A bowl of noodles with flavor

A bowl of noodles with flavor, beautiful text is a way to record memories, we usually eat noodles often, but the surprise memories always appear in our daily lives, a look at a bowl of noodles about a bowl of noodles with flavor beautiful text is how to tell the good memories of noodles.

The bus stopped at a remote intersection on the county side. After getting off the bus, I saw a small restaurant on the side of the road, a large iron pot outside the door of the restaurant, the pot is hot, a farmer's wife looks like a person is very skillful to the pot peeling noodles. The sign in front of the door is twisted and written "beef dumplings knife-shaved noodles", I know, this is a Shanxi noodle shop. I was so hungry that I went up to the owner's wife and ordered a bowl of knife-shaved noodles, and hurriedly walked in.

This area is the edge of the city, surrounded by some low and simple houses, and the center of the city skyscrapers form a strong contrast. Although the county has lived in nearly twenty years, but also often hit this place, but this area is actually living in what kind of into, really can not say. But one thing is certain, in the city center people have to buy a building today, still stick to the city people here, certainly is the grassroots class of society undoubtedly. I wonder why someone would open a restaurant in such a remote place, and what kind of people would eat here? Can this small restaurant make money?

Walking into the house, I casually found a seat and sat down. The house is very simple, some parts of the wall skin has fallen off, mottled, above a simple price list: dumplings 6 yuan, knife-shaved noodles 5 yuan. A dozen tables are not neatly arranged, three thin-legged stools next to the table as if at any time back to fall apart. Although the wall of the various documents are complete, can see that the sanitary conditions here are not good, the counter is a large pile of just washed out chopsticks, dripping with water. Tablecloth grease stains, there is a table did not have time to clean up, the boss is using a not very clean rag to wipe around, under the table on the concrete floor left a little napkin. There are already a dozen customers waiting in the restaurant, they seem to care nothing about everything around them, just look at the fridge placed on a convex screen of the old TV, the picture is very fuzzy, a local TV station is playing a clichéd TV series, while watching, but also not painfully expressed their own "unique" "opinion". "

These people are the ones who have the best of both worlds.

A few of these people seemed to have familiar faces, as if they had collected rags from our house; there was another table of guests, as if they had come across them on their way to work, as if they were from a village house-building class; and there was also a couple, who sounded like they were coming to the city to buy something. Once the noodles on the table, they have no qualms about eating, eating is very ugly, not to mention the sound is very loud, but also grimacing, making me this "civilized people" is very uncomfortable. Waiting for a long time, a bowl of steaming knife-shaved noodles to my front, above the pouring of a large spoon of pasta sauce, pasta sauce is vaguely flooded with a thin layer of white oil, it looks very uncomfortable, but I am also clear that the bowl of pasta value is mainly in the sauce in a spoon. However, I was already hungry, and I stirred it with my chopsticks, blowing hot air and sucking my mouth. I realized what it meant to be hungry, and understood why the other customers were eating so badly.

Noodles do have a unique flavor, after all, is the flavor of the snacks hemp, and really worth the name. One after another people out of the noodle shop, and people into the noodle shop, which there are residents of the neighborhood to bring home for lunch, they must be too tired to work or too tight, do not want to cook or too late to cook or something. They may be the street stalls set up, or maybe it is a factory selling hard labor working ...... one looks tired face. And the boss couple, but also in the hustle and bustle to maintain their survival of the small restaurant, although they can not make a big fortune, but also can support the family, like their restaurant guests.

Water is enough to eat, I walked out of the restaurant, looking at the top of the city's vaguely visible skyscrapers, but also look around the dilapidated low-rise residential areas, the heart of a lot of feelings. The road in front of the restaurant on both sides, nooks and crannies full of rich weeds, I think, how much they are like these weeds, although there is no upright body, the life of the noble, colorful flowers, but the simple and low life is also so vibrant, in the natural world is not eye-catching lot, the vitality of the blooming life.

That time, I ate a meal of the most flavorful noodles.

A bowl of savory noodles2

I have a fondness for noodles, not because I like them so much, but there are flavors in this bowl of noodles that I can't get enough of, and that are worth savoring for the rest of my life.

When I was a kid, I heard people say "downstairs" and asked my dad with a smile on my face, "What do you mean by downstairs?" Dad laughed, "One day, I'll take you to eat noodles." "Really? When will you go?" Dad looked at the sweet sorghum in the yard and said, "When the sweet sorghum grows taller, I'll take you there." I was excited and waited .......

Every day looking forward to the yard of sweet sorghum grow tall, which is similar to the southern sugar cane, straw has a lot of sugar, chewing inside the sweet juice, full of sweet aroma, very tasty. Finally waited until the sweet sorghum grows tall that day, dad cut down a strain of sorghum poles bundled into a large bundle, carried on the shoulder, pulling up my hand, "go, sold this sweet sorghum, dad take you down to the restaurant." I was happy to follow my father on the road, we have to go to the Yuanbaoshan market eight miles away to sell.

Along the way, the sun is hot, Dad carried dozens of pounds of sweet sorghum, I followed all the way to the back of the jogging, a short while on the panting can not walk. At this time, Dad put down his shoulders on the bundle of sorghum poles, pick me up and walk forward, walk a little way, put me down, told me to wait in place, Dad went back to carry the bundle of sorghum poles, I watched my father back and forth, backwards and forwards the bundle of sweet sorghum poles, as well as a thin body of me. Sweat wet his clothes, naive me lying on my dad's wet back only feel very comfortable, smiling with one hand for my dad to wipe the beads of sweat on his neck, only feel fun .......

I do not know how long I walked, I just feel that time is very long, finally arrived. The sweet pole of three cents a piece (sweet pole is the city people always called) is very popular, especially the children, always pulling the adult's coat, "I want to sweet pole!" The adults would come over and pick one for their children. As the sweet sticks dwindled one by one, my father's money bag was filled with more coins, and soon the bundle of sweet sticks was sold out. My father happily pulled me up, "Come on, let's go to the restaurant!"

Into the restaurant, people really ah! Dad found a seat for me to sit down, spent twenty-five cents for me to buy a bowl of noodles, Dad unusually excited about me said: "Dad is not hungry, Dad watched you eat, to eat full." I nodded, the white transparent noodles, topped with leek and egg marinade, golden egg yolks, dotted in the middle of green leeks, trembling sauce-colored starch chunks, is really then is delicious. I ate a big mouthful, the noodles are really delicious, eat full, look at sitting across the table from my dad, is smiling and watching me eat, he that satisfaction, that joy overflowing. "Dad, I'm full." "Eat more, don't have any left!" I shook my head, and at that moment Dad brought over the 'leftover soup with a few noodles floating in it, and ate it, even drinking the soup. Seeing this, I suddenly said as if I knew better, "Dad, I'll grow up and earn money and buy you many bowls of noodles!" Dad laughed, and his smile was never brighter. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world!

The first month I got my first paycheck, I was able to use my own money to pay back the favor, but my father had already left me. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. became a promise I could never keep. In spite of this, I don't know whether it was for the sake of remembrance, or for the year's "promise", a kind of indescribable motivation prompted me to get on my bicycle and go to the restaurant of that year. Hotel luxury a lot, I want a bowl of noodles, sitting there, ate a few mouthfuls, put down, no longer the first time into the restaurant that the joy, no longer find the bowl of noodles back in the year of delicious, no longer the year of happiness and warmth ....... Full of brain are memories, full of eyes are tears, full of mind are bitter ...... tears reproduced the scene of the year: under the blazing sun, the father carried a large bundle of sweet sorghum, the eyes looked at me, to my heel to put down the bundle of heavy sweet sorghum, hurriedly back up my stride forward, the mouth kept comforting me: "hot it, a little while to the", sweat wet his shirt, even the tips of his hair are picking crystal beads of sweat. I lay on my wet back, playing with my hands on his neck, the sweat beads on the tips of his hair, waiting patiently in his comfort ....... A father, in order to satisfy a wish of his beloved daughter, under the scorching sun, heavy burden on the body, back and forth in the sun-baked gravel road, what kind of suffering has been endured ah! He didn't spend a penny himself, starving, and how did he get the sleeping me home? You can imagine! The sun, thirst, hunger, and fatigue were all drowned out by the great love of my father! Now, things are different, Dad! How can I repay you for your father's love? When the bowl of noodles delicious, now recall all the father to pay the hardship and bitterness. Daughter's heart, is no longer the year's satisfaction, joy, but heartache, bitterness! Touched and remorseful intertwined, I was in tears, this mountain of a father's love, how can I repay ah! I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm not going to be able to do that!

After marriage, there are children, motherhood, I like to take my daughter just went to kindergarten to the hotel, to a few bowls of noodles, like to sit across the table to look at the daughter to eat noodles, especially looking at my daughter's gluttony, always can not help but smile, from the heart of the smile, happy and satisfied with the smile. "Mom, why don't you eat? Don't you like noodles?" "Oh, I prefer to see you eat noodles, eat in your little mouth, sweet aroma in the heart of mom Oh!" "Mom, when I grow up and make money, I'll buy the best noodles for mom and dad!" A sentence, said my heart sweet, I smiled, really happy! At this moment, in front of my eyes, twenty years ago, my father took me to eat noodles in that scene ...... I can really feel, when my father went through all the hardships to meet his daughter's "down the restaurant" desire, always with a smile on his face. Now I look back on that bowl of noodles from a mother's point of view: that bowl of noodles is full of dad's strong love! My daughter's fulfillment is my father's most beautiful wish, and my father's heart is sweet and happy! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed, and now my daughter is married and has a lovely daughter. Last summer vacation to Hohhot, my daughter and son-in-law know that I like to eat noodles, driving the family to the "Xibei Avena Village". This is a large-scale, noodle variety of brand restaurants, with the Northwest regional cultural flavor, where the food and natural communication, feeling and cultural integration, has won the praise of friends from all over the country and even foreign countries. Gladly, really have a sense of return to the simple and true, but no longer find the first time in childhood, "under the restaurant" that kind of excitement, fifteen yuan a bowl of noodles, eat really not as sweet as my father for me to buy two and a half cents of noodles. So I told my daughter and son-in-law the story of the first time I went into a restaurant to eat noodles when I was a child, touched by the time, my daughter realized that I like to eat the origin of the noodles. See my daughter, son-in-law to the child's mouth to clip the noodles, I have a lot of feelings, the heart has an indescribable coziness, once again recalled the bowl of noodles: "Dad ah! It is your bowl of noodles, so that the strong love from generation to generation!

Not long ago, my daughter called and said that after work, intends to open a noodle shop, I readily agreed. Just two months, the daughter of a family dinner suitable for the "iron pot house stewed noodles" opened, I was really excited, I most want to tell the news to the long sleep of the nine fountains of the father. I was so excited that I wanted to tell my dad, who was lying in the grave, the news. I could proudly say, "Dad, I have kept my promise, and we really have many bowls of noodles! Your bowl of noodles full of strong father's love, let me recall a lifetime! Your strong love will be passed down from generation to generation to thousands of families!" The bright smiling face of my dad back then emerged in my tearful eyes.