The high school in the town is not far from home. All children who go to school need to bring meals except those who live on campus. It's not raw, just steaming cold rice in the cooking room.
Every student's schoolbag comes standard with an aluminum lunch box, and everyone is similar. It is rare to use stainless steel lunch boxes under some good conditions. Some girls who love beauty are spoiled at home and will prepare a small aluminum lunch box for her.
Children in key schools are highly expected by their parents, so most parents get up early to prepare breakfast for their children and carefully prepare lunch.
But at that time I was too stupid to know, and I was very picky about food. I often complain that the steamed green peppers are not delicious, or the dishes are unchanged. Now I occasionally think of complaining to my mother, who sighs, "How expensive vegetables were at that time! Just steam some garlic moss, and you still complain that you don't change when you are old! "
I can't bear to listen to my heart. How ignorant I was, mom! I'm sorry! After all, there is no outlet for meditation in my heart.
There is also a lot of fun and many memories worth talking about.
At the favorite time of eating, the students on duty went to the lecture table with huge net bags on their backs. Hungry, we rushed up, each wrapped a hot lunch box and threw it on our table. The next moment is like winning the lottery, and the expression on your face when you open the lunch box is wonderful. Some of them moved their index fingers happily, and some frowned and pursed their mouths, as if they had no strength to stir food with spoons. Some people eat slowly and quietly, while others eat happily. The funniest thing is that the box lunch delivered late was taken by other students by mistake, and the owner laughed and cried when he jumped up and down to find it. We don't understand as much as the hungry host. Even though the lunch boxes are a little similar, the food and taste in them are quite different. Don't you know your mother's craft preferences?
I like the fried eggs that my mother puts on from time to time best. Open the lunch box, the fried eggs are mixed with the smell of rice, which makes people feel happy. Some scrambled eggs are steamed softly, and the rice under the scrambled eggs is soaked in a light yellow oil, which is particularly fragrant. At noon today, I will eat slowly, with a bite of food, a bite of rice, and a small piece of fried eggs, and I will be careful, as if I were enjoying a good meal. I never mentioned my joy to my mother, and my mother never asked, as if it were our little tacit understanding and secret.
What I look forward to most is that my mother brings me spring cakes, which is the only dish I can predict in advance. Because the previous dinner was spring cake, my mother knew I loved it. I will definitely save some food for me. Opening the lunch box will definitely attract onlookers and envy. Spring cakes are all rolled up and put neatly in the lunch box, which is not the bold and careless rolling method when we eat spring cakes ourselves, but wrapped at both ends of the edge, with the same length and thickness, and neatly packed in the lunch box. I think it is in line with the love lunch box of Japanese mothers now. Actually, it's definitely not as delicious as last night's meal, but I'm savoring my vanity, okay? In the envious eyes of people around you, everything is beautiful! Looking back now, how much maternal love was added to it, reflecting the morning light and carefully preparing!
Mother's cooking is very famous in our mutual food and taste, especially in jiaozi. Me, I just don't like it very much. This gave birth to my habit of sitting in the front seat. A boy who eats in the canteen will wait patiently for us to get the lunch box back. After he has seen my meal, he will decide how much and how fast he eats. Hehe, as a student, you know, this is a complicated math problem.
Even a mother who cooks so well can't bear to have a greedy cat daughter. When my deskmate, whom I haven't seen for nearly twenty years, came back from abroad, I was busy asking about her father's recipe for stewed chicken and mushrooms.
There are many memories about lunch boxes, some of them burst into laughter, and some of them laughed knowingly. For example, there must be a naughty boy in the class who eats early and tells jokes that make girls sick. For example, on the day when a boy was injured playing football, a girl silently bought him a box lunch every day.
I carefully collect this aluminum lunch box, take it out and open it when I am in a bad mood, and put it in the sun to bask in the past and bask in my mood. The smell of love wafted faintly in the room, as if hearing those simple laughter again.