I don't know when you found out that your mother is old, maybe it's your mother's age, maybe it's when you feel old; I don't know where you found out that your mother is old, maybe it's your mother's gray hair, forehead wrinkles, rickety figure, and no longer healthy body; And I was one day in the fall of 2016, from a meal, to be precise, a bowl of hand-rolled noodles to determine that my mother was old.
When my mother was young, she cooked very well and could cook a lot of tricks, and I never felt that the food was not delicious when I was a child. But I don't know when it started, but the food cooked by my mother started to be less fragrant. Maybe it's from when we learn to cook, maybe it's from when we follow the recipe after we get married, maybe it's when we cook for our own children and they say it's delicious. Even at this time, I didn't feel that my mother was old, I just felt that I had grown up.
Whether we realize it or not, or whether we calm down and face it, Mom is really old.
The first to hear: Mom is old! It was my sister who said that her cooking level is higher than mine, and she can eat, so she is naturally picky and sensitive. I didn't agree.
Every time we go home, we still call ** to tell my mother to eat. Mom is also happy to make it and wait for us to go back and eat. I don't know when my mother started to make fewer and fewer delicious meals for us, until it was just a single one: spicy noodles made from the noodles she rolled out herself.
We have eaten this kind of rice for several years, and every time my mother happily rolls out the noodles, uses her skillful noodle cutting skills to cut the noodles with uniform thickness (she resolutely opposes us using a dough sheeter), and cooks them for us to eat. So much so that now, our lover and child only think that their mother will make spicy noodles.
Slowly, before everyone goes back, we don't say that we want to eat, but we don't eat, and occasionally I don't say it, my mother will ask, "Are you still eating?" Before I replied: Not eating. At that moment, I felt that my mother was not lost but lightened, and I didn't think deeply about her psychological thoughts.
Until that day last autumn, we said that we wanted to go back to dinner, and I didn't hear her joy in **, but agreed very usually. When I got home, my mother had already made the noodles and prepared the spicy seeds and the vegetables she had grown herself. I saw the dough sheeter on the board, and before I could ask any questions, my sister's son said, "Grandma, don't you roll the dough for us?" Mom muttered, "Grandma is too old to roll out." At that moment, my sister turned her face to look at me and said to me firmly, "This time, Mom is really old!" ”。Yes, it was this time, it was the bowl of hand-rolled noodles that I thought I would definitely be able to eat but didn't eat that made me truly accept that my mother was old.
In fact, my mother didn't get old in a day, starting from the fact that we didn't eat so fragrant, from a single to only eating spicy noodles, starting from her psychological changes that were not happy but a little relaxed, she sent us signals, but I didn't respond to her, I'm afraid she really feels old! But the day came, and my mom thought she was getting old.
Yesterday I went to my mother's house, I was cooking, chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and she asked next to me, "What else do you want?" Put something? What's the stir-fry of this? "At that moment, it was as if time had been reversed.