In the countryside, the preference for sons over daughters and the distinction between grandchildren and grandchildren are very, very different. Because my grandmother's house and my grandmother's house are only 100 meters apart, when I was a child, I often went to my grandmother's house to ask my second uncle to help me catch sparrows, teach me to catch yellow eels, and the most valuable furniture in my grandmother's house I think is the cupboard (kitchen cabinet) full of infinite mystery, there is always a plug on it, every time I go to my grandmother's house, I have to find a way to jump up and see what is delicious inside, but there is almost nothing fresh except for pickles and edamame, until one day, I saw a big bowl of wontons inside, so I begged my grandmother to eat wontons, grandma said that the wontons are not edible, eating will have diarrhea, although I am naughty but also an obedient good child, my grandmother is also good for me, so I don't want to eat it...... However, it didn't take long for my eldest cousin (her grandson) to come at this time, my grandmother in front of me, took the bowl of wontons to my brother to eat, I didn't eat any of them, I suddenly realized something, it was really called Tiansha, killing pigs like crying until the sky was dark, I ran back to my house a hundred meters away from the house, grandma hugged me at the door to comfort and coax me, after learning the reason, she kindly put her index finger in the middle of her lips, signaling me not to cry anymore, let my mother know that she would be sad。

She came to wrap the wontons for me to eat, my grandmother is a virtuous and kind old man, although she has no culture but in the village is very respected, when I was a child, every time I was tired of playing, I always lay on her legs and fell asleep, this time I didn't eat my grandmother's wontons, she didn't say anything, silently took out flour and pickles and fried two eggs, mixed the chopped eggs in the pickles that were washed and washed to make the filling, and poured some flour out and rubbed the dough vigorously, and after a while, she wrapped the wontons, which was the best and most delicious wonton branded in my imprint。

When I grew up and became a family, I accompanied my mother to recall this period when I was walking and chatting, she told me: At that time, my mother gave birth to you who was sick in bed all day and couldn't get up, I heard that your grandmother wontons didn't give you a single crying and ran back, I also secretly shed tears in the quilt, your grandmother is really not as good as your grandmother; when my grandmother gave birth to your little uncle and went to the hospital, my uncle was hungry and cried at home, I was only 10 years old and really had no choice, so I took a bowl and ran to the village canteen to find your grandmother and explain the situation, then your grandmother was responsible for cooking for each production team in the canteen of the brigade, your grandmother gave me a bowl of rice porridge soup and came back to feed my uncle, and said to me: Child, you will come back to make some after eating.