sudden intimacy.

Child, what's wrong, what do you have to tell your mother! Mom stroked my head and said softly, "Child, Mom knows, because of the midterm exams these days, I see that you have been in a bad mood, did you fail in the exam?" She wiped my tears and touched my face lovingly.

The cold wind blows, and the moonlight is warm.

Let's go inside and eat! I tugged at my mother's arm, feeling a little confused. For this meal, I ate very little. Mom didn't push me to eat as much as usual. I sat quietly at my desk, took out the exam papers, looked at the red crosses, and shook my head in frustration.