The first snow fell in Shengjing, and it was clear for a day. The next day, the cold wind hit again, and there was another heavy snow at night.

The indoors are as warm as spring, and the outdoor snow is coming.

Snowy days are very different from rainy days.

It will wash away everything on rainy days, but it will just cover it all and immerse it in the soil on snowy days, and wait until the spring breeze blows and grows more freely.

A few days later, the winter solstice has arrived.

In the north, there is a proverb that if you don’t serve dumplings in the winter solstice, you won’t care if you freeze your ears.

In order to prevent the children's ears from being frozen by the cold wind and snow, Xiang Xiaoyuan bought dumpling skins and meat the day before and made dumplings at home at noon.

The two children stood on the stool and gathered with Xiang Xiaoyuan to make dumplings on the edge of the table. Although the wrap was crooked and strange, the children had a lot of fun and laughed. If the chopped meat paste was not raw, Li Doudu almost couldn't help but eat a few bites first.

Li Chao came out of the kitchen, looked aside for a while, and said, "We will make a dumpling full of sugar. Whoever eats it will have good luck next year."

When Dou Dou heard this, he immediately said that it was not enough to pack one, and he had to pack one hundred, so that everyone in the family would have good luck, including dogs, cats, and chameleons.

Li Chao ignored her, took the initiative and skillfully made a dumpling full of sugar and placed it among the dumplings.

Dou Dou stared at his movements, not blinking until he put the dumplings representing good luck on the plate.

"Ho ho ho~~~~"

Seeing his father looking over, Dou Dou quickly turned his head and pretended not to see anything. After he left, he immediately targeted the candy dumplings again, reached out and put them carefully on his plate, and put them together with the seven dumplings she made.

"Mom, sister took the candy dumplings away." Shishi reported that she wanted to take them away, but Dou Dou took the lead and was slowed down.

"No! Nothing!!" Dou Dou waved his hand to deny it, saying that the dumpling was there, and pointed it at Xiang Xiaoyuan.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was not fooled, and he saw the candy dumplings on Dou Dou's plate. It was so easy to identify. There were 8 dumplings on the plate of the little rabbit sister. Except for the normal one who sneaked over, the other 7 were all strange and chubby. Each of them was covered with a lot of meat, like a big belly.

Xiang Xiaoyuan and his sisters finished making dumplings, arranged tasks for Shishi, and called his brother to go home for dinner.

Li Xiang went out early in the morning and has not come back yet. He agreed to go home for lunch.

Shishi took the task and ran to execute it excitedly, but Dou Dou took the lead and grabbed the phone first, saying that she was here to call the elephant.

Shishi disagreed and the two started arguing.

The two dogs followed at their feet, barking at each other and making harsh words.

The train from the south to Shengjing stopped at a platform, and the people who were steaming got out of the carriage and rushed into the underground passage under the cold wind.

A middle-aged man with a medium figure carrying a shabby denim travel bag and wearing an old black down jacket was crowded in the crowd, inconspicuous.

After leaving the station, he arrived at the bus stop, got on the 312 bus, sitting alone in the last row, looking at the empty carriages silently. More than an hour later, the bus arrived at the station, and he got off, walked for more than ten minutes, bought incense, candles, paper money and fruits in the funeral shop on the side of the road. After walking for less than five minutes, he arrived at a cemetery, registered, and walked up the mountain. With his clear memory not long ago, he quickly found his master's tombstone.

This is the middle-aged man who sang the fall of lotus. He left Shengjing not long ago to go to the south, but because the winter solstice has arrived, according to the customs in the south, he would worship his ancestors on this day.

He put down his travel bag that looked quite heavy, rolled up his sleeves, cleaned the faded fake flowers and fruits in front of the tombstone to the side, then placed the fruit he bought, lit incense candles, burned paper money, and in the fire, his rough palms gently rubbed the tombstone, wiped the slightly dirty portrait on the tombstone.

After burning all the paper money, he repeatedly confirmed that he squatted in front of the tombstone in the cold wind for a long time before finally leaving.

Snow falls in the sky again, and lead-gray clouds sink heavily in the air, blocking the sunlight from the sky outside, sprinkling gloom into the city, making people feel heavy.

The middle-aged man who sang the lotus falls on the subway took the subway. He came to the "Yiyuan Vegetables" hotel at around 2 noon and lingered outside for two times before finally deciding to go in.

At this time, the business in the store had passed its peak period, and there were only a few tables of people.

He sat directly near the door. This position was not good, and no one was willing to sit, but he was very willing.

In the past, he and his master came here to have dinner, so that they could not affect the normal business in the store to the greatest extent.

People like them who are seeking life are used to staying in such corners.

"Give me a bowl of green onion egg noodles," he said to the waiter.

"Okay." After the waiter said, he stood still and didn't leave.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and the middle-aged man said apologetically: "Don't have anything else, thank you."

"Ah? Oh~" the young waitress girl reacted and left with the menu, without saying anything bad or giving her a look.

"Please wait a moment," the middle-aged man greeted.

The waiter came back and thought he was embarrassed, so he wanted to order something else?

However, unlike what she expected, the worn-out middle-aged man in front of him asked: "Are your boss here?"

Li Chao is not here.

The people from Xiao Li’s family eat dumplings at home at noon and will not come to the restaurant.

After receiving the reply, the middle-aged man was a little disappointed and told the waiter that nothing else was going to happen.

The onion-flavored egg noodles were quickly brought up, and a familiar fragrance floated to the tip of his nose, causing his stomach to rumbling, which had not eaten a grain of rice from morning to now. An unbearable sense of hunger came from all directions. The bowl of noodles in front of him was a delicious food on earth.

A fried egg was spread on the noodles, with green chopped green onions sprinkled around it, and the handmade noodles were neatly plated in a bowl, and a faint light oil could be seen in the noodle soup.

He subconsciously pushed the bowl of noodles forward and pushed it to the opposite seat.

"Master, you..."

Half of the words, the other half was swallowed.

The seat opposite was empty, without the old man I had used to in my memory.

Over the past twenty years, they have eaten such scallion-flavored egg noodles in various restaurants.

Although the name of this dish is the same, the method of making varies from person to person. Almost every store will not be exactly the same. People like them who have eaten countless times can tell it out by taking a few bites, and they don’t even need to touch their mouths. They can detect the difference by just relying on "color and fragrance".

I have eaten in so many restaurants, the onion-flavored egg noodles made by Li Chao was the one he and his master ate the most. It was not that the noodles made by Li Chao had the best taste, but that the atmosphere in his shop was the best and his attitude towards him and his master was also very good.

A bowl of noodles, one person.

The face is still there, but the person is gone.

The rough palm moved the hot green onion egg noodles back, picked up the chopsticks, slurped them on the table, flipped the noodles, and a heat gust rose again. He sighed unconsciously and ate them in big mouthfuls.

The snowflakes outside the house are getting bigger and bigger, and have become the size of goose feathers.

Another heavy snow.

After eating the noodles, he sat in the seat for a long time and called the waiter to check out.

"Please wait a moment." After paying the bill, he called the waiter who was about to leave, picked up a paper bag placed on the table after entering the store, and handed it to the waiter: "Can you hand this over to your boss?"

The waiter asked, "What is this?"

She was not too surprised by this. Because of Li Xiang, many of the customers who came to the "Yiyuan Vegetables" store for dinner were his fans or Dou Dou Shishi's fans. They often left gifts for their meals and gave them to their idols and children.

The middle-aged man took out two golden candy pieces from the paper bag, one was the ingot lantern and the other was the two immortals of harmony.

"Is this?" the waiter asked in confusion. Give their boss two candy people? Are you sure you are correct? This is the first time she has seen such a gift.

The middle-aged man said, "There are two sugar people. I bought them on the way to give them to your boss's twin daughters, one named Dou Dou and the other named Shishi."

Seeing the waiter looking embarrassed, he said, "I know your boss. Today I came from Zhejiang. I came in a hurry and didn't contact him. I thought he would be in the store when I was having dinner. Now I'm leaving and back to the south, and I don't have time to wait for him. This pair of sugar men is a gift I gave, a small gift for the children. Just convey the words to your boss."

Seeing that he was sincere, the waiter nodded in agreement and accepted the paper bag.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of one's thoughts.

Now, the noodles were finished and the food was handed over. There was no excuse to stay here and not leave.

He stood up in a heavy mood, picked up his travel bag, put on a cotton hat and cotton gloves, stared at the table where he was sitting, with tears in his eyes, and finally had to step away.

The cold wind outside the house whizzed past, blowing away the heat from the body, making people shivered several times in a row.

However, the middle-aged man did not notice the coldness at all. From the moment he left the door, tears filled his eyes, and tears circled down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

There were few pedestrians in the heavy snow, and he was the only one in front and behind. The howling wind could cover up the sound, so he finally burst into tears and left with great strides.
Chapter completed!