When I was a child, I was always addicted to the snacks sold outside. I got tired of the food my mother made every day , because they were plain and changeless. I complained each meal at home and never cared about my mother's mood! The things happened later were what I expected. I left my home for education, then worked and got marriaged. I ate too much outside. My mother always gave me phone calls and asked me not to eat too much outside, but I didn't care. Until I had a terrible stomachache due to eating too much spicy food outside. Then I began to cook foodat home by myself. I felt the love My mother gave us once, because It's very tired to cook three meals at home every day, but my mother does it every dayand never complain anyone. Later, my stomach got well. I returned my hometown. My mother still cooked the same food I ate in my childhood, but it's very tasty. Finally, I understand that the food with love is my favorite food!