Yang Moumou is hungry.

She had the impression that she barely had enough to eat as a child. The three meals a day at home are always light and boring, which makes people lose their appetite. Pickles are served with porridge in the morning, vegetarian dishes are served with white rice at noon, and pickles are served for porridge in the evening. Occasionally, there is a little change, a bowl of noodles or something, the noodle soup is so bright that it can be used as a mirror, and even the pockmarks on the face can be clearly illuminated.

She couldn't eat or swallow, and her parents had to force her to eat, so they freed up their hands to feed her, and stuffed a big spoon into her mouth, choking her until she rolled her eyes and twitched her hands and feet. While feeding, her parents explained to her that food was not easy to come by and how happy her life is now. Especially my mother, when she talks about it, she can't go on and on. My mother said that they were poor when they were young, and there were many brothers and sisters in the family, and everyone waited for food with their bellies flat and big frog-like mouths, and they couldn't eat a full meal all year round. She once sprinkled a few grains of rice during a meal, and her mother pushed them to the ground and beat them with a few sticks. Her mother, who is Yang Moumou's grandmother, reprimanded her and said, how happy you are now, they never knew what rice looked like at that time!

Yang Moumou listened to his mother's chattering and emotional memories, and felt that eating was simply torture. She couldn't eat enough at every meal, her stomach was deflated everywhere, and she couldn't gurgle at every turn. But she was extraordinarily energetic, tossing and turning every day, mingling with the red-faced and bulging children, running faster and stronger than others, and playing until late at night when she dragged her hungrier belly home to sleep.

Sleep is also a difficult thing. I'm hungry, I can't sleep when I roll around in bed. She lies in bed and calls out to her parents, saying that she is hungry and wants to eat, but usually no one pays attention to her, and sometimes she can get an impatient response from her mother, "Mommy is hungrier!" Mom works hard! "She'll feel better, she's not the only one starving. She fought through hunger and fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, the small dining table at home was full of big fish and meat, and the aroma was fragrant. She touched her belly with satisfaction, hey, she was still hungry! She walked out, and her friends formed a circle, and in the middle of it were piled up with small hills of steamed buns and candies, and they warmly invited her to eat with them, but she was not polite, and stuffed a lot of them into her mouth, and soon leveled the small hills. However, still hungry, uncomfortably hungry. She began to cry and cry so sadly that she woke herself up from crying, and realized that she had just dreamed, so she cried even more sadly.

What should I do if I don't have enough to eat? There's always something to be done. Children have their own way of having children. She ran to someone else's house to "go to the mouth". The word "to the mouth" is very vivid, which means to turn the mouth towards others, hoping to get something to eat. Adults don't talk to them, they're embarrassed to do that, but children can. They smell the smell of other people's food, and they don't even care about putting their shoes on, so they jump to the door like rabbits, knock on the door, pretend to play with the children of that house, and by the way, really by the way, they follow to eat. It also depends on luck. When you meet people who are in a good mood and have happy events, you can go in and sit down and eat a few bites; If the adult is more frugal or picks the door, the child who goes to "mouth" can only stop outside the door and watch people eat.

Yang's endurance in this regard is amazing. She can stay in someone else's house for a long time, without moving her buttocks, as if she has taken root on the bench.

Once, she spotted the mother of a male classmate in her class rolling out the dough, and the white and fat dough was lying on the board, as if beckoning to her. Next to the board is an enamel bowl with chopped stuffing. She could see it clearly, the pork and cabbage filling, her saliva began to pop, she ran home, and soon ran to the door of the male classmate's house, knocking on the door.

The door opened, only a crack opened, and the male classmate looked at her through the crack in the door, his eyes were full of vigilance, and asked her what she was doing. She replied with a smile, I brought my homework, let's write it together. Her grades were relatively good, and the male classmate often copied her homework, so she specially brought her homework book. The male student turned his head to ask his mother for instructions, and he probably answered in the affirmative, and he opened the door.

They started writing their homework. In the same room, the male classmate's mother had already rolled out the dough and started making dumplings. The smell of flour hit her nose, and she swallowed unconsciously.

"Auntie, what about eating dumplings at night?" She looked at the hand of the male classmate's mother, who wrapped a white and chubby dumpling in that hand. It's really good, their family will only make dumplings during the New Year, the stuffing is more vegetables and less meat, cabbage and cabbage meat are stuffed, leeks and leeks are stuffed, and hard vegetarian dishes can puncture the dumpling skin. In order to avoid the situation of breaking the skin, they can only wrap less, so their dumplings are generally flat and never bulging, like her belly.

"Hmm." The male classmate's mother snorted nonchalantly.

"Oh." She behaved like a good student, sat upright, lowered her head and continued to do her homework. Maybe Auntie will invite her to eat dumplings for the sake of her being so well-behaved? She taught him to write a lot of his male classmates' homework!

The water in the pot is boiling, and it is clattering. The dumplings rolled in. She heard their jubilant voices and smelled the aroma of pork cabbage blending perfectly with flour.

She stood up abruptly and kicked over the stool coldly, "Auntie...... The dumplings are cooked...... she felt a fire on her face, and quickly lowered her head to help up the stool.

The male classmate and his mother started eating dumplings. The male classmate ate it with vinegar, and the male classmate's mother made a chili pepper to dip in water. The male classmate thought that there was too much meat in the stuffing, and his mother knocked a few chopsticks, "Stupid, other people don't want to eat meat!" The mother and son talked and laughed, and the two of them burped one after another, and they ate for half an hour in the middle, and then ate again, and ate a large pot of dumplings.

Yang Moumou wrote his homework over and over again next to him, and the book was broken. Finally waited for my mother's shout, "Yang Moumou, come back for dinner!" She put away her textbook, got up, politely said goodbye to her male classmate's mother, and walked away quickly. Since then, she has never been to the male classmate's house.

Of course, there is also a good time when you can eat and support without "mouthing", and that is the Spring Festival every year. No matter how poor the family is, there are always a few decent meat dishes on the table during the Chinese New Year. Adults stuff children's purses with home-fried peanuts, melon seeds, broad beans, and a few hard candy in between. The children were overjoyed, and their little red faces were full of joy. Adults and children laugh uncontrollably and enjoy the whole year.

The children got together, pulled into other people's trouser pockets, shared snacks without hesitation, laughed and giggled, rolled and jumped on the ground, and no matter how dirty they were, they would not be scolded. The little heads rested on the ground, not afraid of the cold, they looked up at the sky, and happily shouted "It's good to celebrate the New Year!" ”

Yang Moumou shouted in a hoarse voice: It would be nice to celebrate the New Year every day!

Now, as the children hoped, every day is like the New Year, and the children now shout all day long, "Don't eat!" Eat from morning till night! The belly is going to break! "People have long been tired of eating big fish and meat, and they prefer clear porridge with side dishes.

Yang Moumou is also one of them. Meat can be omitted, and fruits and vegetables are indispensable.

The days are really getting better and better!