On May Day, the sun was shining brightly and there was no cloud in the sky.

After breakfast, facing the gentle breeze, I took the bus home with joy.

After returning home after a long journey, my niece-in-law and I were in a panic and bumped into each other.

I asked her why she was in such a hurry and she said she was kneading the steamed buns.

I suddenly remembered that my mother often made spicy noodles while steaming steamed buns, so I said to my niece-in-law on a whim: "Let's try making spicy noodles, what do you think?" "Okay!" My nephew-in-law readily agreed.

Next, I imitated my mother and stirred the batter, added seasonings, and beat the eggs, stirred well, and put it into the steamer.

After more than 40 minutes of long anticipation, the spicy noodles finally came out of the pot. I couldn't wait to take a bite. It was a bit salty and seemed to be missing something. I took another bite and savored it carefully. It didn't taste good. It was not what I remembered.

Taste it.

It would be great if my mother was still alive, but unfortunately she has left us, but the spicy noodles she made were the delicacies of our childhood, an unforgettable taste that cannot be erased.

My mother had good cooking skills. In that era of "sweet potato soup, sweet potato steamed buns, and you can't live without sweet potatoes," my mother used her slender and skillful hands to make the dark sweet potato noodles into various delicacies on the tip of our tongues to satisfy us.

The taste buds, sweet potato leaves and sweet potato stems are also processed by the mother into delicacies for breakfast and dinner.

After the implementation of the joint production contract responsibility system, the living conditions of each family have been improved, and people can finally eat white flour steamed buns.

At that time, every other week, my mother would steam a pot of steamed white flour buns. Sometimes, in order to improve the food and change the taste, my mother would make a condiment that the whole family loved - spicy noodles.

My mother's method of making spicy noodles is very simple. First add flour, chili noodles and seasonings in a basin, sprinkle with an appropriate amount of salt, a little cooking oil and water. Finally, beat an egg, stir evenly, put it in a steamer and steam it with the steamed buns.

It will be cooked and taken out of the pot in forty minutes. At this time, the steamed buns are steamed, and the steaming, yellow and spicy noodles are also ready.

The prepared spicy noodles can be stirred with chopsticks before eating.

Break the freshly cooked white flour buns into small pieces and dip them in the steaming paste-like noodle spicy food. When you take the first bite, a spicy taste immediately comes to your mind. After the second bite, it tastes delicious.

, the fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, after dipping a steamed bun, there is a slight sweat on the head, and the whole body is translucent and extremely moisturized.

Once, my sister who was eating slowly looked at the empty basin and wiped her tears and said, "I still want to eat! I still want to eat!" The mother on the side couldn't help but smile and said, "I'll make it tomorrow if I like it."

I thought my mother was just talking casually, but I didn't expect that my mother actually made tempting spicy noodles the next night.

The spicy noodles made by my mother with deep love are delicious to taste, and the aftertaste is a taste that my family will miss forever.

Later, as living standards continued to improve, my mother added more ingredients for making spicy noodles.

I remember one day in the summer vacation, the sky was clear and there was no cloud in the sky. The sun burned the ground hot; the cicadas on the tree kept shouting "Hot, hot", as if this could relieve themselves from the heat.

After lunch, my mother, who had washed the dishes, couldn't bear the heat anymore, so she went to the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness with a cattail leaf fan in hand.

At about three or four o'clock, my brother who was working outside suddenly appeared in front of his mother like an angel.

Seeing her son who was thinking about her day and night, the mother was so happy that she asked him what he wanted to eat most at night. The younger brother said without thinking that he wanted to try the spicy noodles made by his mother again.

To her mother, her brother's words were "imperial edict". She quickly put down her fan and trotted to the street to cut meat and buy vegetables.

In less than half an hour, her mother came back. The scorching sun burned her face black and red, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. But her mother didn't bother to rest, and just wiped the sweat from her face.

I jumped into the kitchen and got busy.

She first piled the meat into fine minced meat, then cut into cubes of tofu, mushroom shreds and fungus shreds, and put them into the batter that had been prepared. Then she added seasonings, diced chili peppers and green garlic sprouts, and stirred evenly.

Put the water into the pot and start steaming.

My mother said that when making this dish, you must remember to add garlic sprouts or garlic slices, otherwise it will fail.

In addition, if the thickness of the batter is not controlled well, or if it is not steamed with water, the taste will not be good, and it will taste like drinking paste. It seems that there is really a lot of knowledge in making spicy noodles.

That night, in the warm little courtyard filled with moonlight, our family once again enjoyed the spicy noodles made by my mother.

My father, who has been traveling along the Yangtze River for a long time, said that every time he eats spicy noodles made by his mother, he feels like home.

The youngest brother lamented that he had traveled all over the country and had eaten countless delicacies, but he only had a special liking for the spicy noodles made by his mother, because this dish not only contained the nostalgic taste of his hometown, but also had the taste of his mother.

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Life is unpredictable and events are unpredictable. Our family never dreamed that that would be the last meal of spicy noodles that my brother would eat at home.

For a long time after my brother left, my mother was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate herself. Naturally, my mother no longer had the heart to cook spicy noodles. It was not until two years later that my mother gradually got over her grief and that snack appeared again.

On my dining room table.

Nowadays, people's living standards have been greatly improved, every household has become richer, and there are more and more kinds of snacks. Spicy noodles are gradually becoming a delicacy that is about to disappear from the dining table.

However, no matter how the seasons change and the years pass by, the spicy noodles made by my mother will always be an unforgettable delicacy in my memory.