A bowl of delicious noodles.

A bowl of delicious noodles is a way to record memories. We usually eat noodles, but the memories of surprises always appear in our daily life. Let's see how a bowl of delicious noodles tells the good memories of noodles.

A bowl of delicious noodles 1 The bus stopped at a remote intersection near the county seat. After getting off the bus, I saw a small restaurant on the roadside. There is a big iron pot outside the restaurant. The pot was steaming hot, and a woman-like person skillfully sliced noodles inside. The sign in front of the door reads "Beef jiaozi Daoxiao Noodles". I know, this is a noodle restaurant in Shanxi. Hungry, I stepped forward, asked the proprietress for a bowl of Daoxiao Noodles, and hurried in.

This zone belongs to the edge of the city, surrounded by low and simple houses, in stark contrast to the high-rise buildings in the city center. Although I have lived in the county for nearly 20 years and often pass by here, it is really unclear what kind of houses I live in this area. But one thing is certain. Today, when people are buying houses in downtown areas, ordinary people who are still sticking to it must be the grassroots of society. What makes me feel incredible is why people still open restaurants in such a remote place, and what kind of people will eat here? Can this small restaurant make money?

Entering the room, I took a seat at random. The decoration in the room is very simple. Some parts of the wall have fallen off, and there is a simple price list on it: 6 yuan, jiaozi, 5 yuan and Daoxiao Noodles. More than a dozen tables are not arranged neatly, and the three-legged stool next to the table seems to fall apart at any time. Although there are various certificates hanging on the wall, it can be seen that the sanitary conditions here are not good. There are a lot of freshly washed chopsticks dripping with water on the counter. The dining table is covered with linen and oily twist, and there is still a table that has not been cleaned. The boss is wiping it with a dirty rag, and there are still some napkins left on the concrete floor under the table. There are already more than a dozen guests waiting in the restaurant. They don't seem to care about everything around them They just watched with relish an old TV set with a convex screen on the refrigerator. The picture is blurred. A local TV station is playing an old TV series, while watching it, it is still expressing its "unique" "opinions".

Some of these people seem to have familiar faces, as if they had received garbage from our family; There is also a table of guests, who seem to know each other on the way to work, as if they were from the village construction class; There is also a couple, who sounds like they are coming to town to buy things. When the noodles were served, they ate without scruple. They eat ugly, don't talk loudly and grin, which makes me a "civilized person" very unaccustomed. After waiting for a long time, a steaming bowl of Daoxiao Noodles came to me with a spoonful of flour paste on it. There is a thin layer of white oil in the noodle sauce, which looks uncomfortable, but I also know that the value of this bowl of noodles lies mainly in this spoonful of sauce. However, I was already hungry, eating with chopsticks at random, and even blowing hot air and sucking my mouth. Only then did I know what it means to be hungry and why other guests are so ugly when they meet.

Noodles do have a unique taste. After all, it is a spicy snack, and it really deserves its reputation. Some people walked out of the noodle restaurant one after another, some walked into the noodle restaurant, and some nearby residents took them home for lunch. They must be too tired or pressed for time to cook or something. They may set up stalls in the street, or they may work as coolies in factories ... they all look tired. However, the boss and his wife are also busy maintaining the small restaurant on which they depend. Although you can't make a fortune, you can still support your family, just like the guests in their restaurant.

With enough food and water, I walked out of the small restaurant, looked at the roofs of high-rise buildings faintly visible in the urban area, and looked at the dilapidated and low-rise residential areas around me, and felt a lot. On both sides of the road in front of the restaurant, the corner is covered with weeds. I think how much they look like these weeds. Although they don't have tall and straight bodies, delicate lives and enchanting flowers, their simple and humble lives are just as vibrant and blooming in the unobtrusive fields of nature.

That time, it was the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten.

A bowl of noodles has a taste. I have a special liking for noodles, not because I like noodles so much, but because this bowl of noodles has an inexhaustible taste, which is worth remembering all my life.

When I was a child, I heard someone say "going to a restaurant" and asked my father with a smile, "What do you mean by going to a restaurant?" Dad smiled. "One day, I will take you to eat noodles." . "Really? When are you going? " Dad looked at the sweet sorghum in the yard and said, "I'll take you when the sweet sorghum grows taller." I was so excited that I waited.

Every day, I look forward to the sweet sorghum growing in the yard, which is similar to sugarcane in the south. There is a lot of sugar in the straw. Chew the sweet juice inside, it is sweet and delicious. Finally, the sweet sorghum grew taller, and my father cut down the sorghum stalks and tied them into a big bundle, carried them on his shoulders and held my hand. "Go, sell this sweet sorghum, and dad will take you to a restaurant." I am happy to follow my father on the road, and we are going to sell it in Yuanbaoshan market in Balitun.

Along the way, in the scorching sun, my father was carrying dozens of pounds of sweet sorghum, and I trotted behind, soon panting and unable to walk. At this time, my father put down the bundle of sorghum stalks on his shoulder, carried me on his back, walked a long way, put me down and told me to wait in the same place, and my father went back to carry the bundle of sorghum stalks. I watched my father go back and forth, shaking the bundle of sweet sorghum stalks upside down, and there was a thin me. Sweat soaked his clothes. Naively, I lay on my father's wet back and felt very comfortable. I smiled and wiped the sweat on my father's neck with one hand, just for fun.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I think it's been a long time, and it's finally here. Sweet sticks with three cents each (which city people always call sweet sticks) are very popular, especially children, who always pull the skirts of adults "I want sweet sticks!" " "The adults came and picked one for the child. The number of sweet sticks decreased one by one, and the odds and ends of coins in my father's wallet increased, and soon the bundle of sweet sticks was sold out. Dad happily pulled me up: "Let's go to the restaurant! " "

How many people walked into the restaurant! Dad found me a place to sit down and spent 25 cents to buy me noodles. Dad was very excited and said to me, "Dad is not hungry. Dad is watching you eat, you are full. " I nodded, and the white and transparent noodles were covered with leek and egg marinade, and the golden yolk was dotted among the green leeks. The trembling sauce-colored starch was really delicious at that time. I wolfed down the noodles. Noodles are really delicious. I'm full. Look at my father sitting opposite me, smiling and watching me eat. His satisfaction and joy cannot be expressed in words. "Dad, I'm full." "Eat more, don't leave any!" I shook my head. At that time, my father brought me some leftover soup with some noodles floating on it. I ate it and even drank the soup. Seeing this scene, I suddenly said like a sensible person, "Dad, I want to make money when I grow up and buy you many bowls of noodles!" " "Dad smiled, and his smile was brighter than ever. Then my father carried me on his back in the scorching sun, hungry, and I slept sweetly on his back. I don't know how my hungry father brought me home for eight miles. All I know is that when I woke up, I was lying on the kang at home and my father was looking at me with a smile!

After graduating from normal school, I got my first month's salary. I should use the money I earned to pay off my debts, but my father has left me. Dad, when I earn money, I will buy you many bowls of noodles! This has become a promise that I can never keep. Nevertheless, I don't know whether it is for commemoration or for the "promise" of that year. An unclear motive prompted me to ride my bike to the hotel of that year. This hotel is much more luxurious. I asked for a bowl of noodles, sat there, took a few bites and put it down. I have never felt the joy of entering the restaurant for the first time, never found the delicious noodles in those years, and never felt the happiness and warmth in those years. My mind is full of memories, my eyes are full of tears, and my heart is full of bitterness ... Tears reproduce the scene of that year: under the scorching sun, my father looked at me with a big bundle of sweet sorghum on his back. He came up to me and put down a heavy bundle of sweet sorghum. He quickly picked me up and strode forward, comforting me in his mouth: "The heat is coming soon." Sweat soaked his clothes and even the ends of his hair. I lay on my wet back, playing with the sweat and hair tips on his neck with my hands, and waiting patiently in his comfort. A father, in order to satisfy a wish of his beloved daughter, walked with a heavy load under the scorching sun and ran back and forth on the gravel road exposed to the scorching sun. I haven't spent a penny and I'm still hungry. How did I get home when I was asleep? It is conceivable! The scorching sun, thirst, hunger and fatigue are all drowned by the great father's love! Now, things have changed, dad! How can your daughter repay your mountain of father's love! That bowl of noodles was delicious in those days, but now it's all my father's hard work and bitterness. My daughter's heart is no longer the satisfaction and joy of that year, but the heartache and bitterness! I was moved to tears. How can I repay this mountain of fatherly love? Even have no chance to repay!

After I got married, I had children. As a mother, I like to take my daughter who just went to kindergarten to a restaurant and eat a few bowls of noodles. I like to sit opposite and watch my daughter eat noodles, especially her gluttony. I couldn't help laughing, a heartfelt smile, a happy and satisfied smile. "Mom, why don't you eat? Don't you like noodles? " "Oh, I prefer to watch you eat noodles, eat them in your mouth, and they are sweet in your mother's heart!" "Mom, when I grow up and make money, I want to buy the best noodles for my parents!" In a word, my heart is sweet, I smiled, so happy! At the moment, I can see the scene where my father took me to eat noodles more than 20 years ago ... I really feel that my father has gone through all the hardships to satisfy his daughter's desire to "eat out" and always has a smile on his face. Now I recall that bowl of noodles from the perspective of a mother: that bowl of noodles contains my father's deep love! Daughter's satisfaction is my father's best wish, and my father's heart is sweet and happy! Just like I am now.

More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and now my daughter is married and has a lovely daughter. Last summer, I went to Hohhot for my holiday. Knowing that I like noodles, my daughter and son-in-law drove our family to Xibei rye village. This is a large-scale brand restaurant, with a wide variety of pasta, with the cultural customs of the northwest region. Here, food is connected with nature, and feelings and culture blend, which has won praise from friends all over the country and even foreign countries. I am very happy to be here, but I can't find the excitement of "eating out" for the first time when I was a child. A bowl of 15 yuan noodles is really not as sweet as the 25 cents noodles my father bought me. The little granddaughter sitting in the baby chair, "Yi Yi Ya ……" kept shouting excitedly, and the whole family looked at her and smiled. Nowadays, the happiness of children has become the focus of our dinner table. So I told my daughter-in-law the story of the first time I went to a restaurant to eat noodles when I was a child. Moved, my daughter realized the origin of my love for noodles. Seeing my daughter and son-in-law put noodles in the child's mouth, I was filled with emotion and couldn't say how happy I was. I recalled the bowl of noodles that year: "Dad! It's your bowl of noodles that year, so that deep love can be passed down from generation to generation! "

Not long ago, my daughter called and said that she planned to open a noodle restaurant after work, and I readily agreed. Just two months later, my daughter's "iron pot braised noodles" suitable for family dinners opened. I'm really excited. I want to tell this news to my father buried in the grave. I can proudly say, "Dad, I kept my promise. We really have many faces!"! Your bowl of noodles full of father's love makes me relive my life! Your deep love will be passed down from generation to generation and spread to thousands of families! " My tears show my father's bright smiling face.