Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

The day before the college entrance examination, traffic control began to be implemented near several test centers.

Needless to say, in the residential area, everyone consciously lowered their voices.

Even in the small square that has been bustling all the time, there were no dancing grandpas and aunts early on.

Who doesn't have a child?

Sooner or later, there will be a day when you are considerate of others today, and others will be considerate of you in the future.

Liao Chu sighed as he looked at the large bucket of coins that had just been fished out of the wishing jar.

In the past few days, there has been a surge of people throwing steel coins and making wishes, especially these two days, it's like crazy.

At the point when I got off work just now, there was a traffic jam...

outrageous.

Fearing that the big goldfish would be killed, he deliberately moved it ahead of time.

However, the big goldfish didn't appreciate it.

After moving home, the appetite has been halved.

The parents tried their best to make the last effort, and they came early to reserve the table.

Don't use your brain to do the questions, you have to make up!

In the past few days of the exam, Liao Kee Restaurant does not need to receive other customers, and it can be filled with candidates and parents alone.

He specially prepared a lot of refreshing drinks to cool down the heat and relieve the tiredness, and he also made mint cakes.

Glutinous rice is used as the base, mung bean paste is layered on top, and milk jelly with mint juice is added on top.

When Yu Yu went to work in the morning, he looked up and saw many mothers who came to see off candidates wearing cheongsams.

Hit the ground running.

Although there are some superstitions, at least we entrust everyone with sincerity.

Just thinking about it, a family of three walked past, the son was carrying a transparent file bag, and the parents walked around, saying as they walked:

"Have you brought all the stationery and admission ticket?"

"Remember to go to the toilet first after entering, check the test paper carefully, and don't miss the questions. Paint the answer sheet first!"

"Yes, yes, don't be nervous, we've tried our best, you won't, and neither will anyone else."

"Listen to your mother, after the exam, let's go to Liao Ji to eat delicious food."

The young man was a little nervous at first, but he smiled instead, seeing that they were like this.

"I see, say I'm nervous, I think you are more nervous than me."

Yu Yu chuckled lightly.

He has never had such an experience.

But just looking at it like this makes me feel warm.

When the two sides passed each other, he said softly: "Come on."

When the family of three heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Thank you!"

The kindness from strangers made this exam a little more peaceful.

The atmosphere of the exam was so strong that it was almost substantive. Even if Liao Chu didn't care about it at first, he couldn't help being infected. He couldn't help but walked to the street and looked over at Yigao.

With Luyuan District as the center, there are three test centers within a radius of five kilometers, and the traffic pressure is very high.

Standing in front of the Liao Kee restaurant, he could vaguely hear the sound of horns and shouts coming from the front.

It's the traffic police who direct the traffic.

The whistle for the start of the exam rang, and the bustling school gate fell silent in an instant.

No one dared to make a sound, as his lifeblood was sitting inside.

This small world holds the hopes of countless families.

Maybe after today, someone's fate will change drastically.

Many parents who came to take the exam were reluctant to leave.

But there are also big-hearted ones, who are so tanned by the big sun that they stroll to a nearby restaurant to rest.

Liao Kee restaurant was full in no time.

Mr. Ji's family didn't do anything today and just concentrated on accompanying the exam.

It's a pity that Ji Peng's test center is a bit far away, so Mr. Ji mumbled for several days.

Early this morning, I came to pack a few cups of cold drinks and snacks, and put them in the small refrigerator in the car, preparing for the eldest son to come out to eat after the exam.

Afraid of bad stomach, Mrs. Ji bought antidiarrheal medicine specially.

Ji Peng, who knew the situation, was very dumbfounded: Is it allowed to eat, or not allowed to eat?

Among the restless parents, the young man and woman who came on a blind date undoubtedly seemed somewhat out of place.

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

Forget about the college entrance examination today.

This smile dilutes the embarrassment that hasn't been seen for many years.

They sat down humbly with each other, and the man looked out of the window with some emotion, "It reminds me of our college entrance examination time."

The woman brushed the broken hair around her ear, "Yes, in a blink of an eye, it's been more than ten years."

As he said that, he raised his eyes and found that the other party was also looking at him, and he felt a little flustered again.

It's funny.

The two are classmates, and the seats are not far apart.

Occasionally, after several intersections, there is also a little more ambiguity that cannot be explained clearly.

It's just that I was young at that time.

Young and timid.

The school and the family are strictly controlled, and no one dares to speak.

It's just that when he went out for exercise, he deliberately lagged a few steps behind;

When she handed out homework, she deliberately picked his homework book...

A few times of intentional or unintentional eye contact, a few times of passing by inside and outside the room, and ambiguous whistles and jokes among classmates are enough for young boys and girls to toss and turn.

Even in sleep, there is a sweet and sour taste of lime.

Like a mindless white butterfly, slamming around in the quiet afternoon with all its heart, leaving behind a little glittering scale powder.

Perhaps the two also had a tacit understanding:

If only we could go to the same university.

But the reality is cruel.

The score of the college entrance examination may be separated by thousands of people.

On the day of filling out the application, the two watched from a distance, and neither of them spoke.

The word "future" is too heavy, and no one is qualified to ask the other party to accommodate themselves.

A hazy love that has not officially started, just died.

Those memories of the blooming and rainy seasons are gradually dusted, and finally they are forcibly stuffed into the big box deep in the mind.

Those years are finally over.

But who would have thought that after going around, the two would still get together:

After work, they fell in love and got married one after another, and were exhausted due to various reasons, and finally separated.

There is no big right and wrong that cannot be tolerated, but it is always inappropriate.

The already thin emotional foundation is vulnerable to the trivial firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

A boring and dry life is like a fish thrown into the desert, hot and suffocating...

That being the case, let's separate.

Some time ago, relatives and friends around me organized a blind date.

The two of them didn't intend to, but they were full of tired thoughts:

Go, or you will be urged again.

The middleman gave the phone number.

Similar things have happened many times, meeting and chatting, but nothing happened.

It's not that he's not good enough, it's just... not suitable.

Still inappropriate.

I always feel that there is something missing in my heart.

Maybe everyone is an irregular piece, or maybe there is a hole missing from birth.

Some people are in a hurry, just grab a piece of it casually, and just make do with the wind and rain.

But why make do with it?

The man hesitated to dial it, and the moment the voice sounded from the opposite side, the dusty memory box finally shattered with a click.

Countless fragments of his childhood rose up one after another, and together with the hoarse cicadas outside the window, they turned into a torrent and rushed towards him, making him dizzy...

"Hello, both of you," the waiter greeted with a decent smile, "Our lunch officially starts at eleven o'clock, do you see?"

They are all in their early thirties, and they really don't look like parents of students.

The man smiled and said, "Ah, we know this. I heard that your cakes and drinks are also famous. Let's order that first."

The waiter said: "There is a paper menu, and you can also order by scanning the code. Which one do you two want?"

The man subconsciously looked across.

The woman pursed her lips, "It's paper."

Speaking of which, there were days when I didn't look at the menu seriously and order, but I thought about it.

The waiter left after delivering the menu, and the two slowly looked through it.

The road is quiet, only the speeding cars are accompanied by the high and low chirping of cicadas.

Occasionally, when someone came in and out, a sound or two leaked through the cracks of the opening and closing doors.

The air conditioner is on in the store, and the clear piano sound echoes in the air.

The warm sunlight comes in from the window and is filtered into gentle waves by the gauze curtains.

Occasionally, the breeze blew through, and the curtains shook slightly.

With the light spot on the table, it flickers on and off.

"Speaking of which, when we were in school, there weren't so many shops around."

"Yes, we have graduated, and the conditions are better."

"Haha, indeed, I remember that in those few years, the small stalls selling meat buns outside were doing very well, and there were also egg-filled pancakes, vegetable burritos and so on... But they were banned later, saying it was unhygienic."

"Yes, yes, there are also steamed buns..."

As soon as the word "Xiaolongbao" came out, both of them paused.

Once upon a time, teenagers would take a detour every day, stepping into the classroom covered in sweat.

Just to stuff a few steamed and crumpled buns into the table hole of the girl you like.

The girl knows who sent it.

Every time I watch it, I laugh.

She looks so pretty when she smiles.

The eyes are curved, like crescent moons.

There is a dimple at the corner of the mouth...

The boy watched silently, thinking secretly, but dared not speak out.

Maybe she wasn't the most beautiful in the world, but... she was the girl who fascinated him the most.

"This shop also has xiao long bao in the morning," the man suddenly said with a little panic, "let's... ah, do you still like xiao long bao now?"

After all, after so many years, he is not sure if the other party's taste is still the same as before.

The woman raised her head, eyebrows and eyes curved.

"like."

favourite.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and tentatively said:

"Then, how about tomorrow morning..."

His heart was beating hard.

The woman pursed her lips and nodded.

"OK……"

The man rejoices.

When ordering later, he blurted out the names of a few dishes.

The woman froze.

It's all her favorite food.

Or rather, my favorite food ever.

Seeing that she seemed a little surprised, the man rubbed his hands, and said with a little embarrassment:

"When I was in school, I saw you often make these kinds of dishes."

The woman didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, I suddenly cried.

The man was dumbfounded, and hurriedly handed her a tissue,

"Hey, did I say something wrong? You, don't cry!"

He was most afraid of her crying.

It was before, and it is now.

"Never, no one remembers what I like to eat..."

The woman choked up.

She doesn't like to eat dumplings, but every time something happens at home, her parents will happily make dumplings, and then desperately ask:

"Why don't you eat?"

She always said, I don't like to eat.

But within a few days, parents will still say the same thing:

"Why don't you eat the dumplings specially made for you?"

She felt wronged.

I didn't specifically ask you to do anything, maybe you can't, can you not always move yourself under the banner of loving me?

Later, when she grew up, she mustered up the courage to tell her parents about it.

The two elders were stunned for a moment, but they laughed nonchalantly:

"Just this little thing is worth remembering for decades?"

"Hey, this is a grudge against my parents, girls, don't be so narrow-minded."

It's all like a joke.

No one took it to heart.

But the woman is wronged.

Very aggrieved.

Why, why do you never listen to me carefully?

Later, when she fell in love and got married, her former boyfriend and current husband never remembered or asked her what she likes to eat.

"Why fry this dish again?" He frowned impatiently, "Don't you know I don't like it?"

The woman opened her mouth, but didn't say anything after all.

Yes, I remember what you like to eat and what you don't like to eat, so I naturally know that you don't like this dish.

But, we've known each other for so long, don't you really remember, is this my favorite food?

When she was in divorce, her friends heard her cry.

Hearing this section, my friend laughed, "Oh, what a big deal, can you buy it yourself and eat it?"

Is it a matter of one bite of the dish?

The woman hasn't spoken to anyone since then.

Am I for that dish?

I just feel wronged.

It shouldn't be like this.

I am sincere to you, but why are you unwilling to repay even a little bit of sincerity?

She thought that no one would remember what she liked to eat in this life, but she never expected that going around...

The heart that has been empty for so many years seems to have finally found the right piece.