A bowl of noodles

East east

I've been in Luoyang on business for a week.

In the afternoon, I decided to go back to my hometown. The setting sun walks in the outline of the city buildings, and the dull street traffic. I do not like the bustling city, will scare away the sunset, home at this time, the wind is light, the field is quiet, and the sunset is shy.

The bus only went as far as the town, ten miles from home. As soon as I got out of the car, I heard someone call me. It was my father. My father took my luggage in one hand and spoke with his mobile phone in the other: "Received, received, we will come back." Then hand me the phone. On the phone, my mother asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner. I said, "Mom, I want to eat the noodles you roll out."

The small soil slope in front of the door at the night seems to be a little strange and formal, seems to regard me as a distant guest. Knowing that I was coming back, as soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother walking quickly towards the door. She looked at me and laughed all the time, and pulled me into the room.

"Sit down. Is it hard to ride?" My mother was as excited as a child after getting her favorite toy, and I sat down on the sofa.

"Go wash your hands, sweat a lot along the way", I just want to get up, mother again quickly signal me to stay, said to me: "I bring you, you don't get up." Before I could answer, he turned and went out into the yard.

Mother brought the water, handed me the towel, turned, and trotted into the kitchen again. I knew my mother was making lo mein for me. I remember junior high school one morning after school, because my mother was busy with farm work and cooking late, I was angry and ready to go to school without eating. Mother also let me sit, and turned to trot to the kitchen for me to cook lo mein.

I've eaten my mother's lo mein countless times, but I've never really seen her roll noodles. Thinking of this, I gently came to the yard, the kitchen door was open, and I stood a few meters away from the kitchen place, just to see my mother.

What is INSTALLED IN the kitchen is still BEFORE that kind of white weave lamp, the vapor of the sky is added next surrounded by darkness, and the dim yellow light that WHITE weave lamp sends out appears to be a bit powerless. Mother is in the lamp and is rolling with a rolling pin, the rolling pin is very big, and she seems to use a lot of strength. The dough goes from rough to smooth under the rolling pin and finally lies flat on the cutting board like a piece of paper. Like from small to large I walked the road, how many thorns and pits, are paved by the mother's hands.

I think my mother used to roll noodles the same way. The only thing that has changed is her hands, which were once white and smooth, are now rough and calloused. My mother suddenly looked up and saw me. She hurried out and asked me if I was hungry.

I shook my head at her and did not look at her again. I went back to the house alone and sat down to wait.

Soon my mother came in with a big bowl of Lo mein. When I got up to get it, she shouted, "Don't move. It's hot." I sat down again. She put the bowl in front of me, handed me chopsticks, and urged me to eat quickly.

Mother is always like this. She always urges me to eat while it's hot. Before hearing her urge, the heart is always a burst of resentment, partially slow, let her nag. Today I picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles into my mouth.

"Don't open your mouth like that, or you'll burn it."

I nodded.

"Yes, yes, put some vinegar, so delicious, I will get it."

She went to the kitchen to get vinegar and poured it into my bowl.

"What do you say, light, and salt?"

I shook my head.

"Meat ah, that is I specially put noodles in, eat quickly!"

I picked up a piece of meat to eat in their mouth, she was satisfied, standing aside to watch me eat. I did not persuade my mother to go to dinner because I knew she would not go until I had finished.

When I finished eating a bowl of noodles, sweat trickled down my cheeks. Half of the Lo mein taste was sweet and pure in my mouth, while the other half was sour in my heart. A small drop of liquid flows into his mouth, astringent, salty, do not know is sweat, or my eyes oozing tears.