The old lady picked up the spoon with a trembling hand, scooped up a dumpling and put it into her mouth, and her wrinkled face immediately stretched: "Comrade, your dumplings taste so good." ”

"If you like it, it's fine. Liu Mang took a small bottle of aged vinegar and sent it to the old lady's table.

"Fatty, the performance appraisal at the end of the month is coming soon, how is your performance this month?" asked Lao Zhang while eating.

"What else? The fat man looked depressed: "I sold a total of two cars this month, and I can't get a guarantee or not." ”

"Well, a customer will pick up the car tomorrow, and I'll put the list in your name. Lao Zhang said.

"Forget it. The fat man shook his head: "Why am I embarrassed to snatch your list? Besides, I now feel like a piece of waste, and I am not fit for this business at all." ”

"Don't, you're leaving, I'm so boring to do it alone, didn't we say okay? When we have saved enough money, we will think about doing something else together." Lao Zhang persuaded.

"Eat, these things affect the appetite. The fat man then dealt with the dumplings in the bowl.

"Okay. Lao Zhang ate a dumpling: "It's really good, the boss's dumplings are expensive, but the ingredients are really real, the filling of this dumpling must be made of some good ingredients, and it is so tender that it will come out of the water when you bite into it." ”

"Yes, I raised the chickens last time, so this time the pork also has a lot of origins? Ordinary dumplings don't have this taste. The fat man agreed.

"You are wrong, the pork is bought in the vegetable market, the sauerkraut is pickled by myself, everything is very ordinary. Liu Mang, who was wiping dishes behind the bar, heard the conversation between the two of them, raised his head and said.

"No, it's ordinary, why does it taste so good?" the fat man was a little suspicious: "Is there something special?"

"You mean additives and umami agents?" Liu Mang's face collapsed suddenly: "A chef with a little conscience would not play that kind of trick, let alone me." ”

"No! No!" Seeing that Liu Mang was angry, the fat man hurriedly explained: "I just think this dumpling is so delicious, especially this filling, which is tender and fresh, not at all like pork, how did this happen?"

"It's simple, just a snack. Liu Mang raised a finger: "Although the pork is very ordinary, I didn't cut it with a knife, but beat it with the back of a knife, so that there is no general feeling that pork is rotten in the mouth, but full of elasticity and tenderness." As for sauerkraut, it is easy to pickle, but before pickling, I first used a needle to pick out all the tendons of the leaves to make it more crispy......"

"We're really convinced!" the fat man and Lao Zhang gave a thumbs up.

"Therefore, even ordinary ingredients can be used in the right way, and only with the right heart can they be delicious. Liu Mang concluded.

"Can you make delicious food with your heart?" the fat man said with a thoughtful expression.

"That's right, mindfully. Liu Mang nodded, meaning to say.

"Comrade, settle the score. The old lady finished the dumplings in the bowl and stood up.

"Grandma, are the dumplings still delicious?" Liu Mang asked with a smile.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. The old lady took out a handkerchief from the bag, and inside it was a stack of fragmentary bills: "Comrade, how much?"

"Five. Liu Mang replied.

"Give. The old lady took out a bill, smoothed out the wrinkles, and placed it on the table.

"Grandma, are you alone?" Liu Mang helped the old lady push open the door, and found that it was raining heavily outside, so he asked.

"It's fine, a little bit of rain. The old lady took an umbrella out of her bag.

"Rest a little longer, it's raining too much. ”

"No, I still have to catch the train. The old lady insisted on going out.

"Train, is there still a train?" Liu Mang asked strangely.

"Well, look at the ticket. The old lady took out a ticket from her pocket: "Comrade, you can help me see if I have mistimed." ”

Liu Mang took it and looked at it, and his brows furrowed: "This is a car at more than 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, and there are still six or seven hours before the departure of the train." ”

"It's okay, I'll go to the station and wait. "The old lady is going out again.

"Grandma, it's still early, you can rest in the store, I'll send you there when the time is up, I can't delay." ”

"Is that good? The old lady said with some embarrassment.

"What's that, you're from Jiangdong, and so am I. Liu Mang said a word in Jiangfang dialect, and then pulled the old lady to the store.

"Comrade, then I'll trouble you, then I'll sit for a while and wait for the rain to stop before leaving. ”

Sitting back in the store, Liu Mang found a teacup and put in some Longjing tea leaves. With the boiling water poured in, the Longjing tea in the water is like thousands of small fish flying up and down, which is very beautiful.

The old lady held the teacup handed by Liu Mang and sat in a daze in a corner of the bar.

"What about the old lady's relatives, how can you let someone of this age take the train alone late at night?" said Lao Zhang softly.

"Who knows, in this society now, no one still talks about filial piety, and they all look at money. The fat man scolded.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. Liu Mang sighed and wiped the cup again.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a dark blue shirt was soaking wet, peering out the door.

"Mom, why are you here!" The middle-aged man rushed in as soon as he saw the old lady sitting in the corner of the bar.

"Why are you here?" When she saw this middle-aged man, the old lady was like a child who had done something wrong.

"Can I not come? You really, you said that when I was done, I would send you back, and now this is not a mess for me. The middle-aged man said loudly.

"It's not like I can't walk, you see, I've bought all my tickets. The old lady handed the ticket to the middle-aged man.

"Alright, alright. The middle-aged man was a little impatient, stuffed the ticket into his pocket, and helped the old lady up: "Let's go home and talk." ”

"I'm not going back, the tickets have been bought, and I'm going back to Jiangdong. The old lady brushed the man's hand away.

"What are you doing here? She's your daughter-in-law, and I'm your son. The middle-aged man tugged at his hair and sat down decadently.

"Don't worry about me, it's not easy for you, just live your own life. The old lady took out a towel from the bag and helped the middle-aged man wipe the rain off his face.

"Mom, just go back with me. The middle-aged man persuaded.

"You must be hungry, the dumplings here are delicious, let's eat a bowl of dumplings first." The old lady said to herself.

"Well, you'll have to come back with me when you're done. The man nodded: "Boss, next bowl of dumplings." ”