Yesterday, a visitor to the house, thinking that there was no spare side dishes, went out to buy a fat roast chicken. And every time I eat roast chicken, I think of my birthday, and the roast chicken and fruit wine that my father brought back for my birthday, which is a touch of warmth in the harsh winter of Northeast China. Even if I remember it today, I feel that my tongue is full of relish, and I can't help but smile at the corners of my mouth and smile between my eyebrows.
At that time, the fruit wine was also red, and there was also a hawthorn wine, which children loved to drink, and two children under the age of ten could drink a bottle. Later, I gradually came into contact with red wine, and the popularity of dry red and dry white was after I was in junior high school and high school, and I drank dry red early because my father had worked in a red wine factory for many years. Dry red and dry white is a new product developed by Ningcheng Laojiao.
My birthday is in the winter solstice month, and when the atmosphere of the New Year becomes stronger, my birthday is approaching. On my birthday, my mother would be busy making dumplings, and my father would take a break from his busyness and buy a roast chicken with a bottle of fruit wine for me to celebrate my birthday. My mother is a careful person, and she clearly remembers the birthdays of her three children, just because I was born in the cold winter of the month, when the adults are not particularly busy, and there is just time to celebrate my birthday.
Northeast people love to eat roast chicken. But in the first few years, not everyone could afford to eat roast chicken, and my family couldn't afford it at first, and I don't know when it started, but my family's life began to improve, and my father remembered to buy roast chicken for my birthday. At that time, the roast chicken was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it tasted fresh and crispy, with fragrant lips and teeth. Every time my father brought it back, my mother would tear the whole chicken into pieces, put it on a plate, and put it on the table. My brother had been living in the school since junior high school, and my greedy sister and I could barely wait for the cups and plates to be served.
And just like that, round after round, my years passed through those winter birthdays, and I had become accustomed to waiting for my father to bring back the roast chicken on my birthday. The happy time was pressed into those sunny afternoons, and was pressed into the footprints of my growth.
The aroma of the roast chicken, which has been drawn from the rings of my life, is extraordinarily long because of the taste of love. Later, although I have bought roast chicken many times, I bought it from all over the world, roast chicken, smoked chicken, stewed chicken, there are different types, and every time I will taste it carefully, but no matter how I taste it, I can't taste the taste of the year.
It is the taste of father's love that has been around for a long time, and it is still in the same place. I, on the other hand, have gone so far that I can't even go back to celebrate my father's birthday in person. But his father, who is already in his old age, has long since downplayed all this, and his father said that he does not like birthdays now.
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Source: Warm News WeChat public account (Author: Wang Hongmei)
Editor: Guo Na
Proofreader: Wu Zhuoqun
Review: Yang Yang
Final review: Wang Hongmei