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8岁的儿子要吃饭,我便让他自己做,我则躲在睡房,开一点门缝偷偷看。瞧他那个手忙脚乱的样子,心一疼,双脚不听脑袋指挥,又跑到厨房去了。
The 8-year-old son wanted to eat. I let him do it. I was hiding in my bedroom and sneak a bit and watch it. When he was in a rush, his heart felt pain, his feet did not listen to his head, and he went to the kitchen again.