Memories of 6070

As times change, the memories that belong to the seventy-eight-nine-million have become memories and will eventually be slowly forgotten. I only hope that this book can awaken your fading memories and return to our era. When I was a kid, I loved eating my mother's hand-made noodles the most. The days were tiring at that time, and there were not many opportunities to eat noodles. Except for the New Year and holidays, the only time I wanted to eat noodles was when I had guests at home. When guests come to the house, my mother will usually make two bowls of noodles for each guest, plus two or three bowls more. When the guests eat, they will all be served on the kang. At this time, the father who was accompanying the guests on the kang became very enthusiastic. Advise the guest affectionately: "Eat it hard and roll it out a lot. There are still some in the ground." In fact, we know if there are any customers underground. Usually no one eats all the noodles on the table. After the guests finished eating, my mother divided the remaining bowls among the six of us sisters who had been waiting for a long time. At that time, when I was young, after the noodles were served to the guests' tables, I often secretly glanced at the kang, for fear that the guests would eat up all the noodles. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.