There is nothing but jiaozi. Nothing often shows us that jiaozi is the best thing in the world.
His mother is a cultivator, but she never works hard. She doesn't like to talk, but she likes to sit alone in the kitchen, facing glistening dumpling wrappers and delicious stuffing, wrapping jiaozi one by one. It's okay. I've been asking her since I was a child. Why do you always pack jiaozi? His mother told him that jiaozi was delicious!
Get his mother has been helping the village chief pack jiaozi in a small restaurant, and the salary is not much. Because he only covers jiaozi, the restaurant doesn't need that much. So Huzi Niang made her own bag at home. When people in the village want to eat jiaozi, they go to nothing's house to buy it. Everyone says that jiaozi cooked by Huzi Niang is very delicious.
Nothing is a good father, nothing says so. He said that his father always beat him and his mother. You have been afraid of his father since you were a child, afraid that his father would stare at him as soon as he entered the door. However, getting a father is not always at home. He always follows some uncles to blow up mountains. Once, having fun with him, his father found him lying for a week. Nothing to say with a smile, look at my hard bones, all of which were played by my dad!
It's a pity that your father died early, otherwise you could have trained steel! Before he was eight years old, nothing was buried in the mountains. It's okay. I cried badly at that time, but I think I should cry badly, thinking that I don't have to be beaten again. Nothing is so sad. On the day of the funeral, she was still packing jiaozi. When she got off the coffin, she rushed over and threw herself in the dug grave, weeping bitterly and spilling all the wrapped jiaozi in the grave. People pulled her up and picked up jiaozi, saying it was unlucky! It's okay. Mom tore at the man and hit him hard, saying I gave him food! Give it to dad! That was the only time you saw his mother lose her temper.
Within a few months, the old lady in the village, Aunt Wang, came to Huzi's house one after another and gave Huzi candy to eat. The main purpose is to get nothing, saying that it is to find another object for her to live with. Oh, how difficult it is for a woman with a child! Listening to that kind of thing will grind cocoons out of your ears. If they come again, nothing will eat their candy! Sometimes they shut the door tightly. They knock on the door outside and make a hullabaloo about. Nothing is laughing in it, and nothing is smiling at him.
You are going to junior high school. When you sent him to school and arranged for the dormitory to go back, you looked at her back and left. I don't know where my hand gave him a hard pull. Wow, I cried! Nothing. Mom ran to him and asked him what was wrong. It's all his mother's fault for talking and crying all the time. Father is around, and he doesn't cry when he is beaten. Why are you crying now? ! Nothing cried more when I heard this, and nothing made my roommate feel a little uncomfortable watching him cry. I can't help it, so I asked him to send him jiaozi every week. Nothing can stop crying. Empress You really gives you jiaozi to eat every week. Sometimes if you give too much, you give it to your roommate. Eight students in their dormitory said that this is the best jiaozi you have ever eaten. There's nothing to flatter.
You Niangniang bought a jiaozi for the restaurant to earn you some living expenses, and met Aunt Wang in the restaurant. They have a good relationship. If you meet the matchmaker again, Aunt Wang will throw it away. Aunt Wang often lives in an empty house. They are always inseparable. But most of them still use firewood and cigarettes to wrap jiaozi in the kitchen. Aunt Wang's husband often does business in other places and doesn't go home several times a year. She has a daughter who has also been sent to the city to study, and her grandparents take care of her in the city. You can go home every month in the rural middle school, and it's not so hard to see your mother being taken care of.
We have known you since you were in high school. In the second year of high school, you and several of our good brothers were lying on the roof of the dormitory drinking and telling his story. We look at the stars all over the sky and tell our hearts happily. The starry sky reflects the comfort we can't express in words. At that time, I was dizzy. I tilted my head and said that my mother's jiaozi is the best in the world. ...
Nothing to go to college, he goes to work in other places. Like many high school students, I have never passed the college entrance examination. But fortunately, we are still in the same city. A few years after graduating from high school, when we meet again, we are no longer so immature. What remains unchanged is sincere and bright smiles and feelings.
We met for dinner in a restaurant that I thought was not bad. After dinner, we mentioned Huzi Niang. Nothing to say. After graduation, his mother and Aunt Wang opened a dumpling restaurant in the town, which can satisfy her love for jiaozi, and the business is quite good! Many people lined up to buy jiaozi to eat. I asked you to go back and help several times. You don't go, you tell them to do business and make a lot of money. When I came back to honor my mother, Aunt Wang laughed at him for not being sensible!
I have eaten jiaozi without anything, and I have to say this is the best jiaozi I have ever eaten. I patted my thigh and went back to your house to eat jiaozi! Look at me and smile, okay! !
When Huzi Niang heard that we were back, she closed the store from noon. When we arrived in the evening, Mom and Aunt Wang were sitting under the street lamp at the door of the store, chatting. Huzi Niang under the street lamp looks old, but she is still in good spirits.
Nothing Niang took what we took, said a few words of courtesy, and began to package jiaozi. That's what a tiger mother does. She doesn't know how to talk, but she likes to laugh.
Aunt Wang smiled and said to me, look at this, our shop has a lot of stuffing, fennel eggs, celery pork, mutton, green onions ... but there is nothing wrapped in anything!
Nothing. What stuffing?
Aunt Wang said this stuffing is only for free, not for dad!
Nothing ran to his mother's side, sat beside her and looked at the half bowl of dumpling stuffing. Eyes sparkling.
what are you reading? Take care of your friends! Nothing, mom said with a smile.
Jiaozi cooked, nothing more than jiaozi, jiaozi cooked by Aunt Wang, his "secret" jiaozi in front of you, and a leek and pork jiaozi in front of me. I can't help but think of my favorite stuffing.
It's okay. Mom greeted them a few words and went to the second floor where they lived. She said that she would have a rest and come down at the party. I think mom's eyes are a little red. Get her to go. Aunt Wang is tidying up. We looked at each other and didn't know what to say. There's nothing to say. It's the first time I heard that it's just me and my dad's jiaozi. Then he took half a catty of white wine and poured me a glass. Then ask Aunt Wang, why does my mother only pack jiaozi? They don't even cook now.
Aunt Wang paused in her hand and walked up to you and said, do you remember the night your father died?
There is nothing shocking, as if I remembered something. Swallow saliva with difficulty. Aunt Wang took off her apron and went upstairs, but there was nothing. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't speak and took a long drink of white wine. When I picked up jiaozi, tears pattered on jiaozi. I didn't say anything before I could speak. He said that on the night of his father's death, the three of them were wrapping jiaozi around the stove, with his father rolling dough and his mother wrapping it. There is nothing burning beside them.
I can imagine this picture. It's very enjoyable.
But when jiaozi didn't wrap it, someone patted his door and said that someone had an accident and had nothing to help him. Nothing can pull his father out of this area, because jiaozi can't eat until his father comes back. His father hit him, slapped him in the face and immediately made you cry. Your father took one look at him and left without looking back and never came back.
Nothing has been crying out of shape, and my back fluctuates violently on my desk.
Why has it never been about jiaozi? For her, maybe the spoiled child who has nothing to do with her father and hasn't finished eating the pot is the most regrettable thing in her life. Maybe when she was packing jiaozi, she could still feel that her man and son were still with him in that happy scene that night.
I looked at jiaozi in front of me. As you can imagine, it's okay for my mother to hold the dough in her left hand and put chopsticks in her right hand. She put it in, closed the dough, wrapped it with a passbook and put it on the sieve ... Then, it's okay. Dad sent a pile of dough and said you wrapped it too fast!
Finally, I stopped crying. I picked up a jiaozi and put it in my mouth. I didn't finish chewing, and then I picked up another one.
Nothing gave me the last jiaozi clip. I looked at him and he said with a smile. The best thing in the world!
I picked it up with trembling hands and sent it recently. The soup overflowed. After chewing, I found that it should be just ordinary jiaozi stuffed with pork and green onions, and there is some smoky smell of wormwood.
I laughed and tears welled up at the same time, that's right. This is the best thing in the world. This is the sadness that Huzi Niang spent her whole life trying to interpret, but she made such a beautiful thing.
I told you it was the best thing in the world.