There is no sweet water in Tianshui Lane, only an old locust tree and a sugar water shop.
The shop is opened by Chen Xi's grandmother. My grandmother's surname is Xu, and her neighbors call her Mrs. Xu. Some people also call her "Xu Hell" behind her back - because her face is always stern, like someone owes her three kilograms of food stamps. She made Cantonese-style sugar water, kelp and mung bean paste, double skin milk, and ginger milk. She used a copper pot left by her husband to brew the sweetness of the south in the coal smoke of the north.
Shen Xi was sent here by her mother when she was three years old. In the spring when I was eight years old, a man in a dark blue jacket appeared at the door of a candy shop and ordered a bowl of kelp and mung bean paste. He said that he was Shen Xi's father. He said Xu Wan was gone.
Since then, there has been one more silent southern man in the candy shop, and one less old lady waiting for the letter. Shen Xi began to understand that what was boiled in grandma's sugar water was not just mung beans and kelp - there were also those words she never said, and those people she had been waiting for all her life.
It's a little sweet and takes a long time to taste.
Purpose: Show personal growth and family affection