The old daddy has no culture, but he still knows the idiom of "beautiful and delicious", it turns out that he only knows that this word is used to describe beautiful women, but looking at the bowl of soup containing beautiful mountain scenery in front of him, he couldn't help muttering to himself: No matter how beautiful a beauty is, you can't eat it, this is a real beautiful food. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

You can't taste such a beautiful soup in a cramped and gloomy kitchen, it's a desecration of a work of art!

With a pilgrimage-like pious heart, the old father walked out of the kitchen with a soup bowl and sat on a bamboo chair under the big locust tree. Here is the charming scenery of Whalebone Mountain, and then look down at the soup like a miniature landscape sketch, the old father is a little drunk. The mountain breeze blows, and the forest sea is filled with green ripples, and the layers of leaves rustle in the breeze, which makes people feel calm.

The fresh mountain breeze carries the smart aroma of the soup, which makes people feel that all the gluttonous insects in their hearts have been hooked out.

The old father looked left and right at this bowl of soup, but he was reluctant to taste it, not because he didn't want to eat it, but because the production process of this soup was not complicated, and it could even be called extremely simple, as if it would be seen at a glance. And he also has the materials, but why has he never made this spiritual rhyme?

The old father's eyes have never been so wide in his life, he wants to remember the appearance of this soup, and in the future he will copy this soup for his son and grandson to taste.

Chang Zhaowen saw the strange appearance of the old daddy looking like a diorama, and guessed his thoughts, and did not urge him, even if the soup should be eaten hot to better taste the flavor.

"Ah!" "Humans are high-level animals, and they can suppress their desires in the face of delicious food, but animals can't. A waterfowl that came out of nowhere, moving like a white lightning bolt, flashed in front of the old father, and before he could see its appearance clearly, it was gone.

"Where did the unlucky bird come from, but dare to snatch food from me! Old man, I must break your neck!" The old father was so angry that his neck was red, and the landscape painting in his bowl was finally broken by the wild bird that did not understand the style, and the white mullet eggs floating on the surface were much less.

Longevity!

On weekdays, even if these wild birds are bold, they are still afraid of people after all, especially the old father, who dared to rush over and grab his things today!

The old daddy was still scolding in his mouth, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, and when he looked up, hey, the old daddy was so frightened that he gasped, and his legs couldn't help but tremble, and the big locust tree on his head was actually crowded with a group of black water birds, they all lowered their heads one by one, staring at the soup bowl on his table, and some of the bird's wings had been raised, as if waiting for the opportunity, and would fly down at any time.

Damn, he's eighty-six years old this year, when did he get this kind of bird air!

Old Daddy shook his clenched fists menacingly at the birds in the trees, of course he also knew that it was useless, and today these birds were more evil than the other.

The hero didn't fight with the birds, so the old dad hurriedly picked up the soup bowl, and the spoon was gone, and he drank a big sip directly.

Not?

As soon as he took a sip of hot soup, the old man snorted and felt like the sky was spinning, no, to be exact, everything around him was spinning, and he was spinning at high speed.

The fresh aroma of the tender camellia formed a powerful mountain wind, pushing the entire whalebone mountain to rotate around him at high speed. The delicacies of the mountains that he has tasted since he was a child, the wild mushrooms that can shed his eyebrows after the rain, the crisp sweet and tender bamboo shoots that are hidden under the soil, and the delicious pecans that are fragrant all over the mountains burst in his mouth......

How is this possible?!

The old daddy smacked his mouth, felt that there were still a few pieces of mullet eggs as thin as paper in his mouth, and his teeth bit lightly, which was terrible, refreshing and springy, and the sweet taste was like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfing his consciousness.

A heavy layer of delicious seafood appeared in his mind one by one, there was the fish head soup stewed by his mother when he was a child, sucking gently, the tender fish brain mixed with the milky white fish soup poured into his mouth; With his head down, he secretly aimed at him from time to time with the corner of his eye, silly girl, your movements are so obvious, why do you think that others don't see your small movements?

Then his arm sank, and a chubby little boy jumped into his arms, a fleshy little hand hooked his neck, and the other little fat hand stuffed a small dried fish with saliva into his mouth: "Daddy, eat fish, fish is delicious!"

The mouth chewed mechanically, and the roasted dried dried fish had a strong taste of the sea, but the taste was slightly salty......

Old Daddy's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly understood that this salty taste was the hot tears that kept pouring out of his old eyes, running down his cheeks and sliding down his mouth......

Sure enough, the feeling just now was just a dream after all.

The old father looked at the empty soup bowl in front of him in a daze, there were four or five different varieties of water birds, landing on the wooden table, and the feathers on his body were also trembling slightly, obviously stealing the soup in his bowl, and he was also shocked.

I just don't know what the birds' dreams are? Do they also have parents, lovers, and young children in their dreams?

The old dad had forgotten the cruel words he had blurted out because of the birds stealing food, and at this moment, looking at the abnormal reactions of these water birds, he actually had a feeling of "having a kinship".

Grabbing the empty bowl, he looked up at Chang Zhaowen, who was also looking at him on the threshold of the wooden house: "Is this really just a bowl of mullet egg soup with wild camellia? Why am I ...... Do you feel so many things?"

Chang Zhaowen also held a bowl of soup in his hand, he did not directly answer the old father's words, but took a sip of the bowl, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the double shock of taste and soul.

The old father lowered his head and savored the feeling just now, his body was still trembling uncontrollably because of the shock, and he thought about it for a while, but it also made him come up with some doorways.

The bowl of soup looks like a miniature landscape of landscapes, green leaves and white flowers alone show the spirituality of the whalebone mountain, the so-called seeing the subtleties is nothing more than that, right?

Chang Zhaowen over there finished drinking his soup and stood up silently.

Some people say that the stomach is connected to the heart, and delicious food will stir the heart.

But more often than not, taste is actually connected to memory, which is why for many people, the most delicious thing is often only in the depths of memory, an inconspicuous snack on the side of the road in their hometown, a small dish made by their childhood mother...... You may not feel much when you eat it, but years later, it is so unforgettable when you recreate it in your memory.

"I'll give you all this!" Old Daddy took out a cardboard box and put his can of dried mullet eggs into the cardboard box, "Say, I have dry goods here, and what else is eye-catching for you, I will pack it for you together!"

"Old Daddy, didn't you say that you still have to keep some of these dried mullet eggs for your son and grandson?"

"That's it, I don't have the ability to make that soup of yours, I've lived for 86 years, and I can still see my catties clearly...... Your soup ...... Eh, I'd better stop messing with the material!"

Chang Zhaowen hurriedly took out his mobile phone, "Daddy, do you have a bank account number, I'll transfer you ......"

"I'll give you my son's mobile phone number, you can transfer it to him!" The old father quickly stuffed the dry goods in Chang Zhaowen's point into the cardboard box, "I only have one request, next time I take my son and grandson to the city to find you, can you let them taste this soup too?"

"Okay!" Chang Zhaowen naturally gave an affirmative answer.

Closing the cardboard box, the old father looked up at the cabin in front of him, and suddenly he seemed to see the old woman, "Acui!" He couldn't help but exhale, but the other party just smiled at him and disappeared.

A person's heart will be empty after being lonely for a long time, but today, the old father's heart is full, he knows that soon this place will be lively, and the children and grandchildren of the old Zhang family will not have to float in a foreign land like duckweed.

He raised his eyes to look at the back of Chang Zhaowen, who was back in the kitchen to clean up, and whispered in his heart: "Thank you." ”