Mo Shiwu's Dumpling Restaurant

Before dawn, it began to drizzle in mid-air.

When the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, the rain turned out to be a climate.The patter continued, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, splashing small watery ones.

The road surface has been in disrepair for a long time, and many places are uneven. In addition to the windy weather in the past few days, the dust brought over has accumulated on the ground. It is muddy due to such a rain.

The business of Mo Shiwu's dumpling restaurant has benefited from today's rain.

Many people were forced to hide in front of their stores because they did not expect the rain to increase. Probably because more and more people were hiding, some of them took a few steps back when they felt sorry, and smelled the temptation coming from behind. The scent of people, I just found a place to sit down, carefully looked at the menu sign hanging on the wall, and ordered a plate of hot dumplings.

"boss!"

"Hey! Here we come!"

The man called the boss looked very young, about 20 years old.With curly hair, a white apron over a beige sweater, jeans and Martin boots, he doesn't look like a person who should appear in this very traditional looking dumpling restaurant.

"Here's a vegetarian dish." The customer placed an order.

"Okay!" Mo Shiwu readily agreed, and wrote it down with a pencil in the small notebook in his hand, and walked inside without stopping.

When he arrived at the window where the food was picked up, Mo Shiwu bowed his body and said in a calm tone, "Sixteen, let's have another plate of vegetarian dishes."

There was no echo from inside, but Mo Shiwu knew that his sister heard it, otherwise he would definitely come over and ask again.

There are a total of five tables in the store, each table can barely squeeze four people, and the aisle in the middle is spacious.Mo Shiwu was particularly satisfied with the width of the aisle. Every time he ran in the store, the soles of his feet felt windy. Seeing that there were no empty seats on both sides, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Now that he could be free for a minute or two, Mo Shiwu returned to his cash register, sat on the stool and crossed his legs, feeling a little itchy in his throat.

The weather in March and April is erratic.Yesterday was still so hot that people wanted to wear short sleeves, but today it was rainy and the temperature plummeted.

The temperature drop happened quietly in the middle of the night, and Mo Shiwu couldn't be honest for a moment.Naturally, sleeping is no exception. I rolled over and rolled on the bed all night, and when I woke up, I sat up, and before my eyes were completely opened, a sneeze rushed out.

He pulled down the mask on his face a little, picked up the cup of cold medicine his sister Mo Shiliu had prepared for him, and took a small sip.

"Tsk tsk..." Mo Shiwu smacked his mouth and savored the taste: "It doesn't seem to be very bitter."

Mo Shiwuxi is sweet and afraid of bitterness and loves spicy food. He is a person who pursues excitement and enjoys pleasure in time.It is useless to persuade him that the good medicine is bitter, it is better to find some sweet cold medicine for him to drink.

"Fifteen, what about fifteen?!"

An old man came to the door, wearing a black felt hat, and was putting the lattice umbrella in his hand into a plastic bag. Compared with the owners of the umbrellas piled up at the door with dripping water everywhere, he was really very particular. people.

The old man had gray temples, but he was in good spirits. He stood at the door with an angry sound, calling Mo Shiwu to quickly put down the cup in his hand.

"Yes, I'm here..." Mo Shiwu hurriedly put on the mask, as if worried, pinched the bridge of his nose so that the mask could fit on the nose more closely without revealing any gaps.

"Hey, what's the matter, are you still dressed up today?" The old man found a table with three people and sat down, seeing Mo Shiwu's appearance, he couldn't help laughing: "Why didn't you wear short sleeves today, no? Is it too hot?"

"Grandpa Wang, don't laugh at me. I, I have a cold..." Mo Shiwu felt aggrieved.

"Well, it's a disadvantage if you don't listen to the old man's words. I haven't taken off my long johns yet, so you have the guts to wear short sleeves. It's no wonder you don't catch a cold." Mr. Wang stretched out his hand and poked Mo Shiwu on the forehead, " Let's see if you have a long memory this time!"

"Long, eat everything to gain wisdom. With you, Grandpa Wang, I will definitely grow up even better." Mo Shiwu said sweetly, and the mask covered his mouth and nose, but his big eyes, which were usually half covered by his hair, looked extraordinarily beautiful. There is God.

"It's just you who is so excited, hahaha..." Mr. Wang was in a good mood, he pointed his fingers at the table and continued: "It's still a family portrait, let Shiliu watch and make it."

"I can't do it just by looking at it. Don't worry, Grandpa Wang, it's still the original formula and the same taste. With me and Shiliu here, the taste is absolutely guaranteed!" Mo Shiwu patted his small chest, looking confident, striding forward go inside.

Mr. Wang sat in his seat, his eyes inevitably collided with those who were eating dumplings while waiting for the dumplings.

After going back and forth several times, Mr. Wang couldn't help but speak first.

"How about it, young man, are these dumplings delicious?"

Opposite Mr. Wang sat a young man in a suit. The quality of the suit was average, and it looked like it was issued uniformly by the company.

"Well, it's not bad. I haven't eaten dumplings with this taste for a long time." The young man was not shy either. He just finished eating, wiped his mouth and responded generously.

"Hey! You've hit the point. This store has a history of more than 20 years. You don't know, the weather was the same on the day their store opened. I went to work early at that time, and I happened to be the head of their store. A diner. I still remember the touch, taste, and temperature of their dumplings for the first time when I took my first bite... Oh, in those days, it was so delicious to be able to give up so much food. It's rare." Mr. Wang seemed to recall the scene at that time, with a happy face.

No wonder the old man was so shocked back then...

Mo Shiwu's dumpling restaurant was originally opened by Mo Shishi's father, Mo Shishi.When the dumpling restaurant opened, Mo 15's short legs couldn't walk in a straight line, so he would draw a zigzag in the aisle of the store every day.

Outside the store, there are crowds of people all day long.

Ten Mile Street was not really ten miles long, but it was one of the most prosperous areas in the city at that time.Little-known ones like Mo Shiwu’s Dumpling Restaurant are still located in the most inconspicuous corner, and the decoration is also unremarkable. Even the signboard in front of the door is a simple wooden board with a few words written with a brush .

In such a store, Mr. Wang was driven in by the heavy rain by accident, with the mentality of simply filling his stomach and not demanding anything else.

Even if the dumplings were in his mouth, he secretly looked at the price on the wall menu several times with nervousness, for fear that he might be mistaken.

Such a low price, but such delicious dumplings, the price-performance ratio is simply beyond the sky!

Since then, Mr. Wang has become a loyal customer of their family.Even though I don't live here anymore, I still order a plate of family portraits whenever I have time.

Family portrait, as the name suggests, has everything.It was originally called Liu Liu Shun, which means there are six kinds of dumplings with different fillings in a plate of dumplings.

However, after so many years, the fillings have been refurbished a lot, far more than six.

The family portraits are made according to the fresh ingredients of the season, and there is no fixed style, but as long as the craftsmanship is perfect, it will still be the old taste in the memory of Mr. Wang, and there will be no slight deviation.

"Grandpa Wang, here comes the family portrait!" Mo Shiwu held the dinner plate and drifted all the way to the old man. A plate of dumplings was served on the table, and next to it were two seasoning dishes that the old man had prepared.

"Boss, do you have all kinds of family portraits?" The young man who had just finished eating saw the colorful and colorful dumplings on the old man's plate, and felt that the dumplings just eaten seemed not enough: "Give me a plate too."

"Okay, wait a minute." Mo Shiwu took the empty plate and sent it to the back kitchen quickly, and soon brought out a plate of colorful family portraits.

The diners in the store are eating steaming hot and delicious dumplings.The rain outside was rampant for three or two hours, and finally stopped.

I don't know if it was because of Mr. Wang's promotion in the morning that many people came again at noon. Brothers and sisters Mo Shiwu and Mo Shiliu were so busy that they didn't have lunch until 03:30 in the afternoon. They haven't recovered yet. It's time for dinner again.

"What day is it today, why is business so good..."

After nine o'clock in the evening, the dumpling restaurant saw off the last customer, and Mo Shiwu could finally rest.

"Um……"

The door of the back kitchen was pushed open from the inside, and a handsome, somewhat stern girl came out, that was Mo Shiliu.

"Today seems to be Arbor Day." She was really serious about answering Mo Shiwu's question, but after thinking about it for a while, she seemed to feel that Arbor Day had nothing to do with business. She tilted her head and thought seriously for a while. Only then did he clap his hands together, suddenly realizing: "Ah, I thought of it..."

"Well, I thought about it too." Mo Shiwu slowly got up and stretched his waist: "It's been 20 years, and today is the 20th birthday of our dumpling restaurant."

It's your birthday, so that's why you're so lucky.

Mo Shiwu's dumpling restaurant, no matter how good the dumplings are, the business has always been tepid.Barely able to maintain it: the level where they can earn a little money to support their living, and they dare not expect extravagantly.

The brothers and sisters thought, what's the matter, today is also the birthday of the dumpling restaurant, so they planned to clean the shop thoroughly regardless of the hard work during the day.

Although they cleaned meticulously every day, the store looked old, but the hygienic condition was the first in the surrounding catering industry.In the annual sanitation inspection, they can get a big smiley evaluation, which means the sanitation is excellent.

Even so, Mo Shiliu, who has moderate obsessive-compulsive disorder, can still find relatively unclean places.

By the time Mo Shiwu somewhat regretted making this suggestion, it was already [-]:[-], and it seemed that even if it was [-]:[-], it might not be over.

Just as Mo Shiwu was debating whether he should discuss with Mo Shiliu to change the general cleaning to a gradual method, the landline on the cash register suddenly rang.

"I'll pick it up!" Mo Shiwu hurriedly took off his rubber gloves, and picked up the phone half a meter away.

"Hi, hello, this is Mo Shiwu's Dumpling Restaurant, what can I order?"

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