“...... Little brother, you're here, the tamales have been put in the steamer for a while, and they will be served to you in a while, so you can sit down for a while. ”

In the old small restaurant before, it seemed a little quiet, and the waiter was by the lobby door, processing some dishes.

noticed Lian Ge, so he quickly got up and said hello,

"Do you need to refill the bowl of rice?"

The waiter wiped his apron and asked aloud,

"No need. Lian Ge shook his head slightly.

"Then you wait a minute. The waiter answered, looked at Lian Ge again, sat down on the stool again, and continued to process some vegetables.

Turning his gaze, through the door of the restaurant, he looked at the somewhat deserted and empty restaurant lobby, and Lian Ge did not step into the restaurant again.

Turning his gaze back, looking at the street and town as quiet as a restaurant, Lian Ge stopped quietly,

“...... Brother, you're from out of town, aren't you?"

The waiter picked the vegetable leaves, saw that Lian Ge did not enter the restaurant and sat down, raised his head and looked at Lian Ge, and didn't say anything, just accosted him,

"Like usual, in our small restaurant, there are some surrounding residents, little brother, you look like a fresh face, you should be the head back. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the waiter in the restaurant, and nodded,

"If you're here for a tourist, you're supposed to be passing by, right? We don't have anything to see in the poor mountains here...... People in their own places are running outside. ”

The waiter picked the leaves, talked, raised his head and looked at the street in front of him,

Lian Ge glanced at the waiter, but didn't answer, turned his gaze, followed the potholed street, looked at this somewhat old and dilapidated town, and asked in a calm tone,

"This restaurant has been open for a few years, hasn't it?"

"It's not been a few years. Putting the picked dishes into the basket on the side, the waiter turned his head to look inside the restaurant, and then looked at the street outside the restaurant again.

"When I was in the eighties, my husband and I resigned from the factory and went to the sea to open this restaurant, he was in charge of busy in the back kitchen, I cleaned up the table in front, served the food to collect money, and greeted the guests...... How many years have it been. ”

As he spoke, the waiter's hand stopped,

"In the first few years, in the nineties, this street was still lively, and it was full of people all the time, and we renovated the store again...... Later, it slowly stopped, and the young people went out, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street, passing by, setting up stalls, and fewer and fewer people eating...... Sometimes, when you sit at the door here, you can't see anyone for a long time, even when the weather is good, when there are the most people, and the street is sparsely populated.

A few years ago, my husband and I were still discussing whether to move out as well, rent a store in the city, and reopen a restaurant...... After thinking about it, I still didn't go.

Now, this shop is open, so it should be a place for the neighbors to eat......"

The waiter looked at the deserted street, paused, and shook his head,

Turning around, he picked up the basket with the picked vegetables, and stood up from the stool.

“...... Little brother, the tamales should be almost there, I'll go and ask you, and I'll serve it to you. ”

After speaking, the waiter took the basket, stepped into the restaurant, and walked towards the back kitchen.

......

Watching the waiter walk into the back kitchen, Lian Ge retracted his gaze, turned his gaze, and looked at the increasingly quiet street,

Only the breeze blows, disturbing the faded plastic sheeting on the signboard overhead, making some noise,

The little mouse squatting on his shoulder also stood on his forelimbs, turned his head, and looked,

......

“...... Little brother, the tamales are ready, do you see if they are served to you on the table, or ......"

Wrapped in a cloth of steaming pottery bowls, the waiter came out of the kitchen again,

"Let's eat right here. Lian Ge glanced at the waiter, smiled slightly and said,

"Then I'll bring it to you, you can draw two pieces of paper and wrap it, this pottery bowl has just come out of the steamer, it's hot, or I'll get you a plate and buckle it." ”

The waiter took the pottery bowl with the tamale, walked out, looked at the steaming pottery bowl, hesitated and said,

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly, but did not refuse, pulled two napkins from the table next to the door of the restaurant, and took them casually.

Seeing this, the waiter handed the pottery bowl to Lian Ge,

"Little brother, be careful, this bowl is hot. ”

Lian Ge smiled and reached out to take it.

After the waiter handed out the pottery bowl, he put down the cloth, wiped his hands, and then took out a pair of chopsticks from the side and handed them to Lian Ge.

"Little brother, taste it, see the taste. ”

"Thank you. ”

In response, Lian Ge took the chopsticks and looked at the steaming steamed pork in the pottery bowl.

Holding chopsticks, Lian Ge picked up a piece of tamales and took a bite,

"How's it going?"

The waiter who was picking the leaves by the door of the restaurant raised his head and looked at Lian Ge, and asked out loud,

"It's good. ”

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge responded,

"It's good. This is the best dish in our restaurant, and many people like to eat it, the previous child, and his grandfather, and ......."

Listening to the words lingering in his ears and mixed with the breeze, Lian Ge picked up the tamales and tasted them again.

The taste is very ordinary, just like other tamales, but this quiet street and quiet town add a different flavor to it.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

The little mouse stood on his forelimbs, looking greedily at the bowl of tamales in the singer,

He smiled slightly, raised his head, looked at the deserted street again, turned his gaze, glanced at the mouse, picked up the steamed pork with chopsticks, and handed it to the mouse.

The mouse watched greedily, and before the chopsticks were completely in front of him, he opened his paws, hugged the piece of tamale, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it.

Eating, the mouse was also like Lian Ge, turning his head, looking around, standing on his forelimbs, looking into the distance,

Glancing at the mouse again, Lian Ge smiled slightly, didn't continue to eat the tamales in the bowl, put down the pottery bowl with chopsticks again, and put it on the dining table next to him.

"Little brother, is it the tamales that don't taste good?"

The waiter picking the dishes raised his head and looked at the pottery bowl on the dining table, then looked at Lian Ge, and couldn't help asking,

"It's delicious. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Lian Ge glanced at the waiter and retracted his gaze,

"Still, a taste is enough. ”

Hearing this, the waiter couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Without further explanation, he looked into the distance, and after a pause, Lian Ge moved his steps again, stepped down the steps in front of the restaurant, and walked forward along the quiet street.

Looking at Lian Ge's distant figure, the waiter had doubts in his eyes, wiped his hands, stood up from the stool, and walked to the table next to the door of the restaurant.

I took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks again, and the waiter took the chopsticks tamales and tasted them.

“...... It tastes the same as usual......"

The waiter tasted the taste, and his eyes were puzzled,

......

“...... Squeak, squeak. ”

Along the street, a man and a mouse are drifting away,

The mouse squatted on Lian Ge's shoulder, turned his head, and barked twice,

"yes...... Tastes good. There are both sweet and sour. ”

Smiling, Lian Ge looked into the distance and answered.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

In the wind, mixed with the words of Lian Ge, the cry of the guinea pig,

Behind him, the restaurant faded away with the quiet town.