Chance!

These two words suddenly flashed through Shen Jiarui's mind.

What is Chu Kuang’s killer weapon?

That’s right, his short stories always give an unexpected and even shocking ending!

Facing such an ending, readers often can’t help but exclaim when they see the end!

And that type of novel is often the most popular among readers.

Because that will bring a strong mental stimulation to the readers!

Therefore, this type of novel is also the most suitable type of text to compete for the highest bounty on the platform.

In contrast, narrative stories have no similar effects. The opponent's shocking reversal is much less exciting.

"Is Chu Kuang intentionally trying new writing methods?"

Shen Jiarui speculated for a while, then stopped tangling, and was even a little excited.

Since Chu Kuang did not write about the type he was best at, he felt that he might really have a chance to fight back in this wave!

This thought flashed through my heart.

Reading continues: ["Ah...Yangchun noodles...a bowl...is it OK?" the woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother and looked at the boss's wife timidly.]

The background is the Beihai Noodle Restaurant.

A woman took her two children to the noodle restaurant to eat noodles, but she ended up ordering only a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

You can know without analysis that this family is in a difficult situation.

But the following plot is heartwarming:

[The noodles were prepared on the chopping board, piles of like hills, piles of portions of one person. The boss grabbed a pile of noodles, added half a pile, and put them in the pot together. The boss's wife immediately realized that this was what her husband deliberately gave to the mother and son.]

This boss is a good person.

He saw the troubles of the mother and son, so he deliberately put some more noodles.

As soon as the hot and fragrant Yangchun noodles were served, the mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and ate them together.

Shen Jiarui couldn't help but curl up, and the scene of mother and son eating noodles seemed to appear in his mind.

【"It tastes so delicious!" said the brother.】

["Mom, eat too!" My brother picked up a chopstick noodles and sent them to my mother's mouth.]

Then, the time came to the second year.

It was also after 10 o'clock in the morning, the noodle restaurant was about to close, but the store door was opened again.

The woman walked in with the same clothes as last year.

"That...a bowl of Yangchun noodles...is it OK?"

The boss and the boss's wife instantly recognized the mother and son, so they brought the mother and son to the second table just like last year.

The boss, like last year, grabbed a portion of the noodles and put them in the pot.

The boss lady couldn't help but suggest: "Hey, the child's father, can you give them three bowls, okay?

"no."

The boss rejected the boss's wife: "If this is the case, they might be embarrassed."

Shen Jiarui was slightly moved.

The boss and the boss lady are as kind as ever.

The boss even considered taking care of the self-esteem of the mother and son, so he could hold back even if he wanted to give it more.

After dinner.

I paid fifteen dollars for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The boss lady said to the backs of the mother and son: "Thank you, I wish you a good New Year!"

I have to admit it.

Seeing this, Shen Jiarui was a little warmed by the owner and the owner's wife of this store.

What happens next?

Shen Jiarui was a little curious.

The Beihai Noodle Restaurant, which is increasingly prosperous, has indeed ushered in its third major.

The description here is interesting:

[Starting from 9:30, although neither of them said anything, they both seemed a little uneasy. Just after 10:00, the hired workers left work. The boss and the boss immediately turned over the price tags of various noodles hanging on the wall and quickly wrote "Yangchun noodles 15 yuan".]

It turned out that since the summer of that year, with the rise of prices, the price of Yangchun noodles has been 20 yuan per bowl.

On the table No. 2.

30 minutes ago, the boss lady had already set up the "Appointment" sign.

By 10:30, there were no customers in the store, but the boss and the boss were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son.

So the mother and son really came.

The older brother was wearing the uniform of a middle school student, and the younger brother was wearing the slightly larger old clothes that his brother wore last year. Both of them grew up and were a little unrecognizable. However, the mother was still wearing the short coat that was not seasonal and faded.

Shen Jiarui sighed that this is maternal love.

The story is not directly explained, but the details say everything:

The clothes of the two sons seem to change every year, but every time the mother appears, she is "wearing that short coat that is not as seasonal as it is faded."

For some reason, when Shen Jiarui saw this, he felt a little sad.

It was also here that the story finally introduced the situation of the mother and son.

Through the conversation between mother and son, the boss and his wife learned the whole story:

It turned out that the child's father died in a traffic accident, but the debt left behind was borne by the child's mother.

Over the years, my mother has been paying off her debts, so a rare luxury is to order a bowl of Yangchun noodles in the noodle restaurant.

The two children are also very sensible.

The youngest son also wrote an essay in the class: [My father died in a traffic accident, leaving a large debt. My mother worked hard every day from morning to night to pay back the money. I went to send the morning newspaper and evening newspaper... On the evening of December 31, the mother and son ate a bowl of clear soup soba noodles, which was very delicious... The three of them only bought a bowl of noodles. The uncles and aunts in the noodle restaurant still welcomed us warmly, thank us, and wished us a good New Year. To me, the voice of blessing was clearly saying to us: Don't bow your head! Come on! Live well! Therefore, when I grew up, I wanted to open a large noodle restaurant and said to the customers: 'Come on!''I wish you happiness!'...]

That night, the mother and son ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The boss answered and put the three bowls of noodles into the pot.

Shen Jiarui suddenly rubbed his eyes and was already slightly red.

Thirty yuan is the price of these two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The story is still slowly advancing in this seemingly plain narrative.

In the following years, every New Year's Eve, the owner and his wife of Beihai Noodle Restaurant would reserve a table No. 2, but the mother and son never appeared again.

Later.

Beihaiting Noodle Restaurant is becoming more and more prosperous because its business is getting more and more prosperous, and the store is renovated.

The tables and chairs have been replaced with new styles, but the second table is still good.

The boss and his wife not only did not feel inconsistency, but instead placed the No. 2 table in the center of the store.

Some customers asked about the reason, but the boss and his wife did not hide it.

In this way, the story about Table 2 made Table 2 a "happy table".

Customers are chanting everywhere.

Someone came from afar.

There are female students and young couples, who all have to go to the No. 2 table to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Table No. 2 also gained fame.

It was not until ten years later that the mother and son finally reappeared.

At this time, the brother and brother had already made a fortune, and the mother finally changed into a brand new down jacket.

The mother and son expressed their gratitude to the boss and his wife:

"We were the customers who ate a bowl of spring noodles 14 years ago, the mother and son were all eating a bowl of spring noodles. At that time, it was the encouragement of this bowl of spring noodles that made the three of us work together and survived the difficult years."

Shen Jiarui bit his lip slightly, as if he was holding back some emotion.

But all emotions are destroyed with just one sentence.

Just because of my mother's simple words:

"Boss, three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

It seemed like a ten-year agreement.

The story reads: ["Okay." I want to answer this, but my husband, who was crying, couldn't speak out.]

Outside the story.
Chapter completed!