The story at the dinner table is a composition on this topic.

At the dinner table, I have many shortcomings, such as slurred speech, picky eaters, eating while watching TV, and leaking chin … but now I try to correct it.

I don't like eating fish. I remember one time, my mother cooked braised fish with delicious color and flavor, but I just glanced at the braised fish plate, and I only ate other dishes. I didn't touch the braised fish plate at all. My mother gave me a small piece of fish because she thought I didn't eat fish. Suddenly, mom's cell phone rang. When my mother went to the room to get her mobile phone, I ran into the kitchen and threw the small piece of fish into the trash can, thinking it would be all right. I had a delicious meal with my mother. My mother went to the kitchen with a bowl and accidentally saw a small piece of fish in the trash can. I have to admit what I did. As a result, I ate a big piece of fish.

I have another shortcoming: my chin is missing. Every time I eat a good meal, I "clean the battlefield", and some rice grains appear from time to time in the bowl. I secretly made up my mind to correct this bad habit. Sure enough, many things happen and I finally corrected this bad habit. I finally don't want to "clean the battlefield" after dinner.

Finally, I corrected all the shortcomings at the dinner table. Yeah!

Stories on the dining table

One day, when my whole family was having dinner happily, I ate quickly in order to go out to play. Grandpa saw it and stared at me seriously, asking me to pick it up. I feel dirty, so I don't want to say, "How dirty it is to spill it on the table!" How to eat! Besides, I didn't mean to. Grandpa said, "haven't you learned the poem" weeding "?The grain was obtained by the farmer's uncle who braved the hot weather with his back to the loess in the sky. It's hard to get it. Did you see that the farmer's uncle's blood and sweat were all in vain? In the past, we didn't have enough food and warm clothes, so we were not as good as cattle and horses. I had to go out to help adults when I was very young. Now you live a happy life and don't know how to cherish it. " After listening to grandpa's words, my face flushed and I quickly picked up the rice scattered on the table and ate it. I will never forget that day. I will never waste food again. The dining table is always clean, and there is nothing left in the bowl, which forms a good habit of thrift.

Stories on the dining table

Hey! I smelled a delicious meal as soon as I entered the room today. I looked into the kitchen. Dad, who never cooks, actually cooked today. what do you think? I asked my father curiously, "Dad, why did you think of cooking today?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm master chef. I have guests coming today. Of course, I want to show my talent as a chef! " "He waved and said," You two go and clean the house. "My mother and I obediently tidy up the house, can't wait to see how dad's craft.

"Ding, Ding ..." The doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw several uncles coming. Father asked them to sit down, and mother quickly took out drinks to entertain them. The dishes were served, including potato chips, chicken legs, beef, ducks ... all my favorite dishes on the table made my mouth water. I can't wait to eat on my desk. Dad can score 80 points just by looking at the food.

Everyone is moving. I picked up a piece of shredded potato, ah! It is delicious. It seems that dad doesn't cook at ordinary times, so he is burying talents. I saw a plate of chicken legs swept away, and several dishes next to it quickly bottomed out. Everyone praised dad's good cooking. Where's Dad? He is too proud. An uncle said, "Sister-in-law, you see that Hua Shao cooks so well. You should come and have a hearty meal every day. You really enjoy marrying him! " Mother said nothing but smiled. This is what I thought at that time: What can I enjoy? Dad is lazy to do it every day, and poor mother can only try to make him say "I won't!" " In the future, he must be responsible for cooking instead of his mother.

I finally saw my father's craftsmanship, but that humble approach aroused my dissatisfaction. After this meal, the idea of letting dad go to work and letting mom rest became more and more firm. Ha ha! I'm afraid dad now regrets that he has a hidden cooking skill.

Stories on the dining table

When eating at the dinner table, my mouth is like a funnel, which leaks while eating. In the blink of an eye, there is rice everywhere in the bowl, and my mother often criticizes it. No, at the dinner table today, I made this old habit again.

As soon as I finished eating in the bowl, my mother frowned and said rudely, "Oh, why do you eat like this again?" Pick up the rice that fell on the table and eat it clean. "

I didn't mean to. Besides, all the rice grains on the table are dirty! I argued fiercely.

"Come on, be good, eat quickly." Mom may have found that the tone was too urgent just now, so she held back the fire and said softly.

"With this rice grain, waste will be wasted." My answer is ungrateful. "If you don't eat clean today, I won't be polite!" Mom's fire is on, she snapped. Seeing that the situation was not good, I had to pick up rice one by one and send it to my mouth until there was nothing on the table.

But after eating, I feel very uncomfortable. I went to ask my mother, "Mom, why did you let me eat again?" Isn't it just a few grains of rice? " Mother said calmly, "Do you know how much effort farmers have put into making us eat?" ! Think for yourself how we should cherish food.

What happened at the dinner table today made me understand that we should cherish food with practical actions!

Stories on the dining table

Hey! As soon as I got home today, I smelled a delicious meal. Dad, who never cooks, actually cooked today. You said unusual!

I asked my father curiously, "Why are you cooking today?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm a chef." We have a guest today. Of course, I have to rely on my chef to show my skills. "

My mother and I cleaned the house. I can't wait to see how my father's cooking is.

Here comes the food. How rich the dishes on the table are! Potato chips, chicken legs, beef, ducks ... all my favorite dishes are on the table. It makes my mouth water. Look at the color of this dish. Ha ha! Dad can score 80 points.

"Jingle ..." The doorbell rang. An uncle came in. Dad asked them to sit down. Mom also quickly took out drinks to entertain. Everyone is moving. Ah! It tastes really good. It seems that dad doesn't cook at ordinary times, which is a buried talent. A plate of chicken legs was swept away. Next to a few dishes also quickly bottomed out. Everyone praised dad's good cooking. Where's Dad? Very proud. Clink glasses with some uncles. After a few drinks. Several people were drunk. One of the uncles got drunk while pouring wine there. I actually poured wine on myself and pointed to an empty glass and asked, "Where's the wine?" Where's the wine "Made us laugh.

I finally saw my father's craftsmanship. However, his humble approach has aroused our dissatisfaction. After eating this meal, I am more and more determined to let my father go to work and let my mother rest. Ha ha! I'm afraid dad is regretting that he should continue to hide.

Stories on the dining table

Hubei WISCO Wuhan 14 Class 2 Ji Fang Hey! As soon as I got home today, I smelled a delicious meal. Dad, who never cooks, actually cooked today. You said unusual!

I asked my father curiously, "Why are you cooking today?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm a chef." We have a guest today. Of course, I have to rely on my chef to show my skills. "

My mother and I cleaned the house. I can't wait to see how my father's cooking is.

Here comes the food. How rich the dishes on the table are! Potato chips, chicken legs, beef, ducks ... all my favorite dishes are on the table. It makes my mouth water. Look at the color of this dish. Ha ha! Dad can score 80 points.

"Jingle ..." The doorbell rang. An uncle came in. Dad asked them to sit down. Mom also quickly took out drinks to entertain. Everyone is moving. Ah! It tastes really good. It seems that dad doesn't cook at ordinary times, which is a buried talent. A plate of chicken legs was swept away. Next to a few dishes also quickly bottomed out. Everyone praised dad's good cooking. Where's Dad? Very proud. Clink glasses with some uncles. After a few drinks. Several people were drunk. One of the uncles got drunk while pouring wine there. I actually poured wine on myself and pointed to an empty glass and asked, "Where's the wine?" Where's the wine "Made us laugh.

I finally saw my father's craftsmanship. However, his humble approach has aroused our dissatisfaction. After eating this meal, I am more and more determined to let my father go to work and let my mother rest. Ha ha! I'm afraid dad is regretting that he should continue to hide.