Since childhood, my grandfather's cooking has been the best in the family, even better than the chef hired by our home.,When I was eight years old, that year, my grandmother passed away.,I will never forget, my once strong grandfather, with tears in his old eyes, sobbing and crying. He crouched for a long time beside Grandma's rocking chair. I will never forget my grandfather's hands, no longer young, tightly gripping Grandma's hand, which was gradually cooling and stiffening. At that moment, my grandfather cried like a child.。