放学了,一回到家里,我和往常一样丢下了书包,然后向餐厅走去,先是看看妈妈做了些什么好吃的,围着餐桌,等着妈妈盛饭给我,也习惯了回家被她宠着我的感觉。没想到,妈妈这一回做了我最爱的黄刺骨鱼汤,我急忙夹了几条搁在小碗里,狼吞虎咽地吃了起来,也顾不上小鱼的细刺了,低着头忙吃着。偶尔,妈妈会在旁边拍拍我的背,温和地说:“慢点儿,别急!小心被鱼刺卡住啊!”当我猛一抬头,原来妈妈一直在望着我吃鱼,她的碗里干干净净,没看到一块鱼骨头,我惊奇地望着她:“为什么你不吃鱼呀?”妈妈愣了愣,像才回过神来似的忙伸手夹起来一尾小小的黄刺骨鱼,慢慢地低头品尝了起来,脸上是温暖的笑意,一边尝着自己亲手做的鱼味,一边还往我的碗里 After school, as soon as I got home, I dropped my schoolbag as usual and walked to the restaurant. First, I saw what my mom did deliciously. She was my pet home feeling. Unexpectedly, this time my mother made my favorite yellow tilapia soup, I hurriedly folder a few kept in a small bowl, gobbled up, but also attend to small fish sting, head down Busy eating. Occasionally, my mom will be patting my back next to me, saying mildly: “Go ahead slowly! Be careful, fishbone stuck!” “When I looked up, my mom was watching me eat fish, she The bowl clean, did not see a piece of fish bones, I looked at her in surprise: ”Why do not you eat fish? " Mother froze a moment ago, Tail of a little yellow tilapia, slowly bow to taste, his face is a warm smile, while trying to do their own hand-made fish, while still in my bowl