It was an extremely ordinary evening. The family of three was sitting together for dinner. I raised my bowl and ate it and brought the meal into my mouth. I looked at my dad with a slanted eye and asked: Dad, do you still want food? If you don’t want it, I’ll ask for it all. Dad swept the bowl, put down the bowl, stretched his waist, and said casually: No, you and your mom finished the rest. While turning on the TV, lying down on the sofa to watch the news lazily