I collapsed from the roof, the system came?

The story continues.

As Melvin watched, he imagined the possible reversal later.

There is still a heart-warming plot ahead.

[The hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles were placed on the table. The mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and started eating with their heads touching.

"It's so delicious!" said my brother.

"Mom, eat it too!" The younger brother took a chopstick of noodles and brought it to his mother's mouth. 】

It can be judged from this that the three of them were starving, but they only bought a bowl of noodles because they were short of money. So the boss's move to add more noodles touched Melvin even more.

There are not many such kind people in this society.

For an average noodle shop owner, if he sees three people asking for just a bowl of noodles, it's fine if he doesn't roll his eyes.

Where would you take the initiative to add noodles?

Melvin originally guessed what would happen to the noodle shop next, and then the mother and son came to help in order to repay their friendship, but in the end it benefited them instead. This kind of reversal is in line with the main point of the short story.

but.

He guessed wrong.

Nothing happened.

Even in the work, it is another year later in the blink of an eye.

It’s also New Year’s Eve.

There are the same three people, mother and son. Even the clothes the mother wears are exactly the same as last year. She even only ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles like last year.

The lady boss looked at them and seemed to realize something.

["Hey, daddy, give them three bowls, okay?" the landlady whispered in the boss's ear.

No, they might be embarrassed if that happens. "

The boss said, grabbing half of the noodles for each person and putting them in the pot. 】

See this.

Melvin's heart skipped a beat and his expression changed a little.

He had some thoughts before: Although this boss is kind-hearted, his kindness is limited. Since you added noodles, can't you add a little more? It would be great if the mother and son could eat well during the Chinese New Year.

But now he feels a little ashamed.

It turns out that the boss not only showed his love, but also maintained the possibly fragile self-esteem of the mother and son. Therefore, even though he wanted to give the other party three bowls of noodles, he still did not do so.

Melvin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was warmed by a little story.

A warm current surged through my heart, which had been dull just now.

"Could it be that there is still a third year?"

After seeing the mother and son leaving, he thought to himself.

Just as he expected.

Sure enough, the next sentence is that as the noodle shop's business is booming, the third year of New Year's Eve is ushered in.

[From nine-thirty onwards, although neither the boss nor the landlady said anything, they both seemed a little uneasy. Just after ten o'clock, the employees left work. The boss and his wife immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall one by one, and quickly wrote "Yangchun noodles 15 yuan." In fact, starting from this summer, As prices rise, the price of Yangchun noodles is already 20 yuan a bowl. 】

See here.

Melvin raised his eyebrows again.

This story really reveals every aspect that makes him heartwarming.

Obviously, he, the reader from the highest position, knew why the boss and the landlady were upset and why they changed the price to the original old price.

"It turns out that short stories can be so attractive when they don't satirize the dark society, don't worship money, and don't have sharp criticism."

An idea came to Melvin's mind.

At this moment, he was also looking forward to the arrival of the mother and son.

The proprietress even put up a "Reservation Seat" sign at table No. 2.

Until half past ten, there were no customers in the store, but the two of them were still looking forward to it.

They were not disappointed, mother and son came.

The mother is still wearing the faded short coat that is out of season, but the clothes of the two children change every year because they have grown up.

A simple sentence is more poignant than long descriptions in many novels.

Just this time.

Mother ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

In Melvin's opinion, it was most likely because his two sons had grown up and a bowl of Yangchun noodles was not enough.

But the boss was as warm as ever and put three bowls of noodles into the pot.

This time, the mother finally explained clearly the family situation of the three of them when talking to her two sons.

It turns out that the child's father died in a traffic accident early, but he owed a foreign debt, and the pension was still not enough after paying off the debt. So the mother can only slowly repay the loan in installments, which is why they are so embarrassed.

I was so embarrassed that I could only eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles on New Year’s Eve.

The two children also understand their mother's hardships.

["Okay! Mom, brother, from now on, it's up to me to cook every day!"

"I will continue to deliver newspapers. Brother, let's work hard together!"]

of course.

It wasn't here that really touched Melvin.

But next, my brother said that his younger brother had written an essay, and the title of this essay was "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".

["The topic of the essay given by the teacher was, 'What kind of person do you want to be in the future'? All the students wrote it. My brother's topic was "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles". When I heard the title, I knew it was about Beihai Ting Noodle House. It's something. How could my brother write such embarrassing things? That's what I was thinking at the time."]

There is no description of my brother's expression here.

But Melvin seemed to see a child with shining eyes, talking excitedly.

[The composition is written as follows: ...On the night of December 31st, the mother and son had a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which was very delicious... The three of them only bought one bowl of Yangchun noodles, but the uncles and aunts at the noodle shop still welcomed them warmly. We, thank you and wish us a good year. Hearing this voice, my brother couldn't help shouting in his heart: You must not fail, you must work hard, and you must live well! Therefore, when my younger brother grows up and wants to open a noodle restaurant that is the best in China, he also wants to say to his customers, work hard, I wish you happiness, thank you. The younger brother read the composition loudly...]

In the noodle shop.

Behind the counter, the boss and the proprietress were squatting facing each other, each holding a towel, wiping the tears that came from their eyes.

And the story is outside.

Melvin also felt a little sore in his nose.

He didn't expect that such a short story would touch him several times.

At first, I was moved by the hardship of the mother raising two children. In the middle, I was moved by the kindness and warmth of the boss and his wife. Now, I am moved by the sensibleness and hard work of the two children.

"They are about to pay off their debt, so next year, they should be generous enough to order three bowls of Yangchun noodles, right?"

Melvin wiped his hazy eyes and thought to himself.

However, he once again failed to guess the result.

After the fourth year, the mother and son never came to the noodle shop again.

But the boss and his wife still reserve table No. 2 on New Year's Eve every year, as if they have been waiting for their arrival.

Even after the business boomed and the tables and chairs were replaced with new ones, table No. 2 remained the same. Instead of feeling out of place, the boss and his wife placed table No. 2 in the center of the store.