Lin Yu stretched out his chopsticks to the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, to be honest, Lin Yu hadn't eaten this dish for a long time. Because my grandmother has diabetes, all the dishes at home must not be sugary, so even when Lin Yu came home during the summer vacation, his mother never made this dish again.

Unexpectedly, now I tasted it at a stranger's house, the sweet and sour pork ribs made by the old man were wrapped in light red sugar juice, each piece looked so crystal clear, and some green onions were evenly sprinkled on the ribs before cooking. The golden color of the pork ribs themselves, the light red of the sugar juice, and the bright green of the green onions, the three colors complement each other in the same dish, and Lin Yu knows that the taste must not be bad before he tastes it.

The whole piece of pork ribs was put into Lin Yu's mouth, he chewed it slowly a few times, the sweetness was just right, it was both flavorful and not too greasy, the flesh and bones were fried for a short time, the meat was still soft, and in the process of biting his teeth, bursts of rich fragrance began to emanate, and the gravy began to mix with the sugar juice...

Lin Yu let out a heartfelt sigh, the sweet and sour pork ribs made by the old man were a must, and he even tasted some flavors similar to his grandmother in them.

"Is it really so delicious?" The old man heard Lin Yu's admiration, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, "If you like to eat, eat more, don't have leftovers." ”

Lin Yu will not be polite, he knows that the old man can't eat so much, and the dishes at noon today are so sumptuous, most of them are for himself to eat, so Lin Yu also feasted on it.

In addition to sweet and sour pork ribs, the braised fish is also very good, although the most ordinary crucian carp was bought, but after the old man's cooking, the meat was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it seemed that it naturally melted in his mouth without chewing, and the big bowl of rice in front of Lin Yu was quickly eaten by him, and he went to the kitchen to add a second bowl by himself.

Lin Yu noticed that the old man took care of Xiaohua first before starting to eat by himself, she put half a bowl of rice in Xiaohua's exclusive rice bowl, and carefully poured some braised fish soup, and then mixed the fish and pork ribs in it, such a delicious and delicious meal, so that Xiaohua buried her head in it and never lifted it again.

The old man's teeth were not very good, so she just tasted a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and she didn't eat much braised fish, Lin Yu saw that the most she put in her bowl was vegetables.

At first, Lin Yu thought that the old man wanted to let him eat more, so he said, "Grandma, you can also eat more meat dishes, I can't eat it alone." ”

The old man smiled silently, "I can't eat so much meat at my age, and I usually just buy vegetables, and occasionally buy some meat and fish for Xiaohua to eat. ”

It can be seen that what the old man said is the truth, Lin Yu remembered that his grandmother didn't dare to eat too much meat now, and the doctor told her to eat more vegetables and fruits to be good for her health. People of their age have some physical problems to a greater or lesser extent, so they must also avoid eating food.

Lin Yu was very full of this meal, the sweet and sour pork ribs were basically eaten by him, and most of the braised fish was left, and Lin Yu really couldn't eat it. Seeing that Lin Yu had done his best, the old man squinted his eyes and said, "Child, if you can't finish eating, just let it go, it's not good to break your stomach later." ”

After the meal, Lin Yu let the old man rest in the room, and he took on the job of washing the dishes, he found that the old man did not have a refrigerator at home, but the leftover dishes should not be bad at night.

After the old man returned home, she didn't mention her son's affairs again, everything seemed to be settled, and her life revolved according to the previous trajectory, it seems that the old man really has to wait until the day when his son comes back for the New Year.

While Lin Yu was washing the dishes, he was thinking about how to continue his task, but until all the dishes were cleaned, Lin Yu still didn't have a clue. At the moment, there is only one step at a time, at least the old man is very welcome to come to the house as a guest, the old man told him during the meal, as long as the school allows, he can stay here for as long as he wants, the old man just felt that he was bored alone.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the old man woke up from a nap, and she came out of the room to see Lin Yu sitting in the hall, leaning against the solid wood sofa with a pair of black headphones in his ears, looking down at the mobile phone screen in front of him. The old man had a knowing smile on his face, she was glad that she woke up and saw a big living person sitting in her own house, the old man had not tried this feeling for a long time, usually the only living thing in this house except herself was Xiaohua.

"Child, shall we go out for a walk?" the old man walked to Lin Yu's side and asked, according to her routine, after the lunch break, she would go for a walk outside to exercise her muscles.

Lin Yu was listening to the song and brushing the headlines just now, and in the headphones was a cheerful-sounding but full of warm family song "Listen to Mother's Words", the lyrics were sung, "Listen to your mother's words, don't let her get hurt, you want to grow up quickly to protect her, beautiful white hair, sprout in happiness, angel magic, warm and kind..."

Lin Yu, who was immersed in his own world, raised his head, and suddenly saw the old man's kind face, and the warm smile on her face was exactly the same as the mother described in the lyrics. Lin Yu's expression froze for a moment, he felt that the old man must be a good mother, but her son didn't listen to his mother very much, at least in his own opinion, the relationship between the two mothers and sons was a little too estranged.

Lin Yu nodded, got up from the sofa, and walked out of the wooden house with the old man, and came to the alley that was always so deep and quiet.

The old man's so-called walk was only from her house to the stream on the outskirts of the alley, a total distance of one or two hundred meters. But the old man walked slowly, and she would often stop to look at the new flowers in the neighbor's pot, and the creeper in the corner of the wall that was about to climb the roof.

Eventually, they sat down under a large banyan tree by the stream, the sun was shining outside, and everything in the world was reflecting the warm golden light, and the stream under their feet was constantly making the sound of rushing water, and a raised stone could make it turn out white waves. The little flower came out at some point, and it walked slowly along the stone steps beside the stream, its chubby head constantly poking into the side of the flowing water, as if it was greedy for the fish that happened to appear in the water.

The old man quietly watched all this around her, she sat on the bamboo and rattan chair under the banyan tree, her expression was serene, the breeze blew a strand of her silver hair floating, but then it slowly sank, time seemed to slow down, the years were quiet...