The Dining Table It’s safe to say that in my family, the dining table is absolutely a battlefield. The faith that the child who eats most grows best has been firmly believed by my family members. Due to the reason I haven't figured out, they tightly hold the idea that only if you consume adequate food, can you attain enough energy and nutrition to support daily life. More specifically, enough food keep you healthy and vigorous, thus promising higher quality of life. It sounds like an idea making perfect sense, except the fact that the standard of “adequacy” here is always set by them. Without the privilege to set rules, all I could do is fight. In this super weird game, the only rival for me is my cousin, a girl 4 years younger than me. Age seems like an advantage in this competition, yet the truth does the reverse. It’s nearly unaccountable how a girl as little as she is could possibly eat 3 times as much as I could! She seems to has been starved for a million years when seeing the food on the table. Her expression then always reminds me of the image of an extremely hungry lion desperate for preys, with her eyes fixed on the dishes and her chopsticks moving mechanically between her bowl and the plates. I was wondering whether she had ever taken class in how to eat efficiently yet gracefully, and how to make the food appear much more delicious than they actually are. ( to be continued)