He clearly remembered that on the evening of the summer when he was six years old, when he held a la
rge grass carp in front of his mother, a strange light appeared for the first time in his mother's e
yes. He even felt that he must have a position suddenly in the eyes of his mother. This feeling was
also confirmed in the eyes of his father and two older brothers who came back to work.
He was flattered. Previously, his life was that the village was full of twitching, climbing trees an
d digging birdhouses, picking peaches and stealing melons. Therefore, every day's meals are not on t
ime. When you go home when you are hungry, you have to be beaten by your father or mother before you
can stand next to the rice bowl.
It was different that day, and my mother wiped her hands on the apron. When the mother finally took
the fish, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. The fish, which was bigger than he expected, seeme
d so thin when it moved between the mother's hands.
Precisely speaking, he hadn't eaten fish before, and his lips and teeth couldn't reverberate. He bel
ieved that the two brothers should have rarely tasted this thing. At the mother's greeting, they scr
ambled to scramble for the porcelain bowl prepared by their mother for tofu. Tofu is related to the
year. day! For that fish, the mother had to scoop a yellow bean seed in a porcelain bowl to match th
e tofu in a half porcelain bowl. Vaguely, he had the concept of deliciousness and the expectation th
at he slowly grew thicker.
The father sat in front of the stove while watching the flames licking the bottom of the pot, and si
mply complained a few words, it seems that the mother washed the fish too clean and no fish smell. T
his is already a rare accident. On weekdays, my father may say such a sentence a week. When my fathe
r complained, my mother was putting the fish into the pot. She was light-handed, and it seemed that
the grass carp that had been ripped open would have a burning sensation. The father smiled, with a b
it of mockery. Mother blamed, "What are you laughing at?" The fish is really not dead yet, still swi
mming in the pot. With that said, the mother lifted the lid to let her father watch it. The father k
ept smiling and he didn't want to get up.
Mother took the bowl of garlic and chopped green onions, and just stood waiting for the water to boi
l.
He was sitting at the table. Was he holding his chin in his hands while watching all this? He forgot
. Anyway, all the memories are the strange smell of the fish and the dreams surrounding the fish. He
didn't need to do any work that day, he was the creator of this delicious meal, and he could spend
his leisure time. His parents' behavior made him think he was qualified.
When the tofu arrived, my mother did n’t even have time to complain about the tofu sellers who alway
s like to be short of catties, because the tofu was cut into pieces. Delicious, so he can't wait a l
ot, and a little bit of Zhang Huang. What about Zhang Huang? The fish is in the pot, can it swim bac
k to the ditch in the village head? However, this kind of Zhang Huang made him a little familiar, an
d he was so panicked when he caught a fish in the ditch, because even he did not believe that there
would be fish in the ditch.
It's too late to relish the tofu. The tofu cooks, and the room smells delicious. For the first time,
he knew that the taste of fish was like this, and the freshness was a little dizzy. Between the fis
h soup from the pot to the table, he desperately flicked his nose and greedily filled the lungs with
these flavors. He believes that the more he pretends, the longer it will last.
As for the specific taste of the pot of fish soup, he did not remember even a little detail. Because
the state of the family eating and drinking fish soup is a little reckless, only the cries of the l
ips and the soup are touching, the clanking of the spoon and the pot when one bowl is bowl after bow
l, and the sudden rush when changing from one mouth to another.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was different that day. The family's usual silence was completely
gone. My father started talking about the weather. The two brothers talked about the possible harve
st this year. And the mother, with a smile in her mouth, served soup to everyone over and over.
Finally, my father said something a little bit headless, and my father said that it was time for San
zi to go to school.
He was called Sanzi. In retrospect, the reason for the ignorance of fish soup should be this sentenc
e. The two elder brothers did not enter the school gate for a day. Now that his three sons are here,
his father says he should go to school. That's what it means, it's about to happen. He forgot the c
ontents of the eyes cast by the two brothers, he forgot the taste of the fish soup, he forgot all th
e details of that night.
delicious? What is delicious? When he finally came out of the corner of the village with his schoolb
ag on his back, he walked into the door of the school, and he was getting closer and closer to the d
elicious written meaning. However, he knew that the real meaning of delicacy was not after school, i
t was still the night with fish—
The two brothers were suddenly full, and left the table and went back to bed, but each of the fish s
oups could hold at least two bowls. They didn't explain why, and they didn't need to explain. The wo
rk in the field had to be greedy early, otherwise the deliciousness of fish and tofu could only be e
njoyed once for many years. His father was stunned for a long time, regaining his unsmiling expressi
on. The mother was holding her bowl, and she seemed to be so distracted that she had signalled her f
ather to say nothing, but now she shed her smile and went all the way towards the dark night sky out
side.
But sheep have to enter the pen, cattle have to feed the grass, and pigs have to eat. They are all s
o stunned that they can't solve a little problem. He got up to do it, and only he still had the mood
to do it.
Sitting in front of the stove to add firewood to cook pig food is already the last thing. When the f
ire was on, and when the second firewood was added, he grabbed a sticky and soft thing and gathered
it into the fire in front of the stove to see it. It was the fish! Jumping from the pot to the groun
d, it has clearly exceeded the limit. Now it is already dead, but there is a strange light shining i
n his eyes