On weekends, my father asked me to go back to my hometown for dinner.

In my hometown, eating is a very grand thing, because it is difficult to meet several grand scenes all year round.

Most of the chefs who make these noodles are half-way monks, and there is no difference between good and bad craftsmanship. Therefore, the dishes at the banquet are very ordinary, with no new tricks or new surprises. Just bowls and pots, full of weight, like people in their hometown, really get to the bone. Usually cold dishes are served first, and then hot dishes. Six cold dishes mean "six, six, big and slippery". Ten bowls of hot dishes would be perfect. Otherwise, you will be laughed at by your family.

When eating, people who go usually wear the most suitable clothes.

When I was a child, I liked to go to dinner with my father. My father, who has always paid little attention to his personal image, will stop in front of the mirror for a long time before going out and comb his hair with a comb wet with water. The suit is straight as if you can give a speech on stage at any time, and your shoes are polished. I always think he will say a few words on the stage in the future, but he just sits there and pushes a cup with others for a change. They drank a lot, but they didn't move chopsticks much. So the table next door is already empty, and ours is still full. ...

After many years, my father is still very serious about eating. Mom smiled and said, "He bought a new suit for dinner." Father patted the crease on the nonexistent clothes, and his mouth was hard: "The season has changed. It's time for me to buy clothes."

When I went out, my father instructed me to put milk and fruit in the car.

We are old neighbors, and some relatives and friends go to work today, so we don't need to give red envelopes for dinner. Take a box of milk and a basket of fruit, even if it's all courtesy.

In the distance, I saw a tent. Recently, another person about my father's age greeted us, showed us the main house enthusiastically, and considerate arranged a suitable location for us. After chatting for a while, we turned to other jobs.

Sitting at the same table, it is vaguely those people who pushed a cup for a change with their father many years ago. They are still busy drinking and don't move chopsticks to pick up food. It's just that the bottle of white wine they opened when they sat down seems to have been forgotten, and the water level line did not move. On the other hand, the hot water kettle on the side is empty and full, full and empty, and goes back and forth several times.

I leaned down and looked at the children at a table not far away. As soon as the food is served, no one cares whether it is delicious or not. It's just that chopsticks get excited when they touch the basin, and it's gone, and soon there will be clean and empty plates.

Halfway through the meal, the host family led two people to propose a toast. One person is responsible for pouring wine for everyone, and the other is responsible for smoking and lighting cigarettes for everyone. Lucky words jump out one after another like free money. What "brother, man, we must have another drink", what "uncle, you are old and energetic, so let's go", what "we eat and drink well without food" ... We drank a cup with the host family one by one and collectively toasted the host family to express our gratitude. So the most important part of dinner is over.

After dinner, when I said goodbye to my family, I was suddenly stuffed with a solid red plastic bag. The host family simply smiled and said, "This is a hoof specially pickled by the cook. Take it, take it, and take it home to eat. " I can only thank you again and again.

On the way home, my father said with emotion, "It's still that smell!"

When I go to my hometown for dinner, what I eat is not the food on the mat, but more about recreating the only time left in my memory and chewing the more mellow friendship precipitated by the years!

About the author:

Lu Feng, female, born in 1980s. Living in Jiangnan, I like writing and make a living by teaching and educating people.

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