The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 370
A small north wind blew all day, and at noon, snowflakes floated in the sky. They were small at first, gradually became larger, and finally rose up one after another.

Yingzi walked home in the snow. It took half an hour to walk home from the market. The road was slippery under the snow. She carried the New Year's goods bought by Lao Tan in her hand and walked very carefully.

Under the illumination of the street lamps, the snowflakes the size of copper coins are scattered like flying white butterflies, dense and soft.

Soon, Yingzi was sweating all over, she stopped, put the bag she was carrying on the ground, flipped the hood of the down jacket on her head with her hands, and a cloud of heat rose from the top of her head.

She rested for a while, picked up the bag and continued walking home.

Arriving home soon, I can already see the lights on the windows on the first floor.

The daughter happily opened the door, took a bag from her, and said, "Mom, why do you buy these things when you're back?"

Yingzi put down the other bag and said, "It's a gift from someone. Mom has the money to buy these." She changed into slippers, put on her down jacket, and took off her mask.

The eye-catching scar was released, and the mother-daughter relationship was harmonious in the warm room.

"Sent it? Who sent it?" The daughter asked suspiciously.

"An old friend of my mother - your name is Da Da."

"I haven't heard you say-"

"We haven't seen each other for many years, but we met the day before yesterday." Yingzi said.

"Oh——" the daughter didn't ask any more questions, but instead said, "I've finished making the dumplings. I bought ready-made skins. The water is boiled. I'll cook them when you come back."

"My daughter is really capable." Yingzi said and walked to the kitchen, followed by her daughter.

The dumplings wrapped by a curtain were placed on the case, and the water in the pot was hot, apparently boiled and then turned off the fire.Yingzi lit the fire again, and her daughter took the bowls and chopsticks and soy sauce and vinegar.

After taking the bowls and chopsticks, I took the two bags my mother brought back into the kitchen and started to dig things out.There are trotters, meat, ribs, pork belly, minced meat, saury, beef brisket, lamb chops, sugar and fruit.

While putting it in the refrigerator, the daughter asked curiously: "Mom, what kind of friend are you? That's good? Our family doesn't need to buy vegetables anymore."

"Didn't I tell you, old friend, I met Mom when she first came out to work—that's the owner of the Aqiao dumpling restaurant." Yingzi said.

"Really? Return the boss?" Then the daughter asked mischievously, "Mom, did he chase you?"

Yingzi blushed, raised her spoon and said to her daughter: "Go, son of a bitch, play a joke on your mother." Then he ordered: "Take the fruit to the hall, don't get in the way here."

The daughter left with a smile, Yingzi froze for a moment, and continued cooking dumplings.

The dumplings were cooked quickly, and the mother and daughter sat down to eat.

"Mom, is the road difficult?" asked the daughter.

"It's okay." Yingzi said.

"Tomorrow morning, you should wear more for work and put on those snow cottons, otherwise it will be cold." The daughter said.

"it is good."

"Stop wearing your down jacket, wear mine, my thick one."

"No need, mom walks, it will get hot after a while, and she's still sweating."

"That's mine too, and I don't leave the house."

Yingzi looked at her daughter who was as tall as herself, and said in her heart that her daughter was her parents' little padded jacket, which was true.

"Don't stay in the house all the time, go out for a walk and play with your classmates." Yingzi said distressedly.

"What are you going out to do in the cold? How about reading a book at home?" said the daughter.

Yingzi didn't say anything, just picked up a dumpling and put it in a bowl, looked at the dumpling and remembered something, and said, "Mom will go to work at Aqiao's Dumpling Restaurant after the Chinese New Year to learn how to make stuffing."

"Learn to be a teacher? Okay, a technical job." The daughter was happy that her mother found a good job, and then asked, "Did that arrange it?"

Yingzi said: "Yes, take care of Mom, the image of Mom can't do anything else."

"Who said that? My mother is beautiful." The daughter said: "Mom, don't worry, I will take you to have a beauty treatment when I earn money, and your scar can be removed."

Yingzi laughed and said, "What's the matter? You're not a little girl, so you're going to lose your face."

"Can it be done? I need plastic surgery to restore my mother's beautiful appearance." The daughter said firmly.

"You should study hard first, wait until you are admitted to university and find a good job."

Yingzi was relieved by her daughter's words. To be honest, if she didn't have a daughter, she wouldn't know what it meant to be alive.Although the scars on the face are ugly, they can be modified by plastic surgery; the scars in the heart are the pain, and the nerves that have been tortured to numbness have learned all kinds of perseverance.

One scar, two situations, two lives.

We don't talk about how realistic society is, but people's acceptance of beauty and ugliness starts with appearance.Take Yingzi as an example, if she didn't have the scar on her face, she would be beautiful, and very beautiful. It would be easy for her to find a good job, not a problem.

Take a step back and say something harsh but realistic, even if you go to a karaoke hall to accompany drinks and be a lady, you still have capital.

But with that scar, beauty becomes creepy. She has done a lot of work but she has no chance to do it. She can only do some low-paying jobs that are invisible or faceless. She also has to endure rollicking, ridicule, and even insults. sexual harm.

It's not that it doesn't happen, it happens often.

But still the same sentence, if you don't die, you have to live, and live well.The strength of life does not lie in beauty or ugliness, but in unyielding to fate and one's own strength.

The snow stopped in the middle of the night, and when I got up in the morning, the entire provincial capital was a vast white world.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

The omen is good, but it is inconvenient for the traffic in the city after the snow. Whether it is pedestrians or vehicles, they all walk and drive slowly and carefully.That's it, there are also people who fall from the rear end of a car, and the emergency room of the hospital is full of people with bumps and scratches.

Old Tan sent Lin Yan to the hospital.There was snow on the road, Lin Yan didn't drive, and was going to take the subway to work.Unfortunately, I was hit by a motorbike just after I left the gate of the community. Although the hit was not serious, I couldn't go to work—the ankle was swollen like a steamed bun.

I took a picture and took a picture. There was no bone injury, just a contusion, congestion, redness, and swelling, commonly known as sprained ankle.

Seeing that it was nothing serious, and Lao Tan was not a blackmailer, he told the electric scooter to pay his medical bills and leave.The electric scooter was very sorry and insisted on giving 500 yuan.

Old Tan could see that this was a migrant worker who was working in the market, so he confiscated it.It's not easy, 500 yuan doesn't last long, and you can't get rich or get rich. It's better to forget it than to collect it. For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, there is nothing wrong with anyone.

After the electric scooter left, Lao Tan took a cab and carried Lin Yan into the car.

Lin Yan felt unnatural when Lao Tan carried her on her back. For more than ten years, the two of them had never even held hands. There is another mood.

This mood is a bit hard to describe, there are strange familiarity, and familiar strangeness, there is the shyness of being carried by Ru for the first time, and there is also the warmth of being cared for by this man called husband.

In short, I was so emotional that the thought of riding an electric bike disappeared when I wanted to teach him a lesson, and I lay on Old Tan's back shyly and reassuringly——
When he got home, Lao Tan put his wife on the sofa, looked at his son with his arms crossed and Lin Yan with a swollen ankle, and laughed. Get together, take good care of them all, don't do any work, I will serve you two."

The son said: "I don't need it, it's all right, I will dismantle the board tomorrow, and you can serve my mother."

Lin Yan said: "What's the matter, are you wronged to wait for two days?" Then she turned to her son and said, "You said your father let the one who hit me go, and he didn't even want 500 yuan, did he? Silly?"

"My dad loves to help others," said the son.

"Your father is just pretending to be a nice guy." Lin Yan said.

"Yesterday my dad was brave enough to do what is right."

"Then you will learn from your father—"

"necessary!"

The son let out a long, proud voice.

(End of this chapter)