Time flies. Forty years have passed and the sea has undergone earth-shaking changes. On the hard-working land, a high-end community has emerged. The meagre three meals have been replaced by fresh shrimp and fish. When I go home from business, my mother will make me a Zhajiang Noodles. My mother has been in good health since she was a child, but she can't stand time. She is really old. I leaned against the kitchen door, watching my mother operate calmly and listening to her rambling about the past. After a while, I smelled the sauce, hey! Or the most accustomed taste. ...
Memories of my childhood came to my eyes instantly. At that time, I was naughty and ignorant. When I came home at night, the light was already on. After a hard day's work, my mother is still hunched over, holding a rolling pin in both hands, rolling noodles on the wide noodle table. But I am secretly happy: I want to eat noodles with dregs! ) The dough is very obedient in my mother's hands, and it is repeatedly rolled into a huge thin dough. Fold it, fold it. Next is my favorite Daoxiao Noodles! The kitchen knife moves up and down to repeat an action, and the noodles with uniform width and slender strength are ready! Cook it out of the pan and pour it with my mother's fried sauce. It's delicious and salty, and you snore like thunder at the entrance. Three bowls are absolutely over the top, beautiful!
Today, I dare not be greedy. Two bowls are enough. Looking up at the kind and contented eyes of my mother with thick hair, wiping the sweat from my forehead ... Slag river is not a delicious feast, but it is my favorite taste, my mother's taste.