Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Chance!

These two words suddenly flashed in Shen Jiarui's mind.

What is Chu Kuang's trump card?

That's right, his short stories can always give an unexpected and even earth-shattering ending!

Faced with such an ending, readers often can't help but be overwhelmed when they see the end!

And that type of novel is often the most popular among readers.

Because that will bring a strong mental stimulation to the readers!

Therefore, this type of novel is also the most suitable type of text to compete for the highest reward on the platform.

In contrast, a narrative story does not have a similar effect, and the opponent's shocking reversal is much less exciting.

"Could it be that Chu Kuang deliberately tried a new writing method?"

Shen Jiarui speculated for a while, then stopped worrying about it, and even got a little excited.

Since Chu Kuang didn't write about his best genre, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back in this wave!

This thought flashed through my mind.

The reading continued: ["Ah...Yangchun noodles...a bowl...is it okay?" The woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother and looked at the proprietress timidly. 】

The background is the big Beihai noodle restaurant.

A woman brought two children into a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, but only ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

It is known without analysis that the family's life is very difficult.

But what happens next is heartwarming:

[Noodles have been prepared on the chopping board, piles are like hills, and one pile is for one person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, then added half a pile, and put them into the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that the husband specially gave the mother and child more. 】

The boss is a nice guy.

He saw the distress of the mother and son, so he put some more noodles on purpose.

As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles came to the table, the mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and started to eat them head to head.

The corners of Shen Jiarui's mouth curled up involuntarily, and the scene of a mother and son eating noodles seemed to appear in his mind.

【"It's so delicious!" My brother said. 】

【"Mom eats too!" The younger brother picked up a piece of chopstick noodles and sent it to his mother. 】

Then, it's time for the second year.

It was also after ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, and the noodle shop was about to close when the door was opened again.

The woman walked in with the two boys, wearing the same clothes as last year.

"That... a bowl of Yangchun noodles... is that okay?"

The boss and the proprietress instantly recognized the mother and son, so they brought the mother and son to the second table just like last year.

The boss is the same as last year, grabbing half a portion of noodles and putting them in the pot.

The proprietress couldn't help but suggested: "Hey, father of the child, give them three bowls, okay?

"no."

The boss rejected the lady boss: "If this is the case, they might be embarrassed."

Shen Jiarui was slightly moved.

The boss and the proprietress are as kind as ever.

The boss even considered taking care of the self-esteem of the mother and child, so even if he wanted to give more, he held back.

After dinner.

I paid fifteen yuan for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The proprietress said to the backs of the mother and son, "Thank you, I wish you a happy new year!"

have to admit.

Seeing this, Shen Jiarui was a little warmed up by the shop owner and his wife.

What will happen next?

Shen Jiarui was a little curious.

Beihai Noodle Restaurant, whose business is booming day by day, really ushered in its third New Year's Eve.

The description here is interesting:

[From 9:30, although neither the boss nor the proprietress said anything, they both seemed a little restless. Just after ten o'clock, the employees left work, the boss and the proprietress immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall one by one, and hurriedly wrote "Yangchun noodles 15 yuan". 】

It turned out that since the summer of that year, with the rise in prices, the price of Yangchun noodles has been 20 yuan a bowl.

On table two.

30 minutes ago, the proprietress had already put up a "reservation" sign.

At half past ten, there were no customers in the shop, but the boss and the proprietress were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son.

So the mother and son really came.

The elder brother was wearing the uniform of a middle school student, and the younger brother was wearing the slightly bigger old clothes that the elder brother wore last year. The two brothers have grown up and are a little unrecognizable. Mother was still wearing the faded short coat that was out of season.

Shen Jiarui sighed, this is maternal love.

The story doesn't speak directly, but the details speak for themselves:

The clothes of the two sons seem to change every year, but every time the mother appears, she is "wearing that faded short coat that is out of season."

For some reason, seeing this, Shen Jiarui felt a little pantothenic.

It is also here that the story finally introduces the situation of the mother and son.

Through the dialogue between the mother and the son, the boss and his wife learned the whole story:

It turned out that the child's father died in a traffic accident, but the debt left behind was borne by the child's mother.

These years, my mother has been paying off her debts, so the rare luxury on New Year's Eve is to order a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a noodle shop.

The two children are also very sensible.

The youngest son also wrote an essay in class: [Father died in a traffic accident and left a large debt. My mother worked hard from morning to night to pay back the money, and I delivered the morning and evening papers...On the night of December 31st, the three of us, mother and son, ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which was very delicious...Three of us only bought one bowl Noodles, the uncles and aunts of the noodle shop still received us very warmly, thanked us, and wished us a good year. In my opinion, the voice of blessing is clearly saying to us: Don't bow your head! Come on! To live well! Therefore, when I grow up, I want to open a big noodle restaurant, but I also want to say to the customers: 'Come on!' 'I wish you happiness!'...]

This night, the mother and son ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The boss replied and put three bowls of noodles into the pot.

Shen Jiarui rubbed his eye sockets suddenly, they were already slightly flushed.

Thirty yuan is the price of these two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The story is still advancing slowly in this seemingly flat narrative.

In the following years, every New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of Beihai Noodle Restaurant would reserve table No. 2, but the mother and son never showed up again.

after that.

Because the business of Beihaiting noodle restaurant is getting more and more prosperous, the store has been renovated again.

The tables and chairs have been changed to new styles, but the second table remains the same.

Not only did the boss and his wife not feel uncoordinated, but they placed the No. 2 table in the center of the store.

Some customers asked why, but the boss and his wife didn't hide it.

In this way, the story about table two makes table two a "happy table".

Customers spread the word everywhere.

Someone came here from afar.

There are female students and young couples, and they all go to table number two to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Table two also became famous for this.

Ten years later, the mother and son finally reappeared.

At this time, the elder brother and the younger brother had a promising future, and the mother finally put on a brand new down jacket.

The three mother and son expressed their gratitude to the boss and his wife:

"We were the customers who ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles together on New Year's Eve 14 years ago. At that time, it was the encouragement of this bowl of Yangchun noodles that made the three of us work together to get through the difficult years. "

Shen Jiarui bit his lip slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

But all emotions are destroyed with one sentence.

Just because of my mother's simple words:

"Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

It's like going to a ten-year appointment.

The story reads: ["Okay." The husband wanted to answer like this, but the tearful husband couldn't make a sound. 】

outside the story.

Shen Jiarui wiped away his tears, he suddenly felt that the last trace of chill in the air was dispelled by the breath of spring.

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