Chapter 238

"Where is it?" Ling Weiwei asked in a hurry.

"It's just in the old city wall. If you go there and ask people, people who live there all know that it's delicious, especially good..." the sister-in-law is pretty good, and she smiles at Ling Weiwei.

Ling Weiwei should be grateful, get on the car, two people straight to the old city.

Compared with the new urban area, there are more people in the old urban area, which is not as desolate as the new urban area, but the roads in the new urban area are very wide and there are few people.

Although the old city is dilapidated, it makes people feel a strong sense of humanity. Listening to the shouting among people, this feeling is probably the taste and feeling of hometown that the old man said. It's strange. It's like all of this is in the blood.

Ling Weiwei knows that such a leisurely life will not last long here. With the coming of the younger generation and the leaving of the older generation, the way of life and habits are quite different. Such nostalgia will never be seen again. Because China is developing so fast that it doesn't give people a blink of an eye. If we don't work hard, we will lose. In order to get a bite to eat, everyone is working hard, helpless, but real.

It's just a pity for Ling Weiwei. But now, she and Ye Yan got out of the car and walked on the road, feeling very good.

He got out of the car and asked a fellow, who was wearing a white robe and red trousers with a fan in his hand. He probably came back after practicing kung fu. He said with a smile, "Zhang Ji, it's right at the top of the wall. Go straight and see it. Zhang Ji, it's a hundred year old craft. It's not expensive to make dumplings..."

The fellow townsman felt that there was a stranger coming to ask, and he looked proud.

Two people thank you and keep going, looking around.

The naughty boys running around shouting and laughing, the bicycles coming and going, the pedestrians, some coal stoves on the street, firewood, and the old lady's vegetable basket, all of which are very common and kind.

Even Ye Yan felt this kind of atmosphere, laughed, his eyes were warm, and said: "this is probably the hometown that my grandfather said. I think my grandfather lived near here before..."

"It used to be only this urban area. Now it's old and old. People will go out in the future. There will be fewer and fewer people here. Only the old people are left. I just don't know where the old man used to live..." Ling Weiwei said: "it must be this kind of environment. Although it's noisy, it's not too noisy, it's very lively, and the taste of home..."

Ye Yan was a little sorry and a little relieved. He kept staring at the house nearby, as if every place might be where his grandfather lived. He was very greedy.

The houses in the old city are really dilapidated, but they are old-fashioned bungalows. There are few houses on the second floor, but they are not well preserved. Like patched clothes, they are not professionally mended. They look pitted, but they can't stop Ye Yan's favor here

"Zhang Ji has always lived here. The people here are so familiar that the old man must also live nearby..." Ling Weiwei said with a smile: "this kind of house has its own characteristics. Although it's not as exquisite as the imperial quadrangle, it also has its own style. Although it's a little small, it's probably the taste of civilians..."

"Well, my grandfather used to be very poor..." Ye Yan said with a smile: "their family came from mud legged son. Later, my grandfather's father came to work in the city and brought him up. Then he lived in the city. Later, he joined the army. Later, my grandfather didn't go back to his hometown, because he was afraid of his hometown, his family was gone..."

This is the sadness of that era, and it is indeed an unavoidable tragedy.

Think about it, Ling Weiwei is also a little uncomfortable.

"It's very busy here. The old man must like it very much..." Ling Weiwei said with a smile.

"Yes, he said that when he was a child, there were often people singing opera. The one that didn't charge money could buy a cup of melon seeds for a whole day. My grandfather was still young and had no impression in the countryside. His real memory began here. This is his hometown in memory..." Ye Yan said nostalgically: "my grandfather's childhood was also interesting. He grew up in the countryside, Children in the countryside also have their own fun. Although there is no such lively environment, they also have their own fun in catching frogs, taking out loach, taking out bird eggs, climbing trees and picking fruit... Comparatively speaking, our childhood is much more monotonous and boring. That era is gone forever... "

Ye Yan said with a smile, as if he had experienced the general.

Ling Weiwei said with a smile: "my childhood has nothing to remember. Basically, it's all over the quarrel between my mother, my grandmother and my aunt. I don't have any fun either..."

"Me too. I spent that time rebelling and complaining..." Ye Yan said with a smile: "I know now that complaining is useless. The more I grow up, the more I can't complain about anyone, because everyone has their difficulties. But I understand their difficulties, but it doesn't mean I can forgive them. But it's enough for me to have my grandfather and grandfather. Now I know to cherish them, Because the person who wants to cherish is too good. He is more careful and dare not be presumptuous. He is afraid that he will scare her away... "

He meant something, and Ling Weiwei knew it very well.

Ye Yan said with a smile: "grandfather said that we must cherish those who are good to us, because the later in our life, the fewer people we meet who are only good to ourselves. The more mature a person is, the more he cares. On the contrary, he can't really communicate with others. "

Ling Weiwei was speechless. She didn't know what to say. After a long time, she said: "the old man said the truth."

"Yes..." Ye Yan smiles, and they are in front of Zhang Ji's steamed dumpling shop.

It was already full of people, but everyone was smiling, as if they were all neighbors. Everyone who had a place, but not a place, was talking with a smile. Even the store assistant and the shop assistant were talking and doing things while they were cooking dumplings. There are not only steamed dumplings, but also fried dumplings. The oil pot is Zizi, emitting oil smoke, but they are not afraid, and they are all in.

The people inside were very hospitable. Seeing the two strangers, they also said with a smile: "are you also here to eat?"?! Sit down quickly. Alas, we often have people come all the way here to eat dumplings... "

Ling Weiwei and Ye Yan could not resist these hospitable guests, so they sat down with a thank you. Thanks again.

The people in the queue all said with a smile: "let's go to the new guests first. We're not in a hurry to go home. We'll wait slowly. These two children are pretty..."

Two people laughed, see the clerk skilled on the steamed dumplings, fried dumplings, but also with vinegar and vegetables, and then on a bowl of beef soup.

Ling Weiwei then asked with a smile: "is this shop a hundred years old?"

"Yes..." the owner of the store said with a smile while frying dumplings: "my grandfather handed it down. Our family had been here for a long time. Later, we went to the countryside to escape the war for a few years. We didn't come back until we calmed down. It's also two years since we reopened the store. However, we haven't forgotten the taste of our family, so we all support it. Otherwise, the business can't go on..."

The boss is joking and frying dumplings. She is very skilled. The boss's wife is also making dumplings. She is very quick and dazzled.

Ye Yan ate the dumplings and said: "thin skin, lots of meat, thick juice, it's delicious..." he seemed to be a little nostalgic, savoring.

Ling Weiwei also began to eat. As they ate, they listened to the people in the shop talking about antiquity, war and many things. It was like a small party. Maybe everyone missed the taste and the lost past and youth represented by the taste.

Ye Yan said: "my grandfather had lived here before, so he wanted to have a look. But when he went, I didn't know which house he used to live in, but he couldn't forget Zhang Ji's steamed dumplings, so he went out of his way to try them. Fortunately, he found them. They were really... Delicious."

"Really?" The crowd sighed: "the young man is so filial..."

The store owner also said: "that must be my grandfather's business. My father didn't even have a chance to open a shop, so he took refuge. That was many years ago..."

Everyone also said: "time does not spare people...."

The shop assistant is very old and not very clean. It's black with oil fumes and charcoal. The shop owner also has a taste of vicissitudes. He is not young. He is estimated to be in his 30s and 40s. He is middle-aged. But it's really lively here, and the food is excellent. It's much better than the food in a magnificent place. Maybe it's called pyrotechnic and human.

Ling Weiwei feels that the store is still there. At least Ye Yan has found it. After eating it, she just wants to be warm.

The store owner also said with a smile: "before, there were people who wanted to invest in my store and open it in the downtown area, and then open a chain. It's just that, ah, I can't bear the bustle here, I can't bear the neighborhoods here. Now, I can't live a good life. Let's talk about it later. Now, I can't bear to go..."

Everyone laughed.

Ling Weiwei knows that the shop owner's idea of doing business in this way is mainly to miss, but she can't stick to it for a few years. Especially after he and Ye Yan ate so much, they only charged six yuan.

Small profit, because they are all neighbors, filling full, this is not very profitable, it is enough to make a living.

With the development, this kind of technology will open a chain sooner or later, not to mention now more people like it. It's just that the operators are different when it's opened. I'm afraid the taste is not as good as the shop owner's.

This kind of craft will gradually disappear over time.

Ling Weiwei sighed and said: "it's this kind of craftsman that makes it the best to eat..."

Ye Yan smiles and says: "I can't help it, but if you think about it, it's not bad for more people to taste like this..."

"This is..." Ling Weiwei smiles, takes Ye Yan's hand, and leaves Zhang jifuzi. At this time, the street lights are also on. However, there are few street lights in the old city, but there are lights in the residential buildings, so you can see them. "Come on, let's have a look here. I see that there are more lively snacks there. There are many people there. Go and have a look, It's as if I'm really singing... "