我知道,不论我走到哪里,我心中留恋的,舌尖期盼的,永远是那大红漆木桌上温暖的幸福。爷爷是个很会做饭的人,每天晚上我一回到家,便会闻到浓浓的饭菜香。但我却不曾觉得这有什么幸福可言,爷爷为我们准备饭菜似乎也成为了理所当然。一天中午,我和爸爸正愁去哪儿解决午饭。我突然一拍脑门提议道:“不如去爷爷那儿吧!”“嗯,好是好,可是还没提前打电话……”“没事,爷爷那儿肯定有好吃的。”我直接打断了爸爸的顾虑,只见他脸上闪过一丝苦笑。 I know, no matter where I go, my heart nostalgia, tongue hope is always the warmth of the red wooden table warm happiness. Grandpa is a very cook, every night I get home, we will smell the thick food incense. But I did not think it any happiness at all, my grandpa prepared meals for us seems to have become a matter of course. One day noon, my father and I worry about where to solve lunch. I suddenly beat the forehead proposed: “It is better to go to my grandfather! ” “Well, good is good, but have not called in advance ... ” “All right, my grandfather there must be delicious. ” I directly interrupted my father’s concerns, I saw a flash of flashes on his face.