Grandpa Zheng next door was 9 1 year old last year. After grandma Zheng died ten years ago, she lived alone, her children were working outside, and she only came back once a year.
On his birthday, my mother and I specially made a small cake for him. Knowing that he was too old to eat too greasy food, we specially asked her to put more fruit.
As soon as I entered the door, there was a smell in the room. I am like the farmer who caught the rabbit and ran into Grandpa Zheng's kitchen. "Grandpa zheng, you are making sugar pancakes again. I smelled it as soon as I entered the door. "
Grandpa Zheng opened a small restaurant when he was young and worked as a cook himself. The specialty of this restaurant is sugar pancakes. Later, the shop closed, and the craft didn't regress at all. He is very particular about making sugar pancakes. The night before, he fermented the batter and put it in the refrigerator. The next day, he sprinkled sugar and stirred it evenly. Then he rolled the dough flat with a rolling pin until it was neither flat nor too bulging. He poured the oil he cooked into the oil pan and put it in when it was hot. The oil temperature here is very doorway. Not too high, or it will be hot, and not too low. Otherwise, the cake will melt. I don't know exactly what the temperature is. In short, Grandpa Zheng, who has been friends with the oil pan for decades, has a good oil temperature. After frying until both sides are golden, it is successful.
When I was talking to Grandpa Zheng, candy cakes were lying on the plate one by one. Grandpa joked with my mother: "Xiaoqi's nose is a puppy's nose, just like when I was a child." I laughed as soon as I heard it. I thought at that time that I would be so cute when I was old. I can't see his age in Grandpa Zheng, because in my impression, his body has always been tough.
I didn't answer him. I just sat him down and told him it was his birthday and I would light a candle for you. He learned the fashion of young people, put a birthday hat on his head, then blew out the candles, cut the cake and divided the cake in one go.
But without saying a few words, we said goodbye to grandpa Zheng in a hurry, because we were going to pick up our sister from class. Tell him I'll be back in a few days. Grandpa Zheng said, wait a minute, while taking out the incubator and putting the sugar pancakes in the box one by one so that I can take them back. I can't refuse, not only because I really like grandpa's sugar pancakes, but also because it has already become a routine.
Because I like to be close to the older generation since I was a child, the old people at both ends live far away, so I often go to Grandpa Zheng's house, so it has become a routine. Grandpa Zheng Can can't read too many words, nor can he read a few ancient poems. He taught me to read recipes. Every time I put on my reading glasses, I take out the recipes from his drawer and sit under the big tree in the yard, one old and one young, reading one after another and singing with cicadas. Grandpa said: "boiled vegetables, what is above is under the fire, that is, boiled words." I learned my grandfather's intonation and read: "Boiling vegetables means cooking them with water, and they are edible!" " "Every time I go back, I always bring a box full of sugar pancakes. When my mother knows this, she always pours the cake into a clean bowl. After washing the box, let me take the fruit to grandpa. Grandpa always said, "Your mother is not good at this. Everything must be clear. " I always giggle: "Because sugar pancakes are so delicious! Grandpa, come to my house for dinner with me!
On the way back, I don't know if it was because Grandpa Zheng's difficult steps when he turned to take the incubator touched my emotional factors, or that he was the only one living in such a big house, which reminded me of my grandmother who lived alone in her early years, and was sour for a while. "Won't his children come back to see him on their birthdays?" How can such a big old man rest assured? "
The mother's tone is somewhat inarticulate: "Do you think it is easy for children to go to work and grandchildren to take care of?"
I dare not speak any more. When I shed tears for others, who will honestly admit that tears are also shed for myself?
I haven't seen grandpa Zheng for a long time since. Before going back to Jiaxing to go to school, I met my grandfather in a hurry. Grandpa was ill, and my eldest son came back to take care of him. I can't connect them when I look at my grandfather who has been lying in bed.
Xiaoqi, when you come back from Jiaxing, I'll make you sugar pancakes.
"Good", that scene is so tragic that I can't even say "pay attention to my health". When I walked out of the door, I saw the big tree in the yard. Its leaves were all gone and bare, and I suddenly felt that the world was lonely. I seem to have lost a lot of things in recent years, just like a tree that has lost colorful leaves, but can't wait for the green branches.
Grandpa Zheng next door is still 9 1 year old this year.
I knew when my mother's phone suddenly called at 6: 03 in the morning. Fortunately, the child is around, and I am relieved.
It's just that I know I can't wait for my sugar pancakes any longer.
ID:jrtt