It was a sultry and ordinary summer afternoon. After watching a short health video, my mother dived into the flower bed downstairs to grab a pot full of wild snails, determined to use original high-protein ingredients to nourish my body. From picking in the wild, shelling by hand to stir-frying with heavy oil and spicy, a plate of spicy snails full of earthy and grassy flavor turned out. It was as chewy as rubber, and the earthy flavor was hidden in the texture. There was also a tenacious snail that still survived after being stir-fried, which left me with the ultimate horror and dumbfounding psychological shadow.
After being forced to eat three snail meat, my cheeks became swollen and painful, and a bad smell lingered in my mouth. The next day at school, I became the laughing stock of the whole class and was nicknamed the "Snail Warrior". I was plagued by nightmares from now on, so I would take a detour when I saw a snail, completely blocking this "health-preserving meal". The full text is narrated in everyday spoken language. There are no bloody misunderstandings or deliberate sensationalism. It only uses trivial daily things to record a hilarious farce caused by the mother's dark cooking. It hides the unique warmth and helplessness of ordinary families and creates a fun youthful memory that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.
Intention: Funny
