Filial Piety in Liquid Form

I love my parents. Seriously you all know that. But sometimes I wonder if my parents are smoking crack. Well, not really my dad, but my mom makes me wonder sometimes.

Breakfast conversation:

"Oh good you're home. Do you want breakfast?"

"No, I have to go to work. I'll just have some coffee."

"You need to eat, you never eat. EAT!"

"Okay, I'll eat. What are we eating?"

"Soup and rice."

"Uh...mom we ate soup and rice yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. Can we have somethings that's not soup and rice?"

"Okay. Here's soup. You don't get rice."

"Okay, that's different thanks mom. Can I have some coffee?"

"No. Only soup. See different!"

Yeah, if you need to lose weight come stay with my parents. I've lost 5 lbs on the soup and rice diet AND my burps now smell like kimchi, garlic, and ewwww, maybe some yuck mixed in.

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE FEED ME NOT SOUP AND RICE???

I'm so spoiled but it's okay, because my parents torture me in exchange for pampering me.