It explained that fish "jumped from the pot to the ground" during or before cooking soup. For those who have never eaten fish, even the six-year-old third son and two brothers may have rarely tasted fish.
For such a poor family, they are immersed in the expectation of enjoying luxury and delicious food, eating this dish unscrupulously, and it is understandable to regard the umami taste of tofu as the umami taste of fish. There is no fish in the tofu fish soup, which also causes Sanzi to completely forget the details of the specific taste of the fish soup. Of course, it is also related to his mood at that time.
2. Did the third son go to school? Yes, "when he finally walked out of the corner of the village with his schoolbag on his back and walked into the school gate, he was getting closer and closer to the delicious written meaning." Here is the reverse narrative, which directly tells the reader what happened later, indicating that the third son went to school.
There is a strange light in the fish's eyes. This article is refined and delicate, and the author has laid a heavy and sour atmosphere for so long, because if you say it directly, those things that have been subtle and heavy for a long time will become lighter. It's too light to be mistaken. In that case, let's not talk about it. So I used this euphemism.
"A meal" Gong-text
He clearly remembers that in the evening of the summer when he was six years old, when he stood in front of his mother with a palm-sized grass carp, a strange light appeared in her eyes for the first time. He even felt that he must suddenly have a position in his mother's eyes, and this feeling was also confirmed in the eyes of his father and two brothers who came back from work later.
He's a little flattered. In the past, his life was full of villages, climbing trees, digging nests, picking peaches and stealing melons under the eaves. Therefore, every meal is not on time. When you go home to eat when you are hungry, you have to be beaten by your father or mother to get close to your job.
That day was different. Mother wiped her hands on the apron again and again. When his mother finally took the fish, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. This fish, which was bigger than he thought, looked so thin when it moved between his mother's hands.
Accurately speaking, he has never eaten fish before, and his lips and teeth can't echo the mouth-watering taste. He believes that his two brothers should rarely taste it. Under the mother's greeting, they scrambled for tofu in the porcelain bowl handed over by their mother.
Tofu is something related to the year. Oh, my god For that fish, mother will scoop a porcelain bowl of soybean seeds to match a half porcelain bowl of tofu. Vaguely, he has the concept of food, and he has stronger expectations.
Father sat in front of the stove, watching the flames licking the bottom of the pot. He simply complained a few words, as if he felt that his mother had washed the fish too clean and lost the smell. This is already a rare accident. On weekdays, my father may only say one sentence a week.
When my father complained, my mother was putting the fish in the pot. She is very quiet, and it seems that the cut grass carp will still feel burnt. Father smiled with a hint of sneer. Mother said lightly chastising, what are you laughing at! The fish is really not dead, but still swimming in the pot. As he spoke, his mother also opened the lid for his father to see. Father kept smiling and refused to get up.
When my father complained, my mother was putting the fish in the pot. She is very quiet, and it seems that the cut grass carp will still feel burnt. Father smiled with a hint of sneer. Mother said lightly chastising, what are you laughing at! The fish is really not dead, but still swimming in the pot. As he spoke, his mother also opened the lid for his father to see. Father kept smiling and refused to get up.
Mother stood there waiting for the water to boil with a bowl full of chopped green onion and garlic.
He sat at the table and watched all this. Is he holding his chin in his hand? He forgot. Anyway, all the memories are the strange smell of fish and the dreams around it. He didn't have to do anything that day. He is the creator of this delicious meal, and he can do nothing. His parents' behavior made him feel qualified.
When the tofu was served, my mother didn't even have time to complain about the tofu dealer who was always short of weight, because the tofu was immediately cut into pieces and put into the pot. Delicious, let him have a lot of impatience and a little struggle.
What are you struggling with? There is fish in the pot. Can it swim back to the ditch at the head of the village? But he is a little familiar with this struggle, and he is so flustered when catching fish in the ditch, because he doesn't even believe there will be fish in that ditch.
There is no time to savor it. When tofu was put into the pot, a fragrance suddenly floated out of the room. It was the first time that he knew that the taste of fish turned out to be like this, and the freshness made people feel a little dizzy. Between the fish soup from the pot to the dining table, he beat his nose desperately and greedily let these smells fill his lungs. He believes that the more you pretend, the longer you can last.
As for the taste of that pot of fish soup, he doesn't even remember any details. Because the whole family is recklessly eating and drinking fish soup, only the whirring of lips touching the soup, the tinkling of spoons colliding with the pot when bowls are connected, and the faint shortness of breath between mouths.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was different that day. The family's habitual silence completely disappeared. My father talks about the weather, while my two brothers talk about the possible harvest this year. And my mother, with a smile on her lips, served soup to everyone over and over again.
Finally, the father said something a little absent-minded, and the father said that the third son was going to school.
His name is Sanzi. In retrospect, the reason why I didn't know the taste of fish soup should be this sentence. The two brothers didn't enter the school for a day. Now he is his third son, and his father says it's time for him to go to school. It means existence, existence. He forgot the eyes of his two brothers, the taste of fish soup, and all the details of that night.
Does it taste good？ What's delicious? When he finally walked out of the corner of the village with his schoolbag on his back and wriggled into the school gate, he was getting closer and closer to the delicious written meaning. However, he knows that the real meaning of food is not going to school in the future, but still the night when there are fish-
Suddenly, the two brothers were full and left the table to go back to sleep, but each could hold at least two bowls of fish soup. They didn't explain why, and there was no need to explain why. Work in the field should be done from morning till night, otherwise this delicious fish can only be eaten once in many years with tofu.
Cold priest returned to the previous unsmiling expression. Mother took the bowl and lost in thought. She seemed to signal her father not to be outspoken with her eyes, but now she put away her smile and continued to wander in the dark night sky outside.
But sheep should enter the pen, cows should feed the grass, and pigs should eat. You can't solve any problems by staring like this. He gets up to do it, and only he is in the mood to do it.
Sitting in front of the stove and cooking pig food with firewood is the last thing. When he lit a fire and added a second firewood, he grabbed a sticky and soft thing and looked into the fire in front of the stove. It's the fish! Jumping from the pot to the ground has obviously exceeded the limit. Now, it is dead, but there is still a strange light in its eyes.