The old man waved his hand: "Well, it's okay, it's been more than ten years, I'm used to it!"
As he said this, the old man wiped his eyes, and it was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he said.
Zhou Bin felt bad too. No wonder the two old people had to go to the fields to cut grass at their old age. It turned out that their children were long gone. It was really pitiful.
In order to ease the old man's mood, Zhou Bin asked, "Uncle, what is the name of your village?"
The old man tried hard to force a smile and said, "Our place is called Tangdong Village."
When Zhou Bin heard that all the villages here were called Tang Village, it seemed that they must be related to the hot springs here.
He asked, "Uncle, why do you call this place Tangsha Village?"
The old man smiled and said, "That's because there is a hot spring in Tangquan Town. The emperor bathed in it once, so everyone called it the Imperial Hot Spring, so the nearby villages were named after it."
Zhou Bin nodded: "Oh, no wonder. Does our village also have hot springs?"
They had never been to Tangdong Village when they were wandering around the area before, so Zhou Bin was a little curious.
The old man shook his head: "No, there is no spring water in our village."
When Zhou Bin heard this, he felt a little regretful. It was a pity that this village was also nearby but had no spring water. No wonder it didn't develop well.
While the two were talking, the old lady had already prepared the meal.
He came over with a big plate in his hand. Zhou Bin took a quick look and found that what the old lady had prepared for him today was "Kuangbelt Noodles".
This kind of noodles is long and wide, sprinkled with chopped green onions, green vegetables, various seasonings and salt, sprinkled with chili powder, splashed with hot oil, and finally drizzled with a little vinegar. The taste is simply amazing.
Zhou Bin had been busy for quite some time and was already hungry. He didn't hesitate to take the bowl of noodles, stirred it with chopsticks, and then started to eat it in big mouthfuls.
The noodles are really fragrant, white and shiny, and very chewy. Paired with the refreshing noodle soup, it is simply a wonderful enjoyment.
Zhou Bin finished a big bowl of noodles in one breath with his cheeks clenched. The two old people were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.
The old lady immediately served him another bowl of noodles, poured hot oil on it, and Zhou Bin started to eat with relish once again.
After eating two large bowls of wide noodles, Zhou Bin's stomach was bulging. This meal was so enjoyable.
The old lady wanted to serve him some noodles, but he declined as he really couldn't eat any more.
If he eats any more, his stomach will explode.
The old man saw that he really couldn't eat anymore, so he smiled and said, "Forget it, we can't force guests to eat!"
Then the old lady took the dishes away, and the old man continued to make tea for Zhou Bin, took out a cigarette, and let Zhou Bin rest.
Zhou Bin sat in the yard, feeling the warmth of the spring sun and smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air, feeling a little intoxicated for a moment.
The old man asked, "Young man, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"
Zhou Bin smiled and said, "Uncle, my name is Zhou Bin, I'm from Jingzhou, and my father is about the same age as you."
The old man nodded: "Oh, you are still from Jingzhou! That means you are a guest from afar."
Zhou Bin smiled and said, "Uncle, Auntie's cooking skills are really good. The wide noodles she made are so delicious."
The old man smiled sincerely and said, "You are right. Your aunt loved making this noodle since she was young, and my son loved it very much."
When his son was mentioned inadvertently, the old man's heart trembled and his sad past was brought back to his mind.
He couldn't help but say, "It's been ten years. I remember when my son got into trouble, it was around this time, and the apricot blossoms in the yard were still blooming."
Seeing that the old man took the initiative to talk about his son, Zhou Bin asked, "Uncle, what happened to your son?"
The old man's eyes were red. He had long wanted to find someone to talk to. Every year at this time, he felt sad.
Zhou Bin happened to be there today, and he immediately started talking: "That was also when the apricot blossoms were in bloom..."
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