After the heavy rain, the city instantly became cooler, and even the air had a hint of coolness. The hot and dry weather for several consecutive days also dissipated with this rain.

I walked into a familiar breakfast shop, came to the counter, and started ordering.

"Boss, a bowl of egg noodles!" After paying, I sat near the window and looked at the people walking on the street. My thoughts drifted away. Thinking of this time at home, my mother would urge me to get up.

, and a bowl of steaming egg noodles was already placed on the table. Watching me finish eating, my mother never forgot to add: "Go back and fold the quilt, read a book, don't eat and go to bed."

"Hello, your noodles are ready. Eat them while they're hot." The boss's voice interrupted my thoughts.

When I came back to my senses, a bowl of egg noodles was already placed on the table. On top of the fragrant noodles, there were golden fried eggs, accompanied by a little chopped green onion, which looked particularly beautiful.

The noodles taste light and just right. As I eat the noodles, I miss my mother who is thousands of miles away even more. I want to eat a bowl of egg noodles made by my mother and listen to her nagging.

As an authentic Shaanxi person, I can say that Shaanxi delicacies from snacks to adults are at my fingertips, such as mutton steamed buns, spicy spicy soup, steamed noodles... Even though I have tasted so many delicacies, I still never get tired of eating them.

Egg noodles made by my mother.

The egg noodles my mother made were very simple, just a little noodles, a fried egg, and some oil and salt. It was very light, but I ate it very happily.

When I was homeschooling, I would always study late, and my mother would make me a steaming bowl of egg noodles and put it on the table.

I would always say: "Mom, there's no need to cook so late. I'm not hungry. I'll gain weight if I eat at night." But my mother disapproved and said, "You won't gain weight if you eat this. Even girls eat more than you." Then she sat down.

Beside me, chattering for a long time.

I went out to work last year and didn't come home for more than half a year. I felt like I was returning home. I told my mother in advance the time to go home. My mother had already left the door open and the lights in the room were still on. I felt like I was returning home.

The first thing I said when I got home was "Mom, I'm back." "How long have you been riding in the car? Are you tired, are you hungry..." My mother started nagging again, but for the first time, I felt that way about this nagging.

kind.

I saw the egg noodles on the table, sat down and started eating. My mother sat next to me and asked me how I was doing with a loving look on her face. I answered while eating.

At that moment, time seemed to go back to my childhood.

Everything at home still looks familiar and smells familiar. "This place of peace of mind is my hometown." Where there is home, there is peace of mind.

Going home and leaving home again seems to have become the norm. Even if you are reluctant to leave, you still have to leave.

Even though I have seen thousands of mountains and rivers and tasted countless delicacies, I still love that bowl of egg noodles.

Even if you are in a foreign land, when you look up at home, the light at home will always be there.

Some people say that my mother is the only person with whom I have ever had a heartbeat. You accompanied me when I grew up, because love is worth the journey.

The annual Mother's Day is here again, and my mother will be one year older.

She has grown from an ignorant little girl to a mother who works day and night, but in my heart, she has always been gentle and lovely.