A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"I thought I'd die this winter, but recently I got a set of slate-gray thick-striped linen kimonos, which are suitable for summer, so I'd better live until summer." - Osamu Dazai

Song Zhiyu didn't have much feeling for the squirrel-gray thick-striped hemp kimono, but he really liked the dilapidated wonton stall downstairs.So he secretly made a decision: so let's live until the wonton stall downstairs closes...

"Mom really doesn't have time to make breakfast today, so I'll give you ten yuan to eat outside." Song's mother was in a hurry early in the morning.

"Hmm." Song Zhiyu couldn't help but think of the wonton stall downstairs.

"You are not in good health, eat less spicy food." Mom saw through Song Zhiyu's thoughts at a glance.

"Okay." Song Zhiyu agreed absent-mindedly.

As the door closed with a "bang", Song Zhiyu glanced at the alarm clock. It was only 07:30, and he fell asleep with his pillow covered for another hour.I didn't bother to change clothes after sleeping, so I simply put on a down jacket over the pajamas, but there was still a pair of striped pajama pants of average thickness on my legs, and I was pulling flip-flops on my feet, with a kind of careless attitude.

When I went outside, although the sun was shining brightly, it couldn't resist the cool wind.Song Zhiyu felt a little regretful, especially his feet, but it was his brain that made the decision, and said: "It's too much trouble going upstairs to change, you'd better freeze it first." This made the feet feel helpless.

Most of the wontons in N City are small wontons, and small wontons are called wontons. They are neither called wontons nor Chaoshou.There are many delicious small wontons in the south of the old city, and Song Zhiyu is a big idler, so he just tried them all, but the best one is the one downstairs in his own community.The boss uses chopsticks to dig out a handful of pitifully small meat, wrap it in the thin wonton skin, put it into the boiled water, and then scoop it out after cooking. The small white and red wontons are floating in the clear soup like this. Add a spoonful of lard, appropriate amount of salt and monosodium glutamate, and a little green onion.It looks exquisite but not very exquisite, but it tastes really good.

"Boss, a bowl of wontons." Song Zhiyu walked into a dilapidated shop that didn't even have a storefront.

"Ah, do you want spicy oil?" The boss is an old man over half a century old, but he looks very energetic, in stark contrast to Song Zhiyu's seventeen-year-old but "decadent" appearance.

"Yes, add more spice." Song Zhiyu instructed.

"Or three spoons?

"Then four scoops." Song Zhiyu felt that life would always have to change.

"Understood." The boss boldly gave an OK gesture, which made Song Zhiyu think that he might have been a rock lover when he was young.

Not long after, a large bowl of steaming red wontons was served.A cloud of mist climbed onto Song Zhiyu's glasses, and he took off his glasses with some helplessness, revealing his slightly red and swollen eyes from staying up late last night.

After scooping up a spoonful of wontons, I felt the hot and spicy rushing against my lips and mouth.When they passed through the throat together, Song Zhiyu felt a heart-pounding, suffocating sense of happiness.

Of course, the above are all nonsense, if I had to describe Song Zhiyu's feelings at this time, it would be: very hot, very spicy, very delicious.

"Four tablespoons are a bit spicy." After taking a few sips, Song Zhiyu felt a tickle in his throat.

Just when Song Zhiyu was about to take a break and eat again, there was a dark commotion around the wonton stand: from the aunt who got up late to buy vegetables at the early stand and the girl next door who got up early.

Song Zhiyu tilted his head and glanced, he was quite tall...

"I'm not quite tall, and I haven't seen others staring at me all the time." Song Zhiyu thought to himself.He didn't care about his messy hairstyle and overly casual dress, so he hastily came to the conclusion that "women are all visual animals", and continued to deal with it

His bowl of spicy wontons is gone.Although this conclusion has long been said by wise predecessors.

"What to eat?" the rock boss who was over fifty years old asked the tall man.

The tall man looked around, then at the menu posted on the wall, and finally set his eyes on Song Zhiyu.He pointed to the bowl in front of Song Zhiyu, and said, "Same as him."

"Okay." The rock boss seemed very happy, "Young people today are just like me back then, rebellious enough!" Song Zhiyu didn't understand how to be rebellious after eating a bowl of wonton with four spoons of chili oil.

"Can I sit here?" The tall man pointed to the seat opposite Song Zhiyu and asked.

"Yes." Song Zhiyu replied.However, he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of this tall man who had so many vacant seats and wanted to squeeze into the small table in the corner with himself.

Song Zhiyu was forced to observe the big stupid man sitting in front of him.In general - thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose bridge, plus a yellow hair.But this yellow hair just made him look eye-catching without being obtrusive.The tall man seemed to have sensed Song Zhiyu's complicated gaze, and smiled at him shyly, making Song Zhiyu's goose bumps all over the floor.

"It's delicious, but this wonton...is a bit spicy." The tall man's pretty face twisted a bit, "I'm going to buy a bottle of water."

Song Zhiyu ignored him, still concentrating on his breakfast.

After a while, the man came back, holding two bottles of "Qiabao" mineral water in his hand.The ups and downs of his chest and the white breath coming out of his mouth indicated that he came back from a run.Seeing Song Zhiyu sitting on the bench drinking soup, he was absent-minded for a moment, but soon turned into joy: "I thought you had already left."

"Coincidentally, we're leaving now." Song Zhiyu waved his hands casually, "Goodbye."

"Wait!" The big fool didn't know if he was running too fast or what, his expression was a little anxious at this time, and the corners of his eyes were even reddish.

He stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Song Zhiyu's hand, and said, "Seeing that your mouth is swollen, drink some water too, so you can relieve the spiciness."

Song Zhiyu lowered his head to see the word "Qiabao" written on the mineral water stuffed into his hand, not knowing what to say.Facing the full face of sincerity from the silly big man, Song Zhiyu chose to bury the truth in his heart.

"It's irresponsible for a girl to embarrass a handsome guy." Song Zhiyu didn't know what nonsense was going on in his head, "Drinking a bottle of pirated mineral water is not a big deal."

"Thank you." Song Zhiyu imitated the boss and made an OK gesture, but it was not standard, just moving five fingers casually.

"You're welcome!" But the handsome guy seemed very satisfied with Song Zhiyu's actions, and smiled heartily.

"It's cold, remember to wear cotton shoes when you have breakfast tomorrow." There seemed to be a warm tip from an enthusiastic handsome guy behind him.

Song Zhiyu actually heard the meaning of "see you tomorrow" from this sentence, and shrank his neck unconsciously, feeling a chill.What is there to say?Oh, by the way, called: I am afraid of sudden concern.

Due to his self-willedness in the morning, Song Zhiyu couldn't help clearing his throat at the dinner table when eating in the evening.Song Ma had an expression that I had seen through long ago, and frequently cast knife-like eyes at Song Zhiyu.

"How many times have I told you to eat less chili, but I just don't listen! Who will take care of you when you are sick again?"

"I'm not that fragile, okay... eat when you eat, and talk less." Song Zhiyu went back silently.

"School starts tomorrow, don't make any fools!" Mama Song warned.

The cruel words were straightforward, but "Yao Mozi" came soon.During the day, his throat was just itchy, but at night it was completely swollen into a peach. Song Zhiyu was really speechless this time.He gulped down a few large glasses of boiled water, and fell asleep in a daze.But he didn't sleep very well at night, and he woke up several times in the middle of the groggy. While feeling that his throat was still dry and tight, he touched his forehead as if he had a severe fever—I don't know if it was because of the day/clothes Wear less, or throat inflammation caused.

In a blur of consciousness, Song Zhiyu searched randomly in the dark with his hand, and suddenly found a bottle of something suspected to be the source of life, and poured it directly into his mouth regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Zhiyu didn't feel very good, it could even be described as terrible.He thought hard to find a reason, and finally found out in despair that the bottle of "Chabao" was placed on the bedside table.Song Zhiyu closed his eyes with some headaches, but the green inferior packaging on the mineral water bottle and the disgusting smile of that silly big man who looked sunny at the time were still lingering in his mind.