After confirming, I finally waited for the news that Aunt Xiong, who sold noodle nests, died of "new crown" pneumonia.
Aunt Xiong's real name is Xiong Guifeng, and she is my interviewee. The year before, I went to Wuhan to write "premature" and was recommended to taste her family's noodle nest. Noodle nest is hot dry noodles and bean peel, one of the most popular kinds of breakfast in Wuhan. It is made by grinding soybeans and rice into a pulp and frying them in a round, flat, middle-raised spoon, and it is fried into a round cake with a hole in the middle.
Aunt Xiong's stall is on Shenyang Road. There is no signboard, it is less than half a square meter of space rented out in a breakfast restaurant, but it will not walk by when you see a long line. Her face was blown up a bit of a bit. She can fry according to the needs of her customers — the elderly have bad teeth, so she only fried the "box", that is, the soft edges like bagels; the young people like to eat crisp, she spread the rice milk thin. The people who come to buy the noodle nest are all nearby neighbors, and they don't have to ask Aunt Xiong to know their respective tastes. Aunt Bear is a very kind and considerate person. That day I saw a man who wanted to buy 10 noodle nests, and everyone else sighed. Aunt Xiong discussed with him, the grandmother behind her will have two noodle nests, has been standing for half a day, let her buy it first, okay?
I went to the interview twice. The first time I saw too many people, I didn't bother after saying a few words. The second time I visited again specifically at the end of her business. In the summer of Wuhan, it is necessary to stand on the edge of the oil pot for a long time, and the taste is of course uncomfortable. Aunt Xiong's eyes were red from the smoke of the oil, and she had to wipe the sweat constantly with a towel. Every morning at four o'clock her husband helped her to refine the pulp and prepare the materials. She went out alone at five o'clock and didn't finish until one o'clock in the afternoon. Her husband works as a security guard. It is the couple's meager salary that allows them to settle down from Huangpi, Hubei Province, to Wuhan and provide for their three children to study. She said to me at the time, "I don't want children to become talents, only adults, they can live a healthy and happy life." As long as I can move the spoon and move the pot, the business will continue to be done. ”
The side of the frying pan was so hot, and Aunt Bear fried the noodle nest so delicious that I remember the whole scene so much. After the epidemic came out, there were people around me who were thinking about all kinds of Wuhan snacks, and I was also secretly thinking in my heart, when the cherry blossoms bloomed, everything would be fine, and if I could go to Wuhan again, I would also go to Aunt Xiong to buy a noodle nest.
Two days ago, when I first listened to a friend in Wuhan talk about the rumors of her death, I still couldn't believe how Aunt Xiong, who looked strong, had gone like this. It was also just after listening to her daughter's interview that she learned that Aunt Xiong was not in good health, and she had high blood pressure and diabetes for many years, but she still insisted on showing up. It was also the reason for the poor physical foundation, less than 10 days of hard work, from the health center to the hospital, he died. Now her three children are safe, and her husband has recovered from the infection and is currently in isolation.
That interview gave me an acquaintance with many unknown people in the city of Wuhan. Their busyness before dawn allows millions of people to get up early to eat a hot breakfast. Because knowing them has also made me have an emotional connection to the city of Wuhan, after the outbreak of the epidemic, I have been through various channels to confirm that they are healthy and safe. I believe that the neighbors around Aunt Bear and the people who have a relationship with her are also silently missing her in their hearts, thanking her for the hard work she has brought them warmth and convenience. They may not know Xiong Guifeng's real name, but they will remember that with the aroma of the noodle nest, there was once such a smiling aunt in the small shop on the corner.
【Pieces】Spring thunder rolling outside the window, wind and rain like obscurity. If you think about the yard of the community tomorrow, there will inevitably be fallen leaves, and people will make a clicking sound when they step on the wooden leaves. It is said that it was the remnant of the wind that blew the leaves when they were young, but there was only one sound, and then there was no sound when they stepped on it again. Ye is like this, how can people be ashamed!
Author: Qiu Lian
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