An Xumo ate the fried rice quietly, and Zhang Zhiwei, who had finished talking with Yan Xiangyu, turned around to see him, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"
An Xumo didn't know why Zhang Zhiwei asked him alone, but he nodded honestly and said, "It's delicious, thank you Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Zhiwei previously called him Uncle Zhang out of the camera because he was the same as An Xumo's mother. But in front of the camera, Han Ming and their several called "Zi Weige", so that An Xumo alone called Uncle Zhang, it looked a generation short. Zhang Zhiwei told him specifically, just call Mr. Zhang in front of the camera.
Zhang Zhiwei sighed and said, "You know how to make fried rice. Who did I learn from?"
Others are naturally unclear, but An Xumo faintly feels that there is a reason for him to raise this incident alone. Sure enough, Zhang Zhiwei said: "This is what I and Xiao Mo's mother learned."
"At that time, the conditions of our family were not good. You young people may not have experienced this situation, but Xiang Ye should know that at that time the tuition fees for college were hard-to-find, let alone living expenses. Later, I was able to receive work in school Make a little extra money and things are better. "
Zhang Zhiwei's voice was filled with emotion.
"When I was a freshman, my sister was our assistant teacher. I was one of the worst in our class. There was a time when something went wrong at home and the living expenses didn't come. I ca n’t afford to order in the canteen. As long as it ’s a steamed bun, it ’s eaten in the large package of pickles in the canteen. After a long time, my sister found out that she could n’t eat like this, and she gave me, and another female student with poor conditions, We gave each of us a big box of fried rice. "
Zhang Zhiwei slowly told the story, and the attention of several people nearby was also attracted.
"The condition of the sister is not good, but she is clever. She not only fried us a full amount of rice, but also gave us two cans of pickles and salty sauce. The two cans of side dishes, let I lived through the bitterest days. Alas, I still sigh in particular when I think of it. Telling you these young people feels like telling a story, but it is actually what we experienced at that time. "
"Yes," Yan Xiangxie put a chopsticks and shrimp eggs into the bowl. "I was in a better condition than Ziwei at that time, but it was not much worse. Now the conditions are better, not to mention young people, we are I think about it, and I feel like those days are like dreams. For a while, I feel far apart, and for a while, I think it was just yesterday. "
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and patted An Xumo's shoulder: "Xiao Mo, is there a taste similar to that of you | Mom?"
An Xumo smiled, but her chest felt dull, and her stomach was empty, as if everything she had just eaten disappeared. The fierce hunger struck him like a shower that landed on the coast in the morning. He was very hungry and did not dare to stare directly at Zhou Jingchen, only to whisper: "Well, it is delicious . "Then pick up the rice with stuffy head.
An Xumo felt that he was cold and hungry. Not only was his stomach empty, but the whole person was empty. He never thought about his parents, maybe he did, but it was a long time ago. He lived quietly by himself, except for food and Zhou Jinshen, who didn't care about anything else. But now someone tells him that it turns out that he | mum is like this, that illusory dream shows a little outline, and the temperature left makes An Xumo returning to the dark feel colder.
mom……
It turns out that her mother not only has the image of “Tian Shameless, Green Hat, but also | Face Fox Face”, she also makes delicious fried rice.
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