Jinling City, Vermilion Bird Bridge, the old things of the Six Dynasties passed away with the flowing water, and only the descendants remembered nothing.

Yan Kentang walks leisurely, the academy can eat after evening classes, and the rest of the time is just enough to take a walk in the neighborhood.

In winter, it gets dark early, and as soon as the sun turns west, twilight comes up.

A small granite street leads to the river, and the sparse pedestrians are hurrying home, all rushing home for dinner.

Occasionally, there are one or two people who sell things, shouting "cheap sale, cheap sale", just to finish their business quickly and go home.

Yan Qingtang followed behind Yan Kentang, a little hungry, because when he was lecturing today, the pedant came up with a topic for everyone to argue, and he was young and vigorous, and he was defeated in the end.

Although he lost, he was not convinced, so he didn't eat raw at dinner, and when he came out and walked for a while, he was blown by the cold wind, and the temple of the five organs couldn't stand it.

At this moment, a wisp of fragrance wafted in, Yan Qingtang couldn't help but follow the fragrance to find it, only to see an old man and a young man guarding a small wonton stall in the leeward of the alley in front of him.

The old man, with gray hair and beard, sat hunched over a small stool making wontons.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and there were more than a dozen wontons boiling in it, which was the source of the aroma that Yan Qingtang smelled.

The old man got up, took the fence, fished out a bowl of wontons, and handed it to the child beside him.

The Yan brothers walked to the stall and saw that the child's face was buried in the heat of the wontons, and he was carefully blowing a wonton with a thick magnetic soup spoon.

"Grandpa eats," the child tiptoed to bring the wonton to the old man's mouth, "it's not hot." ”

"Oh, my little treasure," said the old man, distressed and relieved, "you eat first!" Leave grandpa alone. ”

But the little boy insisted on letting the old man eat first, and it was not until the old man ate the wonton that he was satisfied with scooping one for himself to eat.

Then he brought the spoon to the old man's mouth, and the grandparents and grandchildren ate a bowl of wontons one by one.

Yan Kentang couldn't help but look at the kid twice, he was only six or seven years old, and although the clothes on his body were patched, the pulp was clean.

With starry eyebrows, white teeth and red lips, he doesn't look like a child from a poor family at all.

At this time, Yan Qingtang had already made it to the bench in front of the stall and said, "The old man brought me a big bowl of wontons." ”

The old man didn't dare to greet them when he saw them coming over before, seeing that they were dressed and magnificent, they were clearly everyone's sons, how could his small wonton stall attract such distinguished guests?

At this time, Yan Qingtang took the initiative to speak, and the old man hurriedly responded: "This son will stay for less, and he will be fine immediately." ”

"Let's have two bowls!" Yan Kentang said: "I want to taste it too." ”

The old man agreed, and quickly put forty or fifty wontons into the pot, and the child was not idle, and filled the stove with skillful movements.

"Two sons, it's not a little old man I boast, I have sold this vegetable and meat wonton for a lifetime, I get up every day before dawn to boil bone broth, and eggs are added to the wonton skin, and the filling is three points of meat and seven points of vegetables, and there is no need to drag the muddy meat and yellow leafy vegetables."

The old man said and delivered two bowls of steaming wontons to the Yan brothers.

Yan Qingtang was really hungry, holding the bowl and not caring about the heat, he swallowed a wonton in three or two bites.

Lian said: "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant!" ”

Yan Kentang also ate one slowly, and said, "My husband's craftsmanship is really good, I haven't eaten a better wonton than this." ”

Although they were of noble birth, they never pretended to be high. Yan Kentang is especially so, where to study and travel, it is necessary to go to the market to walk among the people, listen to it, and take a look.

The degree of food and clothing is not luxurious, and the coarse tea and light rice of the poor people can still be eaten.

The old man listened to the praise of the two of them, and couldn't help laughing: "The two sons have won the prize!" The little old man is selling himself and boasting, and he really can't be true. ”

Yan Kentang chatted with the old man while eating wontons, and asked him how many people in his family they relied on to make a living.

The old man sighed and said: "I said that I called the son a joke, there are two old husbands and wives in my family, there was originally a son, who was in his twenties and lost his lung disease, and his daughter-in-law was still young, so we didn't let her guard it." I rely on this wonton stall to support my family, and the old woman usually collects some pulp washing and sewing work, so deal with the work! ”

As he was talking, a porter-like man walked by and said, "Fubo, bring me a bowl of wonton soup." ”

The old man happily agreed, picked up a large porcelain bowl, and filled the man with a bowl full of hot soup.

The man thanked him, took out a coarse grain cake from his arms, squatted on the ground without sitting on a stool, and ate the bowl of hot soup in three bites.

Fubo's wonton stall has always given free soup to the coolies in the past, and these hard-working earners are reluctant to spend more money on food.

Every day, when I came out of the house, I carried some dry food in my arms, and after finishing my work, I found a food stall to beg for a bowl of hot soup to drink.

"Yamane, bring me the bowl and I'll serve you another bowl." Fauber said to the porter: "It's cold today, drink more bowls of enamel air." ”

But the porter wiped his mouth and stood up and said, "One bowl is enough!" ”

"Don't be so polite, we're about to close the stall." Fauber said: "Xiaobao is still young, so he can't wait too late. ”

Yamagen smiled: "Fu Bo, speaking of which, I still have something to ask Xiaobao." ”

"What do you want him to do?" Fu Bo laughed and said, "Is it asking for words?" Your daughter-in-law is about to give birth, right? ”

Shan Gen scratched his head when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Fu Bo knows everything, the third grandmother said that it has been a few days, so let's prepare!" ”

It turns out that it is the old custom here that all women must write the word "An" on red paper before giving birth and stick it under the bed for peace.

Not many of the peddlers are literate, and even fewer can write.

Usually, if you ask someone to write, you have to give some gifts, if you know each other, it's fine, otherwise it will take a lot of trouble.

"This little treasure is really a treasure, since we have him, we don't know how many people have begged less," Yamagen rubbed the big hand and said: "The peach charm of the Yuan Day has also fallen!" ”

Fu Bole groped out a bamboo pen from the bamboo basket of the burden, along with an inkstone with a missing corner.

Yamane solemnly took out a piece of red paper folded several times from his bosom and spread it on the board.

I saw that the child picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and skillfully wrote the word "An" on the red paper.

The ink is faint, and it is clear on the red paper.

Although the handwriting is still a little immature, it has strong muscles and bones, and it already has a posture.

"Such a young child actually wrote such a good hand!" Yan Qingtang couldn't hide his surprise: "How many years has he been in private school?" ”

Yan Kentang couldn't help frowning slightly, Yan Qingtang didn't know that he knew that a family like Fu Bo had no money for their children to go to private school.

And even if it is, it is just beginning to draw red, where can such a good character be written.

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