Remember the pot sticker dumplings

In the relatively backward Dabie Mountains, at the time of 93, in order to feed our sisters, my parents took advantage of the convenience of their own house at the entrance of the middle school, opened a breakfast shop, mainly engaged in porridge and pot sticker dumplings, vegetarian stuffing, mostly leek vermicelli egg filling, other times will also make some other fillings according to the change of seasons.

Because my mother is clean and hygienic, and adjusted a good hand of filling, the first few years, dumplings are very popular, at that time, a dumpling a dime, the cost of about 7 points, the profit in 3 points of the look, parents rely on this income for us to read the book, due to the addition of other operators around, the increase in variety, my family's single porridge plus pot paste dumpling business is getting colder, the mother in order to reverse the business, dumplings are more refined, white fat dumplings, around the bottom of the bottle of large iron pot, pour fragrant rapeseed oil, pour fragrant rapeseed oil, After pouring water, covering the big wooden lid, after a few minutes, open the lid, turn the large iron pot, let the dumplings on the edge of the pot evenly heat, after moistening the rapeseed oil, the incense sprays, the dumplings with a crisp bottom shell are out of the pot, across the door, soon a pot of dumplings will be snatched up, poured now there will be basically half, the mother in order to sell the remaining dumplings, use a clean porcelain pot, covered with clean white gauze, brought to the school, into the dormitory building, one by one to sell.

Every time she went to a dormitory, she would ask ,"Do you want dumplings?"? My mother supported my entire middle school period with her hard work, at that time I was not moved, more inferiority, in my heart is to hope that my mother will not go to the school dormitory with a pot to sell her dumplings, not to go to our class dormitory, because my family lives in the school gate, junior high school and high school for six years, I spent in this school from my door into the classroom door as long as 5 minutes, sensitive inferiority filled my entire middle school period, the naughty and good classmates in the class, will always be when my mother enters the dormitory, Shouting to my mother, "Are you going to buy dumplings?", or when I met my mother on the road, I would tease her like this, and even shouted at me in class, whenever at this time, inferiority filled my entire atrium, making me blush, making my head lower even more, at this time, I hope that my mother, in the future, will not go to the dormitory to sell dumplings, and even more, sometimes on the way out of school, I meet my mother who rushes to the dormitory, I can't avoid it.

This mentality makes me have no way to study at ease, nor can I feel the hardships of my parents, I just want to leave that school, leave that town, go to a far place, after the end of the college entrance examination, I did not have any accidents in the exam is very poor, only barely went to a junior college, but because of the obsession in my heart, I chose a full-time school in Nanjing at my own expense, because I was free from the constraints of my parents, immature mind, muddled for four years, only took the certificate of wanton karma, went to society, and began to accept all kinds of hangings from society!

With marriage, having children, all kinds of unsatisfactory life, when the age is growing year by year, more than once dreaming of the mother's pot sticker dumplings, dreaming of the mother peddling dumplings in the dormitory, dreaming of the scene of the mother running away quickly on the road, when the midnight dream returns, tears flow again and again, the heart is desolate, at this time sadly realize that the lost years can never be found again!