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Chapter 242 Birthday
"Why did you turn off the phone? Wouldn't your parents be worried if you didn't answer the phone like this?" Seeing that Yang Qianqian had turned off the phone, Wang Ruoyan couldn't understand and asked.

Yang Qianqian just silently put the phone back into her pocket without speaking.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Zhang Yanjiang asked.

She shook her head, still saying nothing.

When the atmosphere was depressing, Uncle Zhang prepared the meals and brought them to the table one by one.

After all the food was brought over, Uncle Zhang greeted everyone to eat.

Everyone sat at the dining table. Uncle Zhang put the bought birthday cake in the middle, opened it, put in candles, and lit it.

"Come, make a wish." Uncle Zhang looked at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei was very excited. He hadn't had such a lively birthday for many years.

He closed his eyes, silently made a wish in his heart that could never be fulfilled, then opened his eyes, and blew out the candle.

The crowd cheered.

Uncle Zhang pulled out the candles one by one and asked Zhang Wei to cut the cake.

Zhang Wei cut the cake and distributed it to everyone.

"Xiaowei, come and try my cooking." Uncle Zhang pointed to a dish.

Zhang Wei looked at the dish. It was a very common scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but the difference was that in addition to tomatoes and eggs, there were some bitter gourd pieces in it.

He was stunned, and then looked at all the dishes on the table. Yes, there were bitter gourd in all the dishes, and there was another dish of fried bitter gourd. He glanced at the soup, and there were also bitter gourd in the soup.

Seeing this, his eyes became moist, as if he had returned to his childhood.

My mother likes to cook. She always cooks in different ways. She always cooks ordinary meals very nicely, but she really has no talent. It's still hard to eat.

Zhang Wei is very picky eater, he doesn’t eat this, he doesn’t eat that, he doesn’t like the food made by his mother, sometimes the food made by his mother is so unpalatable, he doesn’t eat a single bite, and he doesn’t eat even if his mother coaxes him .

He especially loves bitter gourd. Although bitter gourd is bitter, he likes the taste of bitter gourd. As long as there is a taste of bitter gourd in a dish, no matter how unpalatable the dish is, he will eat it deliciously.

After my mother found out, in order to make him not picky eaters, she cooked bitter gourd all day long so that he could eat well.

There is nothing wrong with eating bitter gourd a day or two, but after a long time, my father who doesn't like bitter gourd can't stand it anymore, and my mother has no choice but to eat bitter gourd every day.

But Zhang Wei, who is used to the taste of bitter gourd, loves the taste of bitter gourd for ten minutes. Except for bitter gourd, he doesn't eat anything else.

No way, their family had to resume eating bitter melon every day.

But in this way, the parents are very worried that there is not much nutrition. After a long time, the son's health will not be good.

In order to let his son eat other dishes, his parents forced him to eat, but he couldn't eat it, and he was willing to eat bitter gourd without eating.

Later, my mother had no choice but to think of adding meat to bitter gourd, and adding other vegetables to stir-fry.

But the problem is that Zhang Wei is not a fool, he only eats bitter melon.

In order to let her son eat other foods, the mother thought of a way, that is, cut the bitter gourd into small cubes and stir-fry with other vegetables.

This not only has the taste of bitter gourd, but also cannot eat bitter gourd alone.

Sure enough, this method won Zhang Wei's liking, and he enjoyed it very much.

As Zhang Wei grows up day by day, he gradually gets used to eating other dishes and likes many other dishes.

He no longer eats bitter melon alone, nor is he picky about food.

But to commemorate this time, every year on his birthday, his parents would cook him dishes and soup with diced bitter gourd, reminding him of the days when he liked to eat bitter gourd.

Zhang Wei likes this kind of birthday very much. Every year, his mother will carefully prepare such dishes for him, and he is also very happy.

The dish with diced bitter gourd impressed him the most. The dish with scrambled eggs with tomatoes was known from the name of the dish, but on his birthday, his mother made him a dish with diced bitter gourd. Scrambled eggs with diced tomatoes.

That was the last time his parents celebrated his birthday. During that time, he loved the dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and his mother made it very delicious, so when he celebrated his birthday that year, his mother added diced bitter gourd to it on a whim. Tomatoes in scrambled eggs.

That day, it was Sunday, his parents were resting at home, and his mother went out early to buy a lot of delicious food and came back, and boiled an egg for him in the morning.

Before noon they were busy in the kitchen cooking for him and celebrating his birthday.

They made a table of dishes, and a soup, and as in previous years, all dishes and soup had diced bitter melon.

He sat at the dining table, and his parents also sat down, happily pouring him a glass of Coke.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that there was his favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but there were diced bitter gourd in it.

He picked up a bunch of tomatoes and put them in his mouth. It tasted like tomatoes, eggs, and a little bit of bitter gourd.

He didn't think the three flavors were bad, but rather delicious.

"Xiaowei, happy birthday." My father said with a smile as he held up a cup filled with Coke.

"Come on, Xiaowei, let's touch one." The mother also raised the glass.

Zhang Wei picked up the cup, touched it with his parents' cup, and couldn't wait to drink up the Coke in the cup.

"Slow down, there's still more to come." Seeing that he was drinking in a hurry, his mother said cheerfully.

After drinking the Coke, he picked up the chopsticks and ate vegetables and soup like crazy.

In the evening, his mother ordered longevity noodles for him to eat, and bought a birthday cake, which was his favorite Cotman-shaped cake.

In the dark night, he made a wish to be with his parents forever, and then blew out the candles.

His parents sang happy birthday to him, it was his happiest birthday ever.

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Wei picked up the chopsticks with slightly trembling hands, picked up a piece of tomato and put it in his mouth as he did back then.

He froze for a moment, this smell...is the smell of his mother.

At this moment, he thought that it was his mother who did it, but then he thought, it couldn't be his mother.

He put down his chopsticks, looked at Uncle Zhang, and asked, "Did you cook this dish?"

He didn't realize that his voice was trembling already.

Uncle Zhang nodded and said, "And this."

As he spoke, he took out an egg from a bowl.

"And this." Zhang Yanjiang came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of freshly made longevity noodles in his hand.

Changshou noodles are made by Uncle Zhang.

Seeing the longevity noodles, Zhang Wei couldn't bear it anymore and ran into the kitchen.

"Mom..." There was no one in the kitchen.

A tear fell, and Zhang Wei, whose eyes were already blurred, looked at the empty kitchen, couldn't help it anymore, broke down and cried.

After crying for a long time, he turned to look at Uncle Zhang, strode up to him, and could no longer calmly grab him, and asked, "Where is my mother? Where is she?"

No one thought that restoring the scene of Zhang Wei's parents celebrating his birthday would give him the illusion that his mother was already healed, and all of this was done by his mother.

"Talk? Where's my mother? Did she do everything today? Didn't she?" He looked expectantly at Uncle Zhang who didn't say a word and had an ugly face.

(End of this chapter)