v2 Chapter 336： Longevity noodles

"Sanbo, come, you eat the noodles first. I made this noodles, and the soup is made by Jiankang." Jiang Jianguo pushed the noodles in front of Jiang Weiming a little further, earnestly and authentically.

There are three sides to life, namely "washing the three sides", "longevity noodles", and "connecting the three sides". The three sides of the noodles are eaten at the ceremony of the three days after the birth of the child, and the three sides are eaten at the funeral of the elderly three days after their death. These two kinds of noodles symbolize new life and one symbolize death. Only longevity noodles are eaten on birthday to pray for long life.

In theory, longevity cannot be bitten off. You need to eat the noodles in one bite, so long-life noodles usually only have a small bowl, which is convenient for the elderly to eat them in one bite. However, according to the practice of the Jiang family, the longer the longevity noodles, the better, and the longer the noodles, the longer the noodles. When eating, the meaning is more stuffed, and two less.

In this way, Jiang Weiming, under everyone's attention, slowly picked up the chopsticks to find the source of noodles in the noodle bowl, and then started noodles from the source, just like everyone noodles. Little by little, bite by bite, the noodles in the noodle bowl are like winding meandering paths, and they all gradually enter Jiang Weiming's mouth.

"Papapa!" An unnamed waitress Miss Jiang Feng applauded excitedly, as if she had witnessed something extraordinary, her face was full of excitement and excitement.

When she finished clapping her hands, she found out how weird she was just now. She embarrassed her head and whispered, "I, this is the first time I've seen someone eat longevity noodles, and I'm a little excited."

The crowd laughed in good faith, and thunderous applause sounded like a tide.

Jiang Weiming slammed a bowl of noodles in a hurry, because he ate too fast and had some urgency, he was a bit stunned. He sat on the seat and slowly said, "Do n’t all stand still, sit down, I smell I'm hungry with this hot pot smell. "

"Grandpa, we have to wait for you to blow candles and cut the cake. How can we sit down?" Jiang Ran said.

"Yes, Master Jiang, the cake has not been cut yet." The crowd echoed in unison.

Jiang Weiming laughed: "Look at my memory, I forgot to have a cake for my birthday. Come and come and cut the cake. Hey, why are there two cakes?"

"This cake was specially made for you by Zhang Guanghang. I do n’t know who ordered the takeaway cake without the unpacked box next to it. I left my phone number." Jiang Feng explained.

Everyone moved the dishes in front of Jiang Weiming to the side, leaving a space for two cakes. Zhang Guanghang brought his French birthday cake to Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Feng opened the cake box.

Inside the box is a Shoutao cake. The huge Shoutao cake has a large Shou word on one side, and the Arabic numeral 99 on the other side. There is a creamy charisma in front of Shou Tao. .

This cake is definitely expensive, at least 4 digits up.

Jiang Feng carefully removed the cake from the box to avoid any damage to the image of Shou Tao. When the cake completely separated from the box, the card inside it fell out.

Jiang Feng picked up the card, and there were only six simple words on it.

father:

happy Birthday.

Happy birthday is followed by a period instead of an exclamation point.

Obviously, this cake is made by Jiang Yongding.

He always remembers Jiang Weiming's lunar calendar birthday. Although he made a special trip from Modu without calling or texting, he ordered a cake specifically for Jiang Weiming and asked the cake shop staff to write a card.

The awkward and complicated relationship between their father and son, I am afraid that only their father and son can understand and adapt.

Jiang Feng handed the card to Jiang Weiming. Jiang Weiming took the card and took a look at it, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, looked over and over again, staring at the card as if he could see it through to see the flowers.

"Okay ..." Jiang Weiming murmured, his smile overflowing from the bottom of his eyes to the corner of his mouth. "Let's cut the cake first, cut this Shoutao."

"Three grandpas, would you like to make a wish first?" Jiang Shouzhen is a bit unclear. So I don't understand why Jiang Weiming became so happy after reading the card.

Jiang Weiming always has a smile on his face. He is always a kind old man, but as long as he has been in contact with him for a long time, he can easily distinguish the difference between his smiles.

Most of Jiang Weiming's smiles are habitual smiles, and the rest can be roughly divided into two types: gratifying smiles and helpless smiles. Now he has a smile on his face, but it is very obvious that he is ecstatic. Smile.

He was happy, everyone saw it.

"No need to make a wish, my wishes have been fulfilled." Jiang Weiming arrived, and Jiang Feng handed him the plastic knife, and divided the Shoutao cake in front of him into two.

Jiang Weiming cut the cake, and each cake tasted only a small bite. The chefs of the back chef invited the emperor Jiang Weiming to taste the dishes he made, just like the concubine concubine.

Among them, Zheng Gong Jiang is the most attentive, and the soup has been given to Jiang Weiming. If it is not hot at this time, it is not necessary to blow. It is estimated that Jiang San can hold the spoon and agitate while blowing slowly.

"Sanbo, try the kung pao chicken I made, this time it's not sweet, it's spicy!"

"Master Jiang, come and **** dish!"

"Master Jiang, this is my ..."

"Master, what I did today ..."

Jiang Weiming's rain and dew are all touched, and they are tasted in accordance with the order in which the dishes are placed in front of him. After each taste, they will smile and praise the producers for their recent progress, and then laugh and urge them to go to dinner.

Jiang Weiming's last taste was Jiang Feng's chicken. There is no way. Who can tell Jiang Feng to play Yun chicken can only be placed at the back.

Jiang Weiming stretched his chopsticks to Yun chicken and snorted involuntarily.

He first ate a bowl of longevity noodles, drank a whole bowl of strange soup in Jiang San's earnest eyes, and then tasted so many dishes. Although each dish only had one or two sips, it couldn't stand the big base. Jiang Wei's stomach next year was full.

Yun chicken is a little bit cold, and the taste is not as good as before.

Jiang Weiming bit a piece of chicken, and before he could chew a few more times, he was surrounded by tide-like memories.

He remembered the time when he was young with his father and six other brothers in Taifeng Building. It seemed like a big brother's wedding banquet. Several of their brothers were drunk. Even his father and aunt were drunk. He Qidi couldn't drink because he was young, so he could only watch beside him.

Jiang Weiming knew that he was almost full, but he couldn't help but clamp another piece of chicken and bit it down.

He remembered again, and this time he remembered that the aunt had the last dinner with them before getting married. It was originally hilarious, eating and eating. The aunt suddenly cried while holding their brothers. Those faces that had been blurred in his memory became clear at this time, even he thought he was already Forgotten the scenes at home, all originally thought of it.

Jiang Weiming clamped a small piece of chicken.

He remembered the joy in his heart on the day when the eldest son was born. He told his wife that he would nurture this child in the future ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Let him take his class, be a cook like him, and make his son young. .

He remembered the shock and ecstasy of Jiang Weiguo when he received the phone call from Jiang Feng last winter.

He thought of the ecstasy when he met the younger brother, unreal, and even a little illusory.

He thought of the lively joy and joy with the younger brother's family during the Chinese New Year this year.

Jiang Weiming was caught in the memories, he was addicted to the memories, and even forgot to comment on what Jiang Feng did today.

Jiang Feng saw Jiang Weiming look fascinated, and said, "Three grandpas, I'll go over to eat first." Then he left, leaving Jiang Weiming alone to reflect on the time spent with his family.

When Jiang Weiming returned to God, he realized that he was already in tears.

When I looked back, I realized that the parts of his life that made him feel warm were actually composed of the youth in Peiping, a few years after he got married with his wife and had children, and Jiang Feng found him this half-year. of.

His life is really a failure compared to his younger brother.

Jiang Weiming only smiled bitterly, turned to look at his noisy children and grandchildren, and saw Jiang Feng with a smile on his face stretched out the bowl to take the duck intestines that Wu Minqi handed him.

Jiang Weiming originally thought that this would be the case in his life. His parents, brothers, and wives all died one after the other. Only he lived alone, without children's company, no relatives. He was alone in the old house in the countryside with his wife's portrait Waiting for death, or one day when you really do n’t want to live, you just have your own life.

Unexpectedly, I still have such an encounter when I'm at the end.

Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng, and couldn't stop smiling.

To have this niece, don't hesitate in this life.