Have you ever had such a similar experience? The love given by my mother is non-negotiable.
At work, the courier brother called to say that there was my courier, because there was no one at home, he let the courier downstairs commissary. When I came back in the evening, I flipped up and down the shelves full of express mail in the commissary, but I couldn't find the box with my name on it.
Asked the owner of the small shop to help, the boss pointed to a large box on the ground that was almost a meter high and said, "Oh, this is not yours"! Looking at the large box of nearly forty pounds in front of me, I was full of doubts, until the familiar handwriting of my mother on the courier slip came into view, which was certain, yes! It's mine.
ay! The thing I was worried about, it happened after all.
I remembered calling my mother two days ago.
I said, "Mom, please help me send four pounds of black tea."
Mom said, "Good! By the way, the fish I bought today just happened to be sent to you together."
I said, "No, you can buy it in Guangzhou."
Mom said, "There's a lot of freshness in the house."
I said, "It's not new when you send it."
Mom said, "I'll freeze it in the refrigerator and send it again."
I said, "The road will melt."
Mom said, "I'll wrap it tighter."
I said, "Tight wrapping will also be bad, don't just don't."
Mom said, "Okay. That beef balls, beef balls are good."
I said, "It's hot and I don't want to eat."
Mom said, "Hand-beaten, delicious."
I said, "It will hurt if you send it."
Mom said, "No, vacuum packing."
I said, "The vacuum will also be bad, don't just don't.".
Mom said, "Okay. That tomato, and the buds, this is good."
I said, "These communities have to buy."
Mom said, "Your dad grew it himself, it's delicious."
I said, "I leave work late and don't cook."
Mom said, "Put the refrigerator in the fridge and do it on the weekend."
Me: "I'm on a business trip on the weekend, don't just don't".
Mom said, "Okay. Right, right, chilion cake, your favorite food as a child."
I said, "I'm no longer snacking."
Mom said, "Just made, very fresh."
I said, "I lose weight and don't eat sweet."
Mom said: "Weight loss is not good for the body, and you are not fat."
I said, "I don't like to eat."
Mom said, "Then give it to Tiger Boy (The son of Little Flower)."
I said: "He has been coughing lately and can't eat".
Mom said, "Then you keep it and eat it with tea."
I said, "Mom, except for black tea, everything else, okay?"
Mom said, "Okay, well, don't."
I thought that with such a decisive and resolute attitude, my mother should have some restraint, but I never expected that this time it would become more intense, and 4 pounds became 40 pounds. Looking at this behemoth in front of me, I couldn't help but be angry. After N deep breaths, I managed to calm down, and I pushed and kicked the box home.
When I opened the box and looked at it, I completely collapsed: in addition to black tea, other striped fish, beef balls, bracts, tomatoes, chili cakes that I had refused on the phone came, in addition to this, there were shallots, garlic, celery, citrus, chocolate... Where am I going to stuff this pile of stuff as tall as a hill? Anger burned to the peak, angry and frustrated, called my mother's mobile phone, the phone was connected:
I said, "Hey! Mom, didn't I say I don't want anything but tea"?
Mom said, "Oh, just add a little."
I said, "4 pounds to 40 pounds, still a little"?
Mom said: "Oh, a pound of express delivery for two dollars, not expensive."
I said, "Didn't I say don't bring fish?"
Mom said, "Oh, it's delicious to bring fish."
I said, "And the beef balls, didn't I say no too?"?
Mom said, "Oh, the beef balls are delicious."
I said, "There are still greens, so much, where can I finish eating them"?
Mom said, "Oh, the greens are delicious."
I said, "My mom, I can't stand you!" Can you just send what I want next time?"?
Mom said: "Oh, good, good, good, next time don't send it."
Anger still subsided, "click" and hung up the phone. I should actually think that when I called my mother to send tea leaves, my mother had already made up her mind, and the latter, whether I said "want" or "don't", was the same for her.
Reluctantly squatting down to clean up the pile of food in front of me, half of it was received, and my tears couldn't help but brush out. This pile of seemingly disorganized food, in fact, when it was packed, I used up all my thoughts: four pounds of black tea, wrapped in a special cardboard box, with a layer of film paper on the outside to prevent skewers; fish with two layers of sealing pockets, and two emergency ice packs made of mineral water; bracts and tomatoes wrapped in two layers of kneaded newspaper to prevent crushing; chili cakes, there is a plastic box packed and sealed...
It seems that my mother hung up the phone, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find out all the delicious food, and then packed me carefully like a happy heart. I began to regret the harsh words I had just said to my mother, even though I knew she would not blame me.
In this world, there is a kind of cold that makes your mother think you are cold; there is a kind of hunger that makes your mother think you are hungry; there is a kind of good, that only your mother is good in the world. When all the people care about whether we fly high or not, there is a person who only cares about whether we are tired of flying, she owes us the cattle and horses of the previous life, and we owe her the grace of this life.
This person is called the mother.
With this article, I would like to dedicate it to all the lovely and amiable mothers under the heavens - Happy Mother's Day!
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Hipster Little Flower, [Three and a Half Meals] Special Writer, Chaoshan Zi Niang. A cook who can't code words is not a good trainer – he loves tea, he loves food, he loves life, he loves sharing. Three points gentle, live a poetic life; half a point is strong, and the workplace is stormy.