First love after marriage

I looked at my mother with a worried face. She didn't speak and took me back to the living room.

I was really sorry, comforted my mother and said, "Mom, don't be angry!"

Who knows, my mother snickered and whispered to me, "it's okay, I did it on purpose!"

After listening to my mother, I was speechless, didn't I? Deliberately make the meal like this.

"Mom, did you deliberately make the dishes like that because you wanted to eat the meal cooked by your father?" It suddenly occurred to me.

Unexpectedly, my mother shook her head: "hum, I'm tired of the meal cooked by the old man. I've been cooking it for two years. I'm a little tired. I want to have a rest today!"

My mother's logic made me ashamed. In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, I turned on the TV and watched TV programs with my mother.

"Several dishes are ready. Eat when you're ready!" After my father finished, his father brought some meals to the table.

Hearing this voice, this emphasis, and the current scene, my tears suddenly couldn't help but soar.

How familiar this scene was. I never felt anything before, and even got used to it, but now I'm surprised. This may be the last time I enjoy such a complete family time.

"Why are you stunned? It's time for dinner!" My mother reminded me and then walked to the table.

I secretly wiped away my tears and sat down next to my mother. Then, my father came out with the last dish and sat next to me.

"Well, start eating. What you made today is what you loved to eat before!" My father said as he filled me with rice.

To my surprise, my mother was stunned when she saw the dishes on the table, and I was a little distracted.

Because I noticed a detail that there were three chairs under the dining table.

Maybe more tableware can be prepared, but there is no need to prepare three chairs under the table, right?

After all, my mother only lives alone. One chair is enough. What is he going to do with so many chairs, and there are exactly three.

My heart couldn't help but pull up, glanced at my mother with my spare light, and wondered if in the depths of my mother's heart, she still longed that one day, the three of us could get together to eat at the same table?

"What's the matter with you two? Eat quickly. Why, you live alone. Are you holding it in your mouth? You don't even care about the food I cook?" My father squinted at my mother.

"Yes, can't you?" My mother wouldn't let my father.

"OK, don't eat if you don't like it. I'll give it to my daughter!" My father said and kept putting vegetables in my bowl.

I couldn't get used to the atmosphere of quarreling at the dinner table for a while. I knew that what my mother said must be angry, so I took the initiative to bring food to my mother.

"Mom, you eat too!" I charged.

My mother was not polite. She picked up the meat I put in her bowl and bit it hard.

"Well, you don't like my cooking. Why do you still eat it?" My father is a little unconvinced. It is estimated that my mother's attitude just now hurt his self-esteem.

"What are you talking about? Is there any reason why you don't eat the dishes in my bowl?" My mother retorted.

"I'm so angry. You're such a scoundrel!" My father can't help his mother.

"I'm a scoundrel today!" As she spoke, my mother took the food on the plate and took the initiative to put it in her bowl.

Seeing this scene, my father was also angry and speechless, but I secretly laughed in my heart and thought, what are these two angry? My mother obviously wants to eat the food made by my father, and my father also makes most of my mother's favorite dishes. Both of them are kind-hearted and want to communicate in this way.

"Daughter, you eat too. Don't be stunned!" As my mother spoke, she put food into her rice bowl.

"You're almost finished with this dish. What else does your daughter eat?" My father can't see it anymore.

"Just cook after eating. I'm hungry today!"

My father was completely speechless. He took a bite of my favorite dish and didn't speak again.

Watching my parents quarrel, I was also crying and laughing. My mother was not like this before. She was not so rogue. The reason why she is so naughty today may be that I really miss my father's craft.

Looking at my mother's delicious food, I couldn't bear to rob her. I just ate the rice in the bowl silently.

"Daughter, you should eat quickly. Is this dish not to your taste?" My mother asked somewhat puzzled.

I quickly shook my head and my mother brought me vegetables: "it's all right, you eat. If it's not enough, let your father do it again!"

"Hum, if someone wants to eat my food, just say it. Don't buckle your hat on your daughter!" My father said proudly.

A meal ended in the whole quarrel between the parents.

Mother seemed to have eaten too much. After dinner, she leaned back on the sofa and didn't want to move.

My father and I washed everything together in the kitchen.

After doing all this, I came out of the kitchen, but I heard a continuous snore. Unexpectedly, my mother fell asleep.

"What a pig! Sleep after eating!" My father whispered in my ear.

I smiled and went back to my mother's bedroom to get a blanket to cover my mother.

Just then, I found a photo under my mother's pillow, which was a family photo of three of my family when I was a child.

Seeing this picture, I couldn't help but wet my eyes. In fact, at the bottom of my mother's heart, she still longed for our family reunion?

My mother still loves us, but I can't figure out why my parents separated?

I secretly put the picture back where it was. I just took a blanket and came out of the bedroom to put it on my mother.

"Son, let's go back!" My father urged me.

I nodded and left my mother's house with my father.

My father drove the car. He hummed songs all the way, as if he was in a good mood.

It seems that although this family dinner was spent in the quarrel between the two sides, it didn't seem to break up unhappily. On the contrary, both parents were very satisfied, and I fulfilled my wish in fear.

Although I have fulfilled a wish, I have a new burden in my heart.

"Dad, in the past two years, you live alone. Are you alone?" Thinking about the picture of my mother hiding under the pillow, I can't help but doubt that if the time is ripe, maybe both parents may get back together.

"Me? It's not lonely. Your father is busy with those things in the company every day. How can he be lonely? " My father chuckled.

In my opinion, his chuckle is more like a cover up for his guilt.

"Are you really not alone? Since you're not alone, why don't you go home? When I went home, my house was covered with several layers of ash. Don't you often go home recently? "

"I know what you want to say. You want to persuade your parents to get back together, don't you?" My father exposed me directly.

I quickly took the opportunity to say, "yes, I know you still love each other. In that case, why not get back together?"