Little stories about my parents and my grandparents

I think the people who read my blog will think it is boring, because I will still talk the food in this blog. What, still food? But the title is little stories about your parents and grandparents. Yes, because the stories’ topic are about the food again, pardon me.

When I was small, I sat on the living room’s ground and saw a play, whose topic was about love. At that time, I had no idea about love. So, I was curious that why did two people kiss each other. I went to my parents’ room and ask my parents. Only mum was in the bedroom, and she was reading a book. Then, I asked a stupid question “Why do that man kiss the girl?”

My mum told me “They love each other.”

And my second question “Do you love daddy?”

Mum “Yes.”

“Why do you love daddy, because he kiss you?”

My mum laughed and said “Because you daddy always cook delicious food for me……” and at that time I started to know my parents’ love story, only because of food.

At that time, the university entrance exam was very hard, and only a little percent part of the whole students can be admitted into a university. So my father stopped continuing to study in a university, and started to learn different skills to earn the living, but my mum chose to continue, and finally was admitted. But my mum’s university life was very poor, especially the food. The school’s restaurant can only offer the steamed bread. When my daddy knew my mum’s situation, he started to prepare the different food for my mum, and the result was obvious. They fell in love, my mum thought my daddy was careful and warm-hearted.

Now, I know why my mum loves my daddy, but when my mum told me that story, I couldn’t understand. So, I asked to my grandma.

My grandma laughed, too and her answer was “Because your grandpa’s food is yummy.” “What, only because my grandpa cooks well?”

Another story starts. When my grandma was small, it was still in the age of war, and at that time, no one can eat a lot. For example, if my grandma had the lunch, she cannot have the dinner. Because everyone has to save the food to pass that war time. So, she decided that when she grew up, she must marry with a cook, and she don’t have to concern about the food problem. My grandpa is lucky, because of his cooking skill, he can marry my grandma. What the hell, I must be a man who can cook well.

Anyway, that the stories about my parents and my grandparents—because of the food, they finally married.