The mother gave foodie's son the most important education lesson.

when I was a child, I was a foodie, and the whole village knew it.

their yard, their dining table, their fields, and mountains, are the battlefields of my short legs everywhere.

Peachtree, plum tree, orange tree, pear tree, persimmon tree, chestnut tree, bayberry tree, sour jujube tree, cucumber and radish in the field, sweet potato in the cellar, preserved pork liver in the room beam, all of them are my heart.

during the Spring Festival when I was five years old, the villagers came to the door in groups with banners. The village head said it is not easy to build a harmonious countryside. We should do it and cherish it. You'd better take this son of a bitch with you. At that time, my parents were doing small business out of town, my brother was with me, and I lived in the countryside temporarily.

the boiling of public grievances doomed my miserable fate when I was young.

I will always remember that day, when the cold winter was not over and the wind was cold, I stood at the entrance of the village, sad like a poet who was not in exile in my native country. My heart was cold and my soul was cold. The only thing that could give me comfort and warmth was the five-yuan and ten-yuan New year red envelope in my pocket.

Goodbye, gift of nature.

Goodbye, my brave comrade-in-arms who fought side by side.

the memory of goldfish is seven seconds, while that of a foodie is less than three seconds.

A steamed stuffed bun shop came into my life so unexpectedly, standing on the opposite side of my new home, so naked. The snow-white, soft and charming skin, which is better than the fragrance of Chanel No. 5, is like the rising heat of beauty taking a bath, so crazy.

Yes, I'm crazy.

eating beats drowsiness. I got up at five o'clock and lay down at the window, admiring and learning. The drizzle outside the window was hazy, and I waited like a greedy hunter. He opened the door, he set up a pot to start the stove, he mixed the stuffing, he mixed the noodles, he went to the steamer, he dotted his head and bumped into the windowsill, opened his eyes and saw that the first pot of steamed buns was coming out of the oven, and those "shameless" adults were savagely robbing me of the fruits of victory.

I was angry, drooping slippers, wearing autumn clothes long johns, rushed out of the door, drizzle, cold wind, and mud, mother's call, could not stop me from running to the arms of steamed buns.

I succeeded. The fresh and tender steamed buns were boiling in the palm of my hand. After one bite, the soup overflowed.

Oh, get intoxicated, cheer, the new life of foodie!

the delicacy in the city is much more than steamed buns.

when I was six and a half years old, when I was in primary school, I began to realize that it was hard and not easy to beg for a good meal in the city as a man. 2 yuan of Jianlibao, 2 yuan of Langwei fairy, 2 yuan of large rolls, 2 yuan of beef jerky. I hate $2! Oh, and that damn wow Jia Jia caramel.

to eat the desired 2 yuan, I act coquettish, I act cute, I roll all over the ground regardless of dignity, and even at the golden tears of men, I got what I wanted. In addition to Lang Wei Xian, the mother said that it is not good for children to eat puffed food.

the fat little angel has since become the first lovely villain in my life.

I am not short of money. I can get a fixed salary of 1.60 yuan every day. 1 yuan is breakfast, 60 cents is the money for the morning, noon, and evening snacks, save it, you can eat wave flavor fairy. However, I underestimated the tricks of the city, underestimated the "sinister hearts" of the city, they unexpectedly created such a ferocious thing of the game console, I shamefully betrayed breakfast, snacks, betrayed the spirit of a foodie.

and betrayal comes at a price.

I was caught in the arcade because I was so addicted that I forgot the time for dinner. Mother came to kill the general with her rice bowl. I watched the fried Loach drooling in her bowl, and the owner of the game hall kindly touched my head and said, "your child is so good that you can pass with a coin."

this stupid bald middle-aged man has no idea what big mistake he has made. He destroyed my salary and his own business.

the days when $1.60 turned into $1 were painful, and I quickly changed from the petty bourgeoisie to poor and lower-middle peasants. During the day, I stopped bouncing, I began to sweep the streets, my eyes like radar, eager to pick up 12 cents; at night, I was sad against the river.

in the bitter struggle, I fell into the abyss of crime, and the instigator was my brother.

at that time, the family was in the grain and oil business, and the big money was in the pocket, and the small money was in the drawer of the desk at the door. I coveted it, but I was timid. But my brother is a repeat offender with a three-year history of domestic thieves.

that day, I crouched at the door and watched the fruit stall drooling opposite. My mother was cleaning up in the inner room, and my father was playing cards with his back to the door. My brother did it quietly. Unexpectedly, everything came into my eyes early. I have been watching him for a long time. With the same amount of pocket money, he is living more handsomely than me, and there must be something wrong with it.

my brother pretended to go out calmly after he got it, and I hastened to catch up.

I said you steal money!

my brother panicked and dragged me to the corner to negotiate.

Unfortunately, he overestimated my Brotherhood and underestimated my ruthlessness. I had to have a bag of wave fairies if I didn't let go.

my brother said, do you know how much a bag of Longevity costs? it was 2 yuan. No, one yuan at the most.

I said it was only 2 yuan, you stole 5 yuan, and the remaining 3 yuan is 1 yuan more than me.

my brother is in pain. I'm going to smash the glass of their house when he says who your math teacher is.

this sharing of stolen goods is of great significance and has laid a solid foundation for the partnership between our two brothers in the future.

at first, he stole money, but I was on the lookout to interfere. Slowly, I also began to practice it myself.

after all, it is not pleasant to give money to others, even if they are brothers. The small gang soon fell in love with each other, and we often worked alone behind each other's back, knowing each other without knowing it.

since then, petty-bourgeois enjoyment has returned to my happy life again.

often walk by the river, there are no wet shoes. The incident happened in the spring of the following year, when the second head of the gang of thieves, that is, myself, was gloriously arrested. Also this time, I deeply understand that people should not show off their wealth, especially those who have done bad things.

May, when the school organized a spring outing, I changed into my favorite suit, Playboy short-sleeved shirt, small trousers, hollowed-out leather shoes, and a sun hat with a small fan. Mother prepared bread, fruit, biscuits, and juice for me, plus 2 yuan. How can 2 yuan be enough for such a grand festival, but time is tight and time is limited to commit a crime. I can only bear the pain of secretly bringing the stolen goods I have accumulated for many days, RMB 5 yuan.

bouncing out the door, the mother at the door suddenly stopped me. She said in a stern voice, "where did you get that five yuan?" Looking down, the bad food jumped so hard that half of the $5 in my shirt pocket popped out.

this is the darkest and most desperate day of my life.

you guessed wrong. I was not scolded, let alone beaten. I was just ordered to kneel. My real pain comes from everything that can't be seen directly next. Mother went out and bought a bunch of my favorite foods, bananas, salted pineapple, wave flavor fairy, Jianlibao, large rolls, and beef jerky. A big basin full of it was put in front of me. Then the mother went to the outer room and never came in again.

drooling flooded the inner room, but I dared not reach out my hand.

the neighbors who heard the wind were like going to the zoo to see monkeys. they knew I was a foodie and were laughing and betting on how long I would last. Familiar friends are more abominable, one by one was greeted, took away my wave fairy, took away my Jianlibao, took away my big roll. They are happy, my heart is bleeding, constantly cursing these hungry bastards.

the most annoying thing is my brother. He broke off a banana, seduced a circle in front of me, squatted down across the basin, and perfectly tore the banana peel into three pieces, one bite after another. Then he picked up a pineapple and continued to seduce him, overflowing with juice, and he took another bite, regardless of my loyalty and unyielding failure to give him up, as well as the revolutionary friendship that had been committed by the gang.

the basin is soon empty, and I want to cry without tears. I stayed up until lunch and was finally relieved. Sitting on the table, the table is full of sumptuous dishes, just like the Spring Festival.

Mother said you know you're wrong.

I'm pathetic, I know.

Mother said, what's wrong?

I shouldn't have stolen money.

my mother continued to teach me that it is illegal to steal money and I will go to prison if I break the law.

I don't know how to break the law and go to prison, but I remember the latter sentence firmly. Because my mother said that to go to prison is to lock you up in a small house and eat steamed bread, wave flavor fairy, pineapple fruit, and juice cake every day.

I am so sad that I cry. It's terrible. I eat steamed bread every day. I like steamed bread at school the least.

after crying, the mother asked again, "I really know I'm wrong, and I won't do it again?"

I kept on uh-huh, nodding with tears all over my face.

Mother said, as long as you know it's wrong, come to dinner. She gave me my favorite fried Loach with perilla.

for a long time after that, my mother stared at me very closely, and snacks were strictly controlled. As everyone knows, for foodies, not eating well is the biggest punishment. I went astray, and my only thought was to get back at my brother.

things have gone wrong, and I have drawn up a battle plan. Keep an eye on my brother all the time, and when he reaches out his evil hands, he will call on his mother to catch him. Then, he will be ordered to kneel, and then his mother will buy a bowl of delicious food in front of him, and then he can get revenge and have a delicious meal. Tut-tut-tut, the picture is so amazing that I can even laugh in my dreams.

and so on, the dream is a long way off. My brother seems to realize that the limelight is not right and it is over. However, no matter how cunning the fox is, he is not better than a good hunter. I have enough patience to eat.

finally, a month later, my cash-strapped brother returned to the world. As a senior in the industry, I easily judged that he was going to commit a crime from his look, movements, and footsteps. I pretended not to know anything, went into the back room, and left him a safe place to commit a crime. He looked around and walked up to the desk, carefully pulling the drawer with his right hand and touching the money with his left hand.

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hiding behind the door, I shouted that my brother stole the money.

my brother panicked, his right hand was faster than his left hand, and his left hand didn't come out when the drawer was closed, so he grinned in pain. Mother stepped on Lingbo micro-step out of the kitchen, neatly without a shadow, my brother was caught in a net.

Happiness came so suddenly that I couldn't help shouting, Mom, it was my brother who taught me to steal money.

years later, I am still annoyed by this sentence, because I was beaten by my brother for reporting it. Most importantly, my mother was too angry because my brother didn't teach well, so she directly passed the penalty of kneeling and the temptation of delicious food, and beat my brother with a broom. My brother ran with his head in his arms and was about to get out of the door, so I bravely closed the door. There is no hope of escape, my brother can only hide under the big bed 2 meters wide. My mother is like a monk sweeping the floor of Shaolin Temple, sweeping crazily.

quietly go out to buy a popsicle, come back squatting in the corner, while instigating while listening to my brother cry. Alas, life can be so beautiful!

A week after the murder. Mother called us to him and handed us a cardboard box full of incomplete coins accumulated over the years in business.

Mother said, from now on, this is the common property of your two brothers. If you want to spend more money, you can find it in it, but you must remember that if you have a plan, you will have nothing to spend.

We haven't stolen any more money since then.

my brother and I have the greatest pleasure in finding boxes full of money, then cut and cut with scissors, spell and spell with transparent tape. We supervise and discuss with each other. I want to spend more time, he stops me; when I want to spend more, I stop him.

Thank you to my mother, who taught me the most important lesson in life with wisdom at an age when I simply didn't understand.