When it comes to my home, it always feels a bit like a bird's nest.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the swallows' nests change one after another; as the cold comes and summer comes, my family has moved three times in a few years.

After moving many times, it is easy to forget some miscellaneous things - such as the original address of my hometown, which I haven't been to for a long time. The memory is like discarded miscellaneous things, and I remember some in twos and threes.

Among the scattered memories, there are actually one or two things worth remembering. I have properly preserved them and can still recall them completely.

My hometown is in a long and narrow old alley. The alley is winding. If you don’t know anyone, you can’t even see the street after walking for a long time.

At that time, there was a noodle shop at the exit of the alley, which was also the largest shop in the alley within a few miles.

When I was in school, in order to save time, I always came to this store closest to home to eat noodles.

I have eaten a lot of noodles and gained experience, so I know what tastes good and what doesn’t. In my memory, the noodles I have eaten for the longest time are probably mixed noodles.

The noodles are made with peanut butter.

Most stores use peanut butter bought from supermarkets outside, which comes in jars and is cheap.

However, the noodle shop next to my house uses their own homemade peanut butter - although the price is more expensive, it tastes mellow and is not very good when mixed with noodles, but it is chewy and your mouth is full of peanut butter when you take a bite.

fragrant.

The unique peanut sauce, just the right noodles, and the speed of making are the reasons why I have insisted on choosing this noodle shop for 2 years.

I have always liked eating noodles. When I was in grade 2 or 3, I ate noodles every day. The owner of that shop seemed to be familiar with me and understood me well. Every time I came to the shop, he didn’t need to give me any orders.

, he had already started making noodles.

Unfortunately, one day, the cold virus came uninvited and caught me - during the 3 months I had the cold, I was always sick and carrying packs of tissues beside me. It wasn't until I moved that I

Escape from the clutches of the cold.

Oddly enough, my father, who is quite easy-going in other respects, is particularly determined in this regard - you are not allowed to eat noodles when you have a cold!

After a few failed attempts at stealing food, I gave up - since then, porridge and steamed buns have become regular guests on my dining table.

In order to have a delicious bite, I also put in a lot of effort - I didn't hesitate to cover myself with a double quilt when others were covering them. I was eager to leave after sweating and catching a cold. Unfortunately, things didn't work out, and all I could do was cover up a piece of quilt.

Nothing but heat exhaustion all day long.

Three months later, the weather got warmer, and the persistent runny nose finally left me.

However, even though the cold was gone, my family had already left those winding alleys and came to the other side of the city.

Since then, I haven't had such authentic and delicious noodles for a long time - although there are noodle shops there, they are not as authentic and delicious as the one at the alley.

From then on, whenever I heard people mention food, I would always think of my hometown in that alley and the noodles from the old alley kou noodle shop as if it were a conditioned reflex.