The early morning sun shone on the dead branches outside, and the dappled light and shadow reflected a gloom that could almost be ignored on the ground that had melted and only a little silvery white remained.

It's strange why the shadows are so obvious in summer, but so easy to ignore in winter. Is it because of the cold, or is it because there is very little bright sunshine in winter? Yes, that's right! For most of the winter, the sky is cloudy, unclear, and unclear.

However, this morning, the rare clarity allowed the long-lost sunlight to shine from outside the wall into the small courtyard where the dream fell.

Brother Jie hadn't gotten up yet, and Meng Xingyun had already set up a table and stool in the yard. The wontons, which were wrapped together with Mengluo before dawn in the morning, were tumbling up and down in the pot of boiling water in the kitchen. Minced meat and scallion pancakes are also baked crispy on the fireplace.

Mo was alone, sitting in the small courtyard, enjoying the cold of this winter morning alone. Although, everything around him made him tremble a little. Whether it was the gentle breeze or the bleak scene, it made Mo Ji feel a chill.

He was struggling with whether to enter the house, and when he turned around, he saw two large bowls on the tray that Mengluo was holding in his hand, and they were steaming with hot white mist. Mo Ji quickly stood up and walked over.

"Xiaomeng, I'll help you. ”

"No, no, I'll come, you sit and wait, it's dangerous to change hands now, in case it flips, my hard work will be in vain." The dream fell to give Mo Ji a wink and signaled him not to get in the way.

Mo Ji obediently stepped aside, hurried to the table, and stood at the table waiting for Mengluo to put the tray on. He immediately brought the two steaming bowls of wontons on the tray to the table.

The wontons are white and tender in the bowl, and the aroma of chicken soup comes to the nose, and the green onion and coriander foam on top are still floating on top of the soup.

Mo Ji took a deep breath, "Wow...... It smells so good!"

"Of course, I deliberately got up early in the morning with Xiaoyun to pack it. Mengluo heard Mo Jiji's praise, and his happy smile kept hanging on his face, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't close his mouth at all.

"Xiaomeng wrapped it by himself, it's great, I love to eat small wontons, thank you." Mo was surprised and moved, he didn't expect Mengluo to make wontons for him personally, let alone that it looked so delicious.

"Try it, organic brother. Mengluo took the soup spoon off the tray and handed it to Mo Organic.

Mo Ji scooped a spoonful of chicken broth, blew it lightly, put it to his mouth, and slowly took a sip of the soup.

This smell is simply the taste he has not seen for many years. It's wonderful......

In my memory, when Mo Ji was a child, his family was poor and he couldn't afford to eat anything good. Every winter, the small traders who come to the village to sell wontons with their burdens stop in their village. The friends in the village gathered in groups to ask their families for money, and in the cold winter, eating such a bowl of hot small wontons was the most beautiful expectation of Mo Jiji's childhood.

Unfortunately, at that time, he couldn't eat every time. So, he started saving money. From summer, until winter, until the vendor who sells wontons comes, he took the change he saved and happily ate a bowl with his friends. Such a bowl of wontons can make Mo Ji happy for a winter.

Why do you love that ravioli so much? Because it's made of chicken broth. Their family has four seasons of the year, and they can only eat meat during the New Year's holidays. And such a bowl of small wontons, the stuffing inside is wrapped in meat, and even the wonton soup is a serious chicken soup. And the wontons, or dumplings that Mo Organic's family eats every day, are all vegetarian wrapped and boiled in water.

Every year, in winter, the friends in the village begin to go to the village to look forward to the old man who sells wontons. It wasn't until Mo Ji went to junior high school that he left the village and went to the town, and he never encountered such a bowl of small wontons again. It's strange, although there are also chicken soup wontons sold in the town, but they are not as delicious as the old man who carries the burden in the village. Until so many years have passed, Mo Ji has missed that taste very much, but he has never eaten it again.

And today, such a bowl of wontons reminded Mo of the most beautiful time in his childhood.

His eyes were moist, and the wontons in the spoon had been lying in the spoon for a long time, and it seemed that even the wontons were anxious to pop out.

"Brother Organic, what's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Mengluo saw that Mo Organic stopped after just taking a sip of soup and asked worriedly.

Mo Ji came back to his senses and hurriedly said to Mengluo: "Oh, no, no, no, Xiaomeng, it's so delicious, it reminds me of the happy times of my childhood, thank you Xiaomeng, I have been looking for such a taste for many years, but I haven't found it, but I didn't expect that today, you let me relive the warmth of that time." ”

Mengluo was happy in his heart, but he didn't expect this crooked meal to eat Mo Organic's feelings.

"Brother Organic, can you tell me about the happiness of your childhood, why did you eat a bowl of wontons out of nostalgia?"

Mo Ji swallowed the wonton on the spoon into his mouth, letting the delicious taste bloom in his mouth. Mo Ji finished this bite carefully, and then said to Mengluo with a smile:

"When I was a child, my family was poor and couldn't afford to eat any delicious food, and this night's wonton was my best expectation. At that time, my parents were busy all day long in order to support the family, and they didn't have time to take care of me. Only my grandmother has always accompanied me to grow up. My grandmother's life is also very stressful, but she is very good to me, as long as there is extra money, even if it is a dime or two, she will give it to me. I will save this money piecemeal until winter, and I can eat a bowl of such hot and fragrant chicken soup wontons. ”

Mo Ji said this, and a little tear appeared in his eyes.

"Later, my grandmother passed away and I went to middle school in the town. Since then, I have never tasted anything like this again. Xiaomeng, do you know? Your wontons this night remind me not only of my childhood, but also of my grandmother who accompanied me when I grew up. ”

Mengluo looked at Mo Jiji, her heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, it was really mixed with five flavors, indescribably uncomfortable. She felt so sorry for the man in front of her, she really didn't expect that he still had such a fragile side, and he had such a distressing childhood. No wonder the last time I had a late-night supper, Mo had to take her to eat wontons. It turns out that for him, wontons are not only rice, but also a thought, a longing, and an unusual emotion.

No matter how strong a man is, there are times when he needs to be comforted.

At this moment, I really want to hug this man with a light in his eyes......