Chapter 1681 Mother of the Motherland - the way home from a dream (31)

  In the stove room, Old Man Li was busy.

  Li Ergou couldn't help, he looked at everything in the house, and from time to time he secretly glanced at the busy old father.

  At home, it seems that nothing has changed, everything is the way it is in memory.

   It's just that my father's hair is much whiter than I remembered, and his back is hunched over as I remembered. The whole person looks like he is many years older, as if he is about to die, and he will fall down at any time.

  In the kitchen room, there are waves of familiar scents.

   "Er dog, come and bring it out." Old Man Li shouted in the kitchen.

  Li Ergou rushed in and saw two bowls of wontons, steaming hot.

The    wontons were placed on the small table on the kang, and Li Ergou looked at the familiar wontons in front of him with sour eyes.

   "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat it. Don't you like the ravioli made by your father the most?"

   "Yes, yes, I like the wontons made by my father the most."

  Li Ergou remembered that their family was very poor, or the village, or even the entire country of China was poor in this era. Throughout the year, it is very likely that they could not eat meat several times.

  Only at the end of the year, pigs will be killed, and each household will share a few catties of meat.

   At that time, Dad would wrap the meat into wontons for them to eat.

   At that time, whether it was Li Ergou or other family members, what they looked forward to most was the Chinese New Year, and what they missed the most was this bowl of wontons.

  Li Ergou picked up the spoon, picked up a wonton and put it in his mouth.

   is very sweet.

   Wontons are mixed with soup and the belly is instantly warm.

   "tick"

   A few tears fell on the soup unknowingly.

   Old Man Li was stunned for a moment, and then he scolded: "You baby, why are you crying, is it because the ravioli made by Dad is not delicious?"

  Li Ergou hurriedly wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "How could it be possible, my dad's wontons are the best, I just haven't eaten them for a long time, no, I'm too excited when I eat them."

Old Man Li smiled: "You baby, you are so good with your father's wontons. But who made you my baby? Now that you are back, father will make more money to carry stones and dig rivers in the future. Work points and money, cut the meat and wrap you wontons."

   Looking at the smile of the old man in front of him, Li Ergou's heart was sore: "Well, that son is waiting. Thank you dad."

   "Hey, eat quickly, don't be cold."

   "Dad, you eat too."

  The two were eating wontons together. Old man Li asked about the Anti-Japanese War, and Li Ergou also told him, and the little old man listened with great interest.

   On this day, the two talked for a long time. Old Man Li was talking about the changes in Kenshui Village, and Li Ergou was talking about the War of Resistance.

   But Old Man Li didn't ask, why did Li Ergou come back only now after the end of the Anti-Japanese War for several years.

   As if he had forgotten about this.

   He didn't mention it, nor did Li Ergou.

The two chatted very late, and when Li Ergou saw that his father wanted to continue talking and was unwilling to sleep, he could not help urging him to go to bed. Old man Li was unwilling, as if he was afraid that he would go to bed and wake up and his son would be gone. .

   "How about we sleep on a kang?" Li Ergou suggested.

   The Li family has more than one house. When Li Ergou grows up, he will naturally not be able to sleep in the same house as his father.

   Old Man Li agreed.

  Outside the window, the moonlight is slightly cool, and the night sky is full of stars, which looks extraordinarily beautiful.

  Li Ergou looked at the old father sleeping beside him, remembered what his father said before going to bed, and he repeated it over and over again.

   He said: Ergou, if you want to go out tomorrow, you must wake up your father first.

   (end of this chapter)