"Come, your wontons, you like spicy food, so I'll put you with more rice peppers. ”

The old man held a porcelain bowl and placed a steaming bowl of wontons on the table in front of the young man.

"Whew...... Hiss ......"

The young man took out the chopsticks from the chopsticks next to him, picked up the still hot wontons and ate them.

"It's still Lao Yangtou, your wontons here are delicious, and you can't taste them anywhere else. ”

"If you like it, if you like it...... Eat slowly and without rush. The old man wiped his hands with the handkerchief in his hand and said with a smile.

"Uh-huh...... Hmmm...... "The young man responded, eating wontons. I don't know if it's too spicy, or if it's too urgent, or if I haven't tasted the taste in my memory for too long, the young man's eyes are a little moist.

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On the side, the old man glanced at the young man, smiled, and walked over to Lian Ge and the others, who had been sitting at the table next to him.

"This gentleman, miss, what do you two want to eat?" the old man smiled and asked Lian Ge and the two politely.

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoying didn't answer, turned her head to look at Lian Ge,

Lian Ge nodded to Gu Xiaoying with a slight smile and said to the old man

"Two bowls, old man, you are the best. ”

The voice fell, and near the table by the kitchen, the young man who was eating wontons turned his head and said,

"The best thing in Lao Yang's family has to be fresh meat wontons, right?"

Hearing this, the old man turned around, nodded with a smile, and looked at Lian Ge and the two again,

"Then let's have two bowls of fresh meat ravioli. Smiling, Lian Ge said out loud.

"Well, then you wait a minute, I'll go and give you two. The old man nodded, and walked into the kitchen again.

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"Little brother, this is the first time you come to Lao Yang's house to eat wontons, right?" At the table near the kitchen, the young man was eating wontons while talking to Lian Ge and the others,

"First time. Lian Ge nodded and responded,

"This wonton shop has been open for a long time?"

"It's not a long time, at least twenty or thirty years, when I was a child, this shop was here, at that time it was still relatively lively, not far away from a factory, and there was a children's school, and then the factory collapsed, and this place gradually fell into dilapidation, and our family moved from around here...... "The young man shook his head, "This time I came here to send invitations to the old neighborhoods, and when I passed by this alley, I saw a light, so I walked in and took a look...... I didn't expect this store to be open now. ”

As he spoke, the young man finished the last few wontons in the bowl, picked up the bowl, and took a few sips of soup.

"Old Yangtou, how much is it. ”

The young man put down the bowl, stood up, and shouted into the kitchen.

"It's still the same as before, eight bucks. In the kitchen, Lao Yang replied with a smile,

"It's been so long, and the price hasn't gone up?"

"No, it's all old neighbors, old customers, it's enough to earn firewood money. Lao Yang responded and said, "There is an iron box next to the kitchen, just put the money in it, and find the change yourself......

"Okay. The young man took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket, put it in the somewhat mottled and rusty tin box, and did not look for any change.

"Old Yangtou, then I'll go first, next time, I'll bring my wife over to eat. ”

"Okay, good ......" Lao Yang Tou responded, then walked out of the kitchen, took out two one-yuan change bills from the iron box with a pair of unused chopsticks, and handed them to the young man.

"But let's take the change that should be found, as much as it should be. ”

Hearing this, the young man looked at Lao Yangtou, and then at the two yuan change that was held by chopsticks, first a little embarrassed, and then smiled,

"Good ......" answered, and the young man took the money,

"Old Yang, you are busy first, and I'll go. ”

"Slow down ......"

Old Yang Tou greeted him, and watched the young man disappear into the alley where the lights were illuminated, and gradually faded away.

Retracting his gaze, Lao Yang turned around and walked towards the kitchen again.

I took out the well-cooked wontons, put them in a bowl, scooped some soup, adjusted the taste, and squatted out of the kitchen with two bowls of wontons.

"Sir, Miss, slow down. ”

The two bowls of wontons were placed on the table in front of Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying, and Lao Yangtou, who had no other guests, also sat down at the table next to him.

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Looking at the old man at the table beside him, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and set his eyes on the bowl of wontons in front of him.

The old porcelain bowl has been washed cleanly, but the cyan pattern still speaks volumes about how long it has passed.

Just like in ordinary people's homes ten or twenty years ago, there are no special porcelain bowls with fresh meat wontons.

The wonton skin is thin, soaked in the soup, and there are a few green onions floating on the soup, and a steaming mist lingers over the bowl.

Through the overflowing smell, you can also smell the strong aroma of lard.

On the side, Gu Xiaoying looked at the wontons in the bowl in front of her, and then at Lian Ge, but did not move.

After Lian Ge smiled at Gu Xiaoying, he picked up the side of the bowl, the somewhat thick white porcelain spoon, scooped up a wonton, mixed it with some soup, and took a bite.

On the side, seeing this, Gu Xiaoying also picked up the spoon and ate it.

"How's it taste?"

Lao Yang, who was sitting at the table next to him, saw the two of them eating, and asked with a smile.

"It's good. Lian Ge smiled, tasted the taste in his mouth, and said, "It's like the smell of the door of the house, the downstairs of the house." ”

"It's delicious......" On the side, Gu Xiaoying also said aloud,

"That's good, that's good......," Lao Yang responded, "If it's not enough, I'll cook you two more bowls." ”

"One bowl is enough. Lian Ge took a bite of the wonton and shook his head.

"Well... Okay......" Old Yang Tou responded, and then fell silent a little.

Lian Ge glanced at Lao Yang's head and didn't speak again,

Then, the store suddenly fell silent.

......

“...... In my thirties, when I was in my forties, I left the factory and went to sea. In order to support his family, he opened this wonton shop...... When I first started, the wontons I made always tasted a little worse.

In order to ponder the taste, the family eats wontons every day, and my wife still complains about me......" As he spoke, Lao Yang Tou laughed, and then fell silent again,

“...... Who knows, in this moment, more than 30 years have passed......

This shop is also yellow and wrinkled like the old man......"

Old Yang Tou sat at the table and narrated, as if he had fallen into a long memory,

"More than ten years ago, my son had cancer and left, and my wife was too sad and passed away within a few years...... From now on, I'll be guarding this store every day, and I won't have a place to go or a home to ......."

“...... The old customers who often come tell me, Lao Yang, Lao Yang, you have worked hard, guarding this store all day long, only I know, which is me guarding it, it is it accompanying me. By the way, I can also talk to customers......"

Gu Xiaoying listened to Lao Yangtou's narration and gradually stopped the movements in his hands, while Lian Ge continued to eat the wontons in the bowl without hurrying.

“...... After all these years, at last, this shop has come to an end, and now it's time for me to go home, old man. ”

As he spoke, Lao Yang turned his head to look at Lian Ge with a smile.

In Gu Xiaoying's film and television line, the old Yang Tou who was talking was gradually disappearing, and the lights in the house and the old alley illuminated by the lights outside the house were gradually dimming again.

At this time, the wontons in Lian Ge's bowl were also eaten.

After a pause, Lian Ge picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip of soup, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Turning his head, Lian Ge looked at the old man who was still sitting at the table next to him,

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