My parents, not to say that it's straight, but people with a sense of humor.
I do not like fish. Especially the sea!
I come to visit them. My mother was naturally at my table. I look at the table, it’s fried. I look at fish. I think the river, it's okay so that my mother doesn't hurt eating a piece. I bite and understand that the fish is marine with a characteristic smell and taste. I spit out and started eating a salad.
Mother with such a dull smile on her face shakes her father’s stomach and says, “Hone the hundred, I said he won’t eat her.”