一桌子的饭菜,在一双筷子蚂蚁搬家似的搬运中,几乎都转移到了我的碗里。最后,在我鼓着饱胀的肚皮躺在沙发上、打着饱嗝感慨好饱的时候,水果又放到了面前。我开始拒绝,说:“我不吃,我不吃水果了,已经太饱了。”五分钟后。她说:“你吃点吧。”我继续拒绝,说:“我不吃了,我饱了。”五分钟后。她又来了,说:“吃点不?”“吃不下了。”我再次拒绝。再过五分钟。她还来,说:“吃点嘛,这个特别好吃。”……这是每次回家后,我 A table of food, moving in a pair of chopsticks like ants moving, almost all transferred to my bowl. Finally, when I was lying on the couch with my belly full of coughs and feeling full of belch, the fruit was put in front again. I started to refuse, saying: “I do not eat, I do not eat fruit, I’m over full.” Five minutes later. She said: “You eat it. ” I continue to refuse, saying: “I do not eat, I am full. ” Five minutes later. She came again and said: “Not eating?” “I can not eat anymore.” I refuse again. Another five minutes. She also said, “Eat something, this one is particularly delicious.” "This is every time I go home, I