Lao Jiu really closed the door unceremoniously, leaving the three of them standing outside the door a little embarrassed.

Zhang Wushen shook his head at the father and son helplessly: "That's his temper, go, I'll take you to dinner." ”

Two unlocks to drive.

Standing on the side of the road, Li Yiming took a closer look, he didn't pay attention to it just now, and now he saw that the door number said Outer Seven Alleys.

The alley is not wide, at most three meters, and there are tall ancient trees at both ends, and there are wells under the trees.

On the ground is not a smooth bluestone slab, on both sides are slightly black gray brick walls, with moss that has grown for I don't know how many years, the higher it goes, the more it is sunburned and white, only the ground is still a little fresh.

Inside the old wooden doors on both sides of the alley are all kinds of shops, some making clothes, some making shoes, some playing cotton, some making bamboo, the sound of bangbang bang tuk tuk clattering is endless, and the human voice and dog barking are intertwined, like a somewhat chaotic symphony.

The sun was shining down, and tiny dust and cotton wool were flying in the air.

"It's just two alleys. Zhang Wushen stepped into the car and set off first.

Li Jianguo rode a bicycle with his son to follow closely, carefully crossing the stone road, and the gap in the middle was easy to hurt the tires.

Turn two alleys to arrive, this should be a private small restaurant, not even a signboard, very clean.

"His family doesn't use food stamps. "Zhang Wushen should be quite familiar with this place.

There was no one else in the store, just a middle-aged man wiping a few old tables.

"Lao Yang!" Zhang Wushen greeted loudly when he entered the door.

The man turned his head.

It's probably the owner, who seems to be a chef and waiter, about fifty years old, with a thin face and wrinkles when he smiles.

He was a little surprised to see Zhang Wushen: "Xiao Wu, didn't go to the stall so early?"

"I'll go later, bring a friend and try your craft first. Zhang Wushen gestured to Li Jianguo and the others.

"Li Jianguo. ”

"Yang Zhenliang. ”

"Welcome, welcome, I don't have any craft, I do it blindly. Lao Yang politely stretched out his hand and shook Li Jianguo, "If you want to eat something, it's written on it." This is your son?"

Li Yiming didn't need to be reminded, and called Uncle Yang obediently.

looked at Li Jianguo and the three of them sweating: "It's hot, hurry up and drink some soup first." Today is seaweed egg drop soup, cold. ”

As he spoke, he entered the kitchen, but after a while, three bowls were placed on the windowsill for the dishes: "No money, as much as you want!"

Zhang Wushen was not polite, took a bowl first, and drank it happily.

Li Jianguo smiled and thanked him, put the bag by the wall, and also took a bowl, signaling Li Yiming to drink it too, although he brought a pot of water in the morning, he drank it all halfway through.

The seaweed was cut into pieces, the egg flowers were beaten very loosely, and the soup was really cool in the mouth, and it was particularly refreshing to drink on this hot day.

Li Jianguo generously ordered a few meat dishes, three portions of braised pork, as well as a stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots, a stir-fried vegetables and three bowls of rice, ready to be delicious.

Lao Yang stir-fried vegetables in the kitchen.

The small restaurant is very hot, and there is an old ceiling fan whirring on the ceiling, and the hot air barely brings a hint of coolness.

Li Yiming sat at the table, looking at the price card hanging on the wall, the price of the dish written in chalk, the most expensive is two yuan and five cents for braised pork, and now pork with belt fat is also eight cents to two pieces a piece, and one should be a catty, and I don't know if it is more or less.

Listening to the gossip of Li Jianguo and Zhang Wushen, the price is not high, of course, it must be more expensive than what you make at home, but people always have to make money to open a store, and the most important thing is that there is no food stamps here, and you can buy it if you have money.

Since last year, food stamps have been no longer needed for food in many localities, and although grain and oil are still purchased and sold in a unified manner, the prices of other commodities have also been liberalized, but the stipulation is that they must not be higher than those of the state-run enterprises.

It can be seen that Lao Yang's cooking skills are good, and he is not flustered in the kitchen, and then he hears the sound of spatulas colliding, and the aroma of oil smoke rushes out.

Li Yiming immediately heard the gurgling sound in his stomach.

He walked to the kitchen and watched Lao Yang stir-fry, as well as the skillful stir-frying, the strength of Lao Yang's hands was really not small.

"Right away!" said to him.

Sure enough, it was right away, the first dish was fried pork slices with dried bamboo shoots, the light brown dried bamboo shoots were cut into slices, and then stir-fried with thin pork belly slices, adding a lot of green onion leaves, very fragrant.

Then the second dish is fried cabbage with sliced meat, which is also very fast.

The braised pork is the slowest in the back, but it is not much slower, it is estimated that the meat is cooked first, as long as everything is stir-fried and seasoned and simmered for a while.

A very organized person, this is Li Yiming's impression of Lao Yang.

"Eat, eat!" Li Jianguo greeted with chopsticks.

"Lao Li, which unit is my sister-in-law in?" Zhang Wushen asked casually.

Li Yiming's body stiffened.

"She's gone to the side. Li Jianguo replied lightly, "It's very hard, and I can't come back all year round." Come on, try this dish, it's delicious!"

Zhang Wushen nodded.

Li Yiming lowered his head, put a pair of chopsticks with meat in his bowl, and heard his father's voice in his ears: "Eat!"

It turned out that his father had always been his mother to the side, Li Yiming took a bite of rice hard, endured the sourness in his eyes and chewed his head down, calming the emotions in his heart.

"Yes, when the half-sized child is the most delicious, hurry up and eat it!" Zhang Wushen also came over with a piece of chopsticks and meat, "It's very uncomfortable not to see your mother, right?"

Li Yiming lowered his head and nodded, the soreness in his eyes had turned into wetness, and a tear had fallen into the bowl.

"Xiao Zhang, did you organize a trip to Gutian in Hangzhou?" Li Jianguo quickly took the topic away, "I went there once four years ago, and I ate that particularly famous dried radish at that time. ”

As he spoke, he took a piece of meat and put it in his bowl.

"Yes, yes... There have been going, several times. Come on your own...... Eat, eat, eat!" Zhang Wushen replied again and again, as if he knew that he had accidentally said something wrong.

…...

Li Jianguo and Zhang Wushen chatted while eating, from all over the world, to the north and south, to rural cities, to local people's feelings, and to various news, with a wide range of topics.

After Lao Yang finished stir-frying the dishes, he smiled and let them eat well.

I sat at a table and chair near the door, fiddling with a radio, listening to the radio and sometimes picking up a few words.

The three adults were all talking about society, and Li Yiming was eating and listening, while still thinking about his own thoughts, trying to get rid of the sadness.

It turned out that my mother had gone to the branch, and she couldn't come back because the country needed it.

That's a powerful reason!

......

Before he knew it, the tears in his eyes disappeared, and he half-bowed his head, quietly holding the dish, chewing in his mouth, and swallowing slowly.

The taste of this stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots is also very fragrant, but there should be more than a dozen variations of this stir-fried method,......

It's like when children are naughty and are spanked by adults with bamboo sticks, the sound always has a different rhythm, and the cry is also divided into many tones, some may be in C major, some may be D minor, if it is two people spanking one butt, it should be a concerto, if it is running and chasing all the way, it may be a sonata......

Every family will, thousands of years of inheritance, spanking should actually be regarded as a traditional craft, thirty years later, so many crafts have become intangible cultural heritage, but no one seems to say to protect this, no wonder the children have changed.

Did Mom and Dad beat me up when I was a kid?

There seems to be......

It's just a little ...... I can't remember.