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过年了,土豆爷爷、土豆奶奶要来土豆家做客,土豆爸爸、土豆妈妈在厨房里一顿忙活。不一会儿,饭菜的香味就跨越一道道阻隔,钻进土豆的鼻孔里,馋得他口水流哇流,流成一条河。“妈,啥时候开饭哪?”土豆恨不得立刻扑向餐桌。“爷奶没来,不能开饭。”妈妈的要求,绝对严格。可怜的土豆,舔嘴唇,咽口水,干忍着,嘴唇越来越干,口水越来越多。土豆站起身,一小步一小步,往厨房那里挪。妈妈眼睛一瞪:“像个贼似的,你想干什么?”“我……我看都有什么菜,我想摸一摸。”“饭菜不是宠物,怎么可以随便摸!”
Chinese New Year, the grandfather of potatoes, potatoes, grandmother to be home to potatoes, potato father, potato mother in the kitchen meal. Soon after, the smell of the meal across a road barrier, drilling into the nostrils of potatoes, greedy his mouth wasted, flow into a river. “Mom, what time to open rice?” Potatoes can not wait to immediately toward the table. “Father did not come, can not be open. ” Mom’s request, absolutely strict. Poor potatoes, licking lips, swallowing, drunk, lips getting drier and more and more saliva. Potatoes stood up, a small step a small step, move to the kitchen there. Mom eyes stare: “” “” “” “Meal is not a pet, how can feel free to touch! ”