"Ding ding ding ding ding..." The mother with delicate cheeks knocked on her rice bowl and spread her arms, while the bald and bearded father sat firmly on the stool as if he was flying with his round belly. .

"Huh? Where is my son?" Dad shouted, blowing his beard. "It's in the study room," the mother said as she put the chopsticks down. "Go and call this boy quickly. This time he has an ironclad order." The father glared at his mother helplessly, and then put the colorful dishes on the table. I glanced around, then looked at the white steam rising from the bowls of vegetables, took a deep breath of the fragrance, and then helplessly got up and "headed" to the bedroom.

Gently opening the door, I saw my naughty hedgehog-headed son reading a lively and interesting storybook with relish. "Let's go eat and read the book later." Dad urged kindly. "No, no! Just look at it, one minute, just one minute...two minutes is enough, two minutes..." The son still didn't get up, and prayed to his father again. "No - OK - hurry up - go - eat - food -" the bald father made a "trumpet" with his hands and shouted to his son. The son had to straighten up and fixate his eyes on the article for a long time before reluctantly leaving. He walked out of the study, but he didn't expect that--his father would never come back when he left!

The son had just left the room with his front feet and had just touched the boundary of the dining room with his back feet. Unexpectedly, his childlike father had already been "captured" by this book. He leaned down, his dark beard hung down, and the thick fat on his belly hung down. His eyes were fixed on the book, getting closer and closer, and his eyes became rounder.

The son sat on the bench, and the mother filled bowls of hot rice. As soon as mother and son were about to start, Monk Zhang Er was confused again. "Where is your dad?" Mom asked her son. "Well - he..." The son was fascinated by the variety of dishes, inhaling the aroma with his nose, and obviously didn't answer well. "Answer well!" Mother yelled, "Oh, oh, oh. He seems to be in the room..." "Go find him quickly!" Mother shouted. The son looked at the cute white rice, the smiling cabbage, the shy carrots, the smiling red peppers... Everyone seemed to be saying to her: "Go find it quickly, and come and enjoy us when you come back." The son will " He quickly wiped away the saliva that flowed down three thousand feet, and got ready to go find his father angrily.

There is no kitchen; there is no living room; there is no storage room; there is no son’s bedroom; there is no father’s bedroom; there is no study room… Yes! The son stood at the door of the study room, and the sight in front of him was really jaw-dropping: the father held his cheeks with both hands, his long and short beard hung down, and his big, cheerful eyes kept turning left and right, bulging. Their big belly is close to the ground, and their legs are swinging back and forth...

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There is only one sentence to describe them; like son, like father.

Fifth grade of Chengnan Primary School: Dream Smile

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