"Coming? Here, there's a little bench here, sit down and watch! The woman pointed to a small bench next to her!

When the boy sat down, he heard the woman say, "What do you want to eat?" ”

The boy said, "Pickle stuffing!" ”

"Pickles? Good! The woman took the pickles out of the pickle jar and began to cut them!

At this time, I heard the boy say, "Mother, do you have meat?" Pickled meat filling is even better! ”

"Want to eat pickles and minced meat? My family is poor and I don't have meat, but it doesn't matter, when I sell the buns, I'll buy meat! The woman smiled and said to the child.

After a while, the first batch of buns was wrapped, but only six or seven were steamed, and they were brought to the table in a large bowl, and they said to the boy: "Eat, eat and go to bed early, and tomorrow you have to go to school!" ”

"Mother, you can eat too!" The boy said as he scooped up a bowl of porridge.

"If my mother doesn't eat it, my mother has to make steamed buns quickly, otherwise I won't be able to buy meat for you if I don't have to sell it tomorrow!" So saying, the woman went into the kitchen.

The boy sat on the table, eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, relishing the taste. Sitting on a wooden bench, eating buns on the top, and shaking his legs on the bottom.

The candlelight on the table was still flickering, the room was darker, and everything began to change.

The furniture is old, and the tables, chairs and benches have also undergone vicissitudes. A young man sits on a bench with a crumpled handful of money in his hand. Opposite, sat a woman in her forties, but like a woman in her fifties and sixties.

"Son, this is the money that my mother has saved over the years, if you want to start a business, take it!" The woman said.

The young man nodded and said, "Mother, don't worry, when I make money, I will let you live a good life!" ”

The woman didn't say anything, but got up, walked to the kitchen, and said, "Mother steamed your favorite pickle-stuffed buns, this time with meat." ”

"Mother, I won't eat, I have to hurry!" The young man got up as he spoke, put away the bits and pieces of money that had added up to a few hundred yuan, and went out as he spoke.

The woman stretched out her hand to keep her son for a meal, but when she saw that her son had made up her mind, she sighed and said, "I have time to come back!" ”

was already a little rickety, entered the kitchen, brought out a bowl of hot steamed buns, sat on the table full of traces of time, and was stunned!

Zhao Jianhua's eyes at the door were a little moist, he opened his mouth slightly, and shouted tremblingly: "Mother! ”

But the woman could not hear, so she sat and looked at the door, as if expecting her son to come back suddenly, but ...... My son just left!

The candlelight dimmed again, this time the candle was gone, and the old furniture was gone. The tables, chairs and benches that have witnessed this family for decades have also been replaced.

There was a TV, a fan, and a light in the room......

In front of the new table, a man of thirty years old sits. The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was combed shiny.

Next to him sat a beautiful woman, who was also very well dressed!

At this time, in the kitchen, an old woman who looked to be in her seventies, leaning over and shaking her hands, but very happy, brought out a large bowl of steamed buns from the kitchen.

Her hand, which was as cracked and rough as the bark of a tree, placed a large bowl of buns on the table, and said:

"Come, this is a bun stuffed with pickles and meat, girl, you can taste it, Huazi loved it when she was a child."

However, the woman looked at the old man's appearance and hands, as well as the bun, and with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she glanced at the man.

The man understood, got up and said to the old woman: "Mother, that's it, I still have something to do, so I don't have time to stay for dinner, we plan to get married after a while, and I'll pick you up when the time comes!" ”

Men and women are gone, go out to eat big fish, big meat, steak and red wine romantically. The old woman sat at the table, looking at the big bowl of steamed buns that had been cold, and was alone in a daze.

Finally, the old woman sighed softly and said:

"If you have meat, you won't eat it!"

The room was dark again, and everything was gone, restored to its original appearance.

There was a faint candlelight in the kitchen, and an old voice came from inside: "Come here! ”

Mo Fan knew that this time it was not an illusion, so he glanced at Luo Yan, followed Xuanxuan, and the three of them took the lead into the kitchen.

Subsequently, Zhao Jianhua and his wife and daughter also walked to the kitchen.

The moment he entered the kitchen, Zhao Jianhua's nose twitched, and he was a little sour.

In the kitchen, a rickety figure is standing in front of the cutting board and laboriously kneading dough. At the same time, the figure slowly turned around, revealing an old wrinkled face with a kind smile, and said:

"Coming? Come, there's a little bench next to it, sit down and watch! ”

still said this, but Zhao Jianhua's body trembled, he looked at it, in the kitchen, the old little bench was there!

He walked over alone and sat down.

On the other side, Mo Fan and them were standing, as well as the man in black and Ni Ba, all watching quietly!

The old lady kneaded the dough and said, "What kind of stuffing do you want to eat?" ”

Zhao Jianhua wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Salty...... ...... pickle filling"

"Pickles? Okay~" The old lady said, and took out the pickles and cut them!

At this time, Zhao Jianhua suddenly trembled his voice and said, "Mother, there is ...... Is there meat? Pickles...... The minced meat would be even better......"

The old man's body trembled slightly, and said, "Mother...... My mother bought meat, my mother is rich, and I have already bought meat for you, my mother... This gives you a bun with pickles and meat filling! ”

Zhao Jianhua wiped a handful of tears, and his fat body sat on the small bench, hugging his knees and crying.

The old lady was making buns, wrapping them one by one, and the wrapping was very careful and serious.

And Zhao Jianhua sat on the small bench, and after crying for a while, he raised his head and looked at his old mother tightly with a pair of eyes, which was full of guilt and regret at the moment.

Finally, a pot of steamed buns was steamed, and the old lady took them out one by one and put them in several large bowls, and then served the bowls on the table one by one, as well as a pot of porridge.

Eight bowls were placed on the table, and eight bowls of porridge were scooped. The old lady said to Zhao Jianhua: "Huazi, it's time to eat!" ”

"Good...... Mother! Zhao Jianhua agreed, got up and sat down at the table.

Then the old lady looked at Zhao Jianhua's wife and said, "Meizi, come over for dinner." ”

The woman also wiped the moist corners of her eyes, smiled at the old lady and said, "Yes, mother! ”

This time, there was no need for the old lady to shout, the girl was very well-behaved and said, "Grandma, you can eat too!" ”

The old lady smiled, nodded, looked at Mo Fan and the man in black, and said, "Everyone sit down and eat!" ”

Mo Fan and the others nodded, and they all sat down around the table!

Zhao Jianhua picked up the bun and took a bite, and finally, tears couldn't help falling again. He was also in his fifties, but today, he realized what he had lost.

Isn't the taste of this bun exactly what he liked most when he was a child? Why did you grow up and abandon your favorite things as a child?