The 72-year-old mother left and ate jiaozi on the solstice in winter. There was no free waiter at the table. Why did she cry for two generations?

"The 72-year-old mother left. Every new year, it is as sad as robbery. Jiaozi from winter to day has turned into a soup, and I miss the free waiter at the table. " This is a circle of friends sent by Li Li (a pseudonym) on the solstice of winter.

The picture of this circle of friends is two dishes of jiaozi and one dish of jiaozi, with thin skin and big stuffing and beautiful appearance; A plate of jiaozi, all broken skin, paste into a piece, not carefully distinguish, and a piece of soup is no different.

It turned out that Li Li's 72-year-old mother died of a sudden cerebral infarction three months ago. This year's winter solstice is the first time that three brothers and sisters reunited with their father after their mother left.

But eating jiaozi this time reminds Li Li of the hardships of her mother's life, which is really sad.

0 1, I don't like jiaozi, you eat it.

"I was really stupid when I was a child. I thought everything my mother said was true. Every time she eats jiaozi, she always says,' I don't like it, you eat it.' I've always believed it. "Li Li recalled.

When Lili was a child, her father worked alone in the county, and her mother worked in agriculture to support three children. The economy is not rich and my mother is frugal. Eating jiaozi is a luxury, and it is only allowed during the Spring Festival or at home with relatives.

Every new year, my mother always cuts a few Chinese cabbages, buys a catty of meat and prepares the Lantern Festival.

Jiaozi was really delicious at that time. With three children and a father in his thirties, it seems that he doesn't have enough to eat.

And my mother is just a pot, a pot, a bowl of non-stop cooking, adding corncob to the coal stove, so that the fire will burn more vigorously and cook faster. My mother's face often turns black and red because of the smoky fire.

When the three children were full, the father moved away from the table to pick his teeth, only to see his mother calm down and fill a bowl of jiaozi soup, break off some hard steamed buns, soak them in the soup and eat them like this.

"Mom, why don't you eat jiaozi? Isn't there another plate? " We always ask her this question, Li Li said.

"I don't like jiaozi. I'll give it to you for frying tomorrow morning. " Mom often answers like this.

"Mom, you are so stupid and strange. How delicious jiaozi is. " The youngest brother blurted out.

"You ah, poor thing, how can you put a few more? Why don't you eat less or get a vegetarian one? How much can the province of the province save? " A vulgar father, even a distressed mother, is always disgusted and accused.

After that, every time I eat jiaozi, my mother will make two kinds of stuffing, one is the meat stuffing that my three children and my father eat, and the other is the vegetarian stuffing that my mother eats alone, including leeks and eggs.

Li Li recalled that although it is a leek egg, where is the mother willing to put the egg? It is often good to have an egg in half a catty of leek. Leek comes out of the water easily, so it is difficult to wrap it. It is usually after the child and his father have finished eating minced meat jiaozi that the mother cooks her vegetarian jiaozi.

When jiaozi put the vegetarian stuffing into the pot, the whole pot of jiaozi soup turned green. When I fished it out, there were many broken skins and few intact ones, and the whole dish was a mess.

"Hey, you're disgusting. Is this edible? " My little brother is always outspoken.

"It is better to eat cold leeks." Father scolded without disgust.

"In this way, we always believe that my mother doesn't like to eat jiaozi." Lily sighed.

I'm not hungry. You can eat first.

"Although my mother doesn't like to eat jiaozi, it doesn't affect that she likes to pack jiaozi for us, because we all like to eat jiaozi." Lily said, and bowed her head.

Children and adults celebrate birthdays, entertain guests at home, celebrate the New Year, and children from other places go home, and their mothers always personally package jiaozi.

She will go to the morning market early in the morning to pick the thin red-stemmed leek. It's hard to choose, but it's delicious; Or pick the most tender fennel, and the expensive one can eat well; Or fresh lotus root; Or freshly picked beans ...

After returning home, she refused to be helped by others. She always lets children play and adults chat. She washes vegetables, cuts vegetables, mixes stuffing, mixes noodles, rolls skin and wraps jiaozi in the kitchen alone.

Jiaozi is ready. She tells everyone to wash their hands and serve.

Then, mother will give everyone a small dish of vinegar, and then put jiaozi on the table plate by plate.

Then my mother will smile and ask everyone who eats jiaozi for the first time whether jiaozi is salty or not, and whether dumpling stuffing is their favorite. If they get a positive answer, they will feel satisfied and relieved. If someone says it's salty or light, mom smiles awkwardly and promises to change it next time.

The children called their mother to have dinner together. Mother always peels garlic for everyone and says, "I'm not hungry." You eat first. "

When everyone finished the first course, the second course was already on the table.

When everyone asks her mother to have dinner together again, she is busy serving soup for everyone and will say to me, "I'm not hungry, you eat first."

When everyone had enough to eat and drink, my mother calmed down and began to play with the remaining jiaozi on the table. She put the broken jiaozi in the bowl and didn't move. The next day she fried it for her father. Finally, she ate jiaozi and filled herself with a bowl of hot soup.

Once, Lili found her mother's hands shaking when she was serving soup. She thought the soup was too hot, but when she touched it, she didn't. Lily asked her mother why, and her mother sighed: "Alas, the old problem. Seeing a lot of people and thinking that you are all hungry makes me anxious. When you are impatient, your hands will shake, and it will be even worse when you are older. "

"Smelly problem, how old is it, Alzheimer's disease?" My father dislikes my mother as always.

03. It turns out that mom is the person who likes jiaozi best.

This winter solstice, the 72-year-old mother is gone, but jiaozi still wants to eat.

Lili went to the morning market, bought leeks and minced meat, and went home to take her children and husband to her father's house.

A man walked into the kitchen and began to pick and cut vegetables. The water is cold and the vegetables should be washed three times. There are 65,438+00 people in jiaozi. Lili, who cut leeks, has two blood bubbles on her hands, and her shoulders hurt when stuffing.

In a short time, the families of the eldest brother and the younger brother also arrived. Facing the custom of eating jiaozi at noon, everyone is embarrassed.

Sister-in-law said she couldn't make stuffing, sister-in-law said she couldn't roll noodles, and eldest brother and younger brother said she wouldn't wrap jiaozi.

Li Li unified the ducks on the shelf. Everyone should start to work and try to eat jiaozi at noon except her father who is playing with three children.

Finally, jiaozi wrapped it up and wriggled it around, all different, with his mouth open, his skin broken and his stuffing leaking. ...

Look at these jiaozi, cooking jiaozi's work is even more difficult, and only Li Lilai will challenge.

But even if a little salt was put in the soup, the heat was adjusted at any time, and cold water was added twice, which was exactly the same as mother's operation, but jiaozi cooked it, and it was still a plate of soup.

"How do you eat this?" Cried the nephew with an expression of disgust.

"Why is there no vinegar on the table?" Cried the little niece.

"Why is there no peeled garlic?" Li Li's child asked loudly.

"Bring the soup quickly, it's a bit scary to eat jiaozi." Father scolded.

Finally, at this moment, although everyone didn't mention it, they all remembered their mother: the free waiter who had been busy at the dinner table for more than 50 years.

When Li Lijing settled down to sit on the table, she had been busy for six or seven hours. She's really not hungry. She really doesn't want a bite of jiaozi.

Just as Li Li was tidying up the dishes, she sent a WeChat voice: "Don't forget to make a bowl of meat sandwich for my mother on the solstice this winter. She loves jiaozi. "

Li wondered, and my uncle went on to say that mom was difficult at home when she was a child. Once her mother sprained her ankle, and her mother's grandmother felt sorry for her, so she cooked her a jiaozi with fish-flavored shredded pork. As a result, she ate too much, accumulated food and had a fever, and was laughed at, satirized and scolded by adults and children: lazy and shameless. Later, my mother never dared to eat jiaozi at home again.

Last year, my mother went to my uncle's house. My favorite food was minced meat jiaozi.

After listening to her uncle's words, Li Li burst into tears, then calmed down, slowly mixed the meat, rolled the skin, carefully wrapped it, cooked it and gave it to her mother.

04. Write it at the end.

When Lili wanted to take her children home, she found that it was already the middle of winter and her 75-year-old father was still wearing a pair of slippers. His down jacket was stained and there were urine marks on his cotton trousers.

If my mother were here, I wouldn't embarrass my father so much.

And my dad stubbornly insisted on living alone after my mom left, on the pretext of missing my mom.

"But I know that my father understands that his mother is gone, and no one is allowed to open his mouth, stretch out his hand, beat and scold at will, and abandon him everywhere. No one will be his intimate free nanny. " Li Li sobbed and said.

Lili's mother is not an individual, but a microcosm of an era.

They are good daughters at home, good wives when they get married, good mothers when they have children, and good grandmothers when they have grandchildren.

They have forgotten all their lives what they like to eat, what they like to wear and what they like to do ... They don't like it, only should, only must. ...

They have always been free waiters at the dinner table and free nannies at home.

Therefore, if you still have parents to be filial, try to understand what they like and meet their needs, and don't leave the regret that "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it without waiting for his relatives."

I hope the above words will be liked by my readers.

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