We walked into the store, the store is not big, but the floor is very bright, behind is the kitchen, the kitchen is lit with bright lights, at least from the feel, it makes people feel clean and hygienic.

At this time, there were not many people in the store. After seeing the three of us seated, the owner came over with a small book.

"What do you three want to eat?"

“Sanxian Rice Noodles in Casserole!”

My mother stretched out three white and slender fingers, just like she did back then. Every time she ordered food, she was always used to expressing it in words and adding body language.

From this aspect alone, my sister now is very much like my mother at that time.

"OK, just a second!"

After making the record, she turned around and entered the kitchen at the back.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I don't know why she is the only one who is still busy in this store.

Mom looked up at the red price list posted on the wall, row by row, from small fry to pasta, to fried rice and rice bowls.

"Compared with before, the price has nearly tripled or quadrupled, but two taels of small noodles are still so cheap."

"Chongshan's small noodles are very famous in other places!" I couldn't help but look up, echoing my mother's words.

"The ones outside are not authentic!" Sister glanced at her mouth slightly, "I ate it once in Canghai, and even if the noodles were made by people from Chongshan, I couldn't taste the taste in my memory."

"You said it too, that's the taste in memory!" Mom laughed.

"My mother said before that the most unforgettable thing in a person's life is the taste in memory!" At some point, the proprietress came over with a still boiling casserole.

She put the casserole on the table, then looked at my mother and asked thoughtfully,

"Sister, why do I think you look familiar!"

"When I was in college, I used to eat here often!" Mom smiled softly and looked at the proprietress, "You are the daughter of the old aunt!"

The lady boss smiled and nodded.

"I remembered, did you often come with three other sisters before, and every time you came, you ordered Sanxian casserole."

"Yeah!" The smile on my mother's face became even bigger, and her heart had returned to when she was a young girl, "I think the three fresh food you have here is really delicious. In the years after graduation, I have also I've eaten elsewhere, but I can't find the feeling of eating here."

"That's right!" The proprietress seemed very useful to her mother's words, "My mother opened this clay pot noodle shop. I graduated from junior high school and didn't go to high school, so I have been in this shop and took care of the two elders together. A shop, ten years ago, my mother passed on this shop and her craftsmanship to me."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring all your casseroles, and then we'll talk..."

After saying that, the proprietress turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Soon, she brought up the other two and placed them in front of my sister and me, then turned around and brought us three bowls and spoons.

After that, she pulled up a stool, sat over, looked at my mother expectantly, and said,

"Try it and see how much I get my mother's true biography."

My mother took a spoon, and now I scooped a spoonful of thick soup from the boiling casserole, put it on my mouth and blew it, and then put it into my little mouth.

"Well, this is the taste, exactly the same as before!"

Mom kept nodding her head, her eyes showing happiness from the bottom of her heart.

Regarding her mother's evaluation, the proprietress seemed very useful. I guess she always took her mother as the object and target of chasing.

"I've always been afraid that I can't do it well and ruin her brand, but I can finally rest assured that I can get such an evaluation from your old customer."

Mom smiled, picked up the high-temperature sterilized chopsticks on the table, and turned them over in the casserole.

"Cucumbers, tomatoes, pork liver, the same as before!"

This time, she was pleasantly surprised, because there are many recipes for Sanxian, some use fungus, some use sliced ​​meat, but obviously, my mother's favorite is this family's Sanxian formula.

She held a piece of pork liver and watched it back and forth for a while,

"I remember the first time I ate pork liver, but I was not used to the taste, but I don't know why, since I ate it for the first time, every time I passed by here, I couldn't help but want to come in and try it."

The proprietress sat aside and looked at my mother with a full smile, but did not answer.

"After graduating, I finally know why I can't help walking into this store every time, because my aunt is really enthusiastic, every time I see her, her face is full of smiles, sometimes When I'm in a bad mood, come and eat a bowl of Sanxian casserole, and then listen to the babbling of my aunt and the customers. The calm and enthusiastic lifestyle always makes me envious, and I'm not afraid of your jokes. I have dreamed of opening a restaurant, not asking how good the business is, but wanting to listen to the joys, sorrows and joys of customers every day, I think that life is full of poetry and comfort."

My mother said a lot in one breath, as if she was talking to herself, but I knew that she was recalling the time of her youth when she was full of various ideas.

"A life like ours, which is high or low, is more about chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. What is poetic and comfortable? There are more customers every day, and more money is made, which is pleasant!"

"It's the same!" Mom smiled and nodded again and again, "By the way, how is Auntie, how is your health?"

As soon as my mother's words came out, the proprietress who was sitting beside her gently shook her head,

"The old man passed away three years ago, with a cerebral hemorrhage!"

When she said this, there was a slight smile on her face, and there was no trace of sadness.

This does not mean that she is not filial, but as the children grow up, the dependence on their parents will become weaker and weaker, until one day, the children will have their own lives with their own families.

They will spend more time on their own life and work, while their parents have become holiday symbols.

When they receive the news of their parents' death, the first thing they think of will be the days when they were with their parents when they were young, and then cry, but after crying, they will quickly put down their sadness and continue to devote themselves to the future life.

They are not poets, and they don't have the wealth of the family for them to cherish and reminisce.

After a long time, you will slowly forget the kind of sadness in the past. When suddenly someone asks you about it one day, you will find that you can say those sad words without any waves.

Time is a magical thing, every minute, every second, there are joys and sorrows, but it will not stop for anyone.

"sorry!"

Although the proprietress was not sad, my mother couldn't help but apologize.

I felt like she was apologizing for herself, and when she suddenly heard the news of the death of a former acquaintance, she would feel a little heavy after all.

But my sister and I had nothing to do except sit silently on the sidelines.

After being silent for a while, the proprietress took the initiative to pick up some topics, but most of them were from 20 years ago. She told about the various longings and rebellions towards the outside world when she was helping her parents in the store at that time.