It was the first time that the lady had come to this mountain village, and everything around her seemed so new, and her father was leading a large buffalo in front of him, and he sat on the ox cart with some of the few household belongings.

Madame remembered that she must have been only five or six years old at the time, and she did not know why her father had moved here, for no one else knew the father and daughter in the village, except for a distant relative who was not familiar with him.

However, the young lady did not think about the family situation at all, and she naturally followed her wherever her father went, and this was not the first time they had moved.

Madame had two braids and two little legs dangling on the ox cart, she didn't know what troubles were at her age, and she only hoped that there would be more companions to play with her in the place she had moved to.

Madame's wish seemed to have been granted very quickly, for as the ox-cart had crossed a brook, Madame saw in the creek some shirtless boys, who looked to be older than herself, and whose backs and faces were red from the sun.

The boys' attention was all on the fishing net in their hands, and as they struggled to pull it up, a fresh grass carp jumped in the net. The boys let out a loud laugh, and some of the stream's water splashed on their bodies and faces, and the droplets reflected a crystal light in the sunlight.

The laughter of the boys, the vivid grass carp, and the bright sunshine all converged into a moving picture, and the lady found that she was deeply attracted by the scene before her, especially the tallest and strongest brother among the boys, who laughed the loudest and had the most brilliant expression on his face. Although it was only a one-sided relationship, and there was not even any verbal exchange, the lady had the feeling that she wanted to get to know the boy, but out of the girl's instinctive reserve, she still sat on the ox cart and did not move, but her eyes were fixed on the boy's sunny smiling face. Mrs. later learned that the boy's name was Zhou Shan.

Maybe it was because he noticed that someone was looking at him, Zhou Shan raised his head and looked at the ox cart on the road, he found that the father and daughter were not from the village, the little girl sitting on the ox cart was braided and dangling, she was obviously looking at herself just now, but now she lowered her head shyly when she looked at her, which made Zhou Shan feel that this little girl was particularly cute.

Such an ordinary meeting, but Mrs. has been remembering it until now, and what she can't forget is that Mrs. saw Zhou Shan appear in front of her that night, he was carrying a bucket, and in the bucket was the grass carp caught during the day.

"You just moved here today, you shouldn't have anything to eat, my fish is a welcome gift," Zhou Shan said like a little adult.

Madame's father was worried about what to eat at night, and the grass carp just solved his urgent need, "Thank you, young man, where do you live?"

Zhou Shan turned around and pointed to the front of the road, where there was a resident built on the hillside, "That's my house," Zhou Shan said with a sincere smile on his face.

Madame's father saw that the little boy was so sensible at a young age, and touched his head lovingly, "It turns out that we are neighbors, and we often come to my uncle's house in the future, and my uncle will often go to the city to buy a lot of delicious food." ”

After Zhou Shan handed the bucket to the man, he quickly ran away, although this was the second time that Mrs. and him met, but the two still didn't speak, but the two pairs of small eyes would stop on each other's bodies from time to time.

The next day, Madame's father went to the market to buy some necessities, and brought back two catties of pork belly and a few packs of snacks that Madame liked to eat. My father made pork belly his best braised pork, and when he chose it, he deliberately chose the half-fat and half-lean part, so that the braised pork would not be too greasy or too dry, and the entrance was just right.

Two catties of pork belly were made into a big pot by him, and Mrs. was still wondering that when so many braised pork and two people couldn't eat it at all, my father put half of it in a bowl, and then asked Mrs. to send the braised pork to their neighbor's house.

In order to prevent the braised pork from being spilled on the road, Madame's father told her to hold the bowl with two hands all the way. So, the lady had to carry a bucket on her back and set off with delicious braised pork in her hand.

Perhaps because of the relationship that her father had emphasized many times, Madame walked cautiously all the way, much slower than usual, for fear that she would accidentally stumble somewhere. So in just a short distance of more than 100 meters, she had to walk for more than ten minutes to arrive, but fortunately, the braised pork finally appeared intact on the neighbor's table, and Mrs. finally knew the other party's name when she met Zhou Shan for the third time.

Somewhat similar to his wife's family background, Zhou Shan is also a single-parent family, but he has a mother. Zhou Shan's mother liked Mrs. very much when she saw her, pinching her little face while constantly praising her mouth, she looked so cute. also told Zhou Shan again and again that he should take good care of this new sister in the future and not let other boys bully her.

When she left Zhou Shan's house, Madame's hands were not idle, and she brought a bowl of new things, thin bamboo shoots.

This ingredient can be found everywhere in the countryside, and wherever there is a bamboo grow, you can see large areas of newly grown thin bamboo shoots. Peel these finger-thick bamboo shoots, remove the older part of the tail, and then cut them into rings and stir-fry them with some eggs or pork.

For some reason, Mrs. felt that the bowl of bamboo shoots in her hand must have been picked back by Zhou Shan from the mountain, as the so-called relying on the mountain to eat the mountain and relying on the water to draft water, the villagers living in the mountain have vividly reflected this point. On the way, Madame couldn't help but put the bowl to her nose and smelled it several times, the fragrance of bamboo shoots and the smell of eggs blended together, and the golden color was dotted with delicious green, which felt more delicious than the braised pork cooked by my father.

Mrs.'s father didn't expect that his daughter would bring back a new dish from the neighbor's house, and the bowl of braised pork was originally to thank the neighbor for the grass carp sent yesterday, but now this back and forth, it seems that he owes a new favor.

So sharing food has become a never-ending ritual between the two families, and Mrs. and Zhou Shan have naturally become a means of transportation for adults, and sometimes there will even be two people carrying a plate of food on the road, and the two will happily exchange directly, and then each return to their own homes.

Soon, Mrs. and Zhou Shan became familiar, and they were tired of playing together every day like other friends, looking like a pair of brothers and sisters with a particularly good relationship. Until one day, the two came to a special place alone.