Years later, I will still miss that terrible canteen.

Graduation photo time-Saturday, May 7th.

These two days, in addition to taking my parents with me like when I was a freshman, they also dragged me to sweep this small campus several times. I didn't take them out to eat, but solved it in the school cafeteria.

Many times, I will tell them while eating: You should take a good look at what your daughter has eaten in the past four years. Now you know how hard it has been for me in these four years, right?

Speaking of which, I'm a little sad to finally leave.

That's the university canteen that I have been disgusted with for four years.

But I am still full of disappointment and inexplicable feelings. Maybe I really can't bear to stay here for four years.

- ? 02 ? -

"Auntie, one dish, one meat, two meals."

Immediately, a woman wearing a mask began to keep waving her silver spoon. After the greasy trotters were gently lifted, they turned over in mid-air and landed firmly on the shiny rice. The heat of "Ira" rose, and before the trotters could catch their breath, several dark green vegetables fell with a bang.

"Next!" Aunt shouted.

When the crowd is crowded, the people coming and going in the canteen are more like headless flies.

And I skillfully stepped back half a step to the right, turned slightly and flashed!

Since I was accidentally shot off a few trotters in the canteen last time, I have become more and more convinced that it is so important to master the chain action of this series of canteens.

In that era when the US group's take-away army began to rise quietly, I still deeply loved the scene of cooking in the canteen every time: the "masked" aunt was impatient with the shiny and attractive rice, leaving a sentence of "making money!" Cary doesn't have enough money! The lion roared.

The old uncle wearing a high-top kitchen hat secretly glanced at all the girls in the window with his eyes, adding food and rice according to his face value and mood, so the old man's heavy taste is still not flattering.

Turn around after dinner, pay special attention to the dishes, find a place where there are few people, and sit down quickly after wiping the table so as to relax and have a good meal. Sometimes after dinner, the whole person walks back to the dormitory with flip-flops, and by the way, they have a "silent encounter" with those students who eat takeout. You will find that the expressions on their faces are actually different. In the long and anxious waiting, different shades of yellow alarm began to flash. Especially in the hot summer, the takeaway brother was panting and sweating, and was splashed with water by these arrogant people. The scene is also quite "tragic".

- ? 03 ? -

In the eyes of my roommate and me, people who order takeout are generally "rich and slutty". You and other terrapin are still clutching your wallet with the mentality of benefiting the school, and helping Yu 'ebao to increase its value by the way.

However, sometimes when I look at the dazzling take-away menu and all kinds of activities to buy N and get N free, there will still be a small wave in my heart. In the "trap" where smart merchants begin to provide home delivery services, I don't know where the willpower comes from to resist this naked temptation-those things wrapped in white plastic are no more attractive than those iron plates and bowls in the canteen.

Sometimes I sit in front of the computer and code for a day, and my stomach finally screams. After the takeaway came to the door, even the action of going downstairs to get the meal was simply avoided. I give money for food, and I chew the copy casually, but I don't know why some sense of loss will appear like this inexplicably.

Especially when I accidentally bumped into my roommate Jia, who was tirelessly playing LOL with a small belly and munching on "rice", I still ran downstairs decisively and silently.

In contrast, I prefer the taste of the canteen, and the cooking art performed by my aunt is much more interesting.

Walking around aimlessly in the dining hall, cooking a meal or noodles at the right time, or desperately squeezing into a team to grab half a watermelon from my aunt in the hot dining hall, find a window seat, and dig a piece of melon meat with an iron spoon while watching the influx of people. The feeling of "people are hot and I am alone" is really wonderful.

This is my university canteen.

I think maybe this can be the least mainstream reason why I don't want to graduate.

- ? 04 ? -

The memory of the dining hall, probably after leaving my mother, has become more and more profound in my youth. In the past, when I was in high school, except for going home several times in winter and summer vacations, the rest of the time was basically dedicated to the school. I still remember that when my mother helped me move my luggage and arrange accommodation, she took a shortcut at noon and accidentally ate an eggplant braised pork in the dining hall, praising it for its good color, smell and health, and then gave me to my aunt in the dining hall with peace of mind.

Soon, the middle school campus time passed. After three years of tossing, I finally bid farewell to those big plates and small plates all outside the window and left with peace of mind in the same impatient expression of the same aunt. Until I went home to eat those home-cooked dishes cooked by my mother, I was so excited that my tears fell down and the smell of home stuck in my throat.

In fact, I never told my mother that after that day, I rarely had the opportunity to eat eggplant braised pork. It was just an elaborate game set up by the school. I didn't tell my mom either. It's not the delicious food in the canteen that makes me so smart and sensible, but it's precisely because these unpalatable meals make me cherish it every time I go home that I understand the feeling of singing tears in Wang Jie's lyrics: "Time has changed my face, and my thoughts in my heart remain the same."

Only by flying higher can we better understand the little care in every grain of rice carefully made by my mother. Until later, I really wanted to "fly away", and my mother couldn't take it away, and neither could the food. After leaving this city, we met another woman in charge of human food in another city-"Aunt Dining Hall". When we were hungry, we rushed to her arms-"Dining Hall".

- ? 05 ? -

At the end of 20 14, when Tujie milk tea appeared, the grassroots goddesses in universities came out one after another. At this moment, I hope there will be a figure like 1 in the university canteen downstairs. She can be strange, but her expression must be in place and her attitude must be gentle. She can accidentally type the wrong dish, but she must not give me several dishes with the same appetite. She may not be as careful as my mother, but she can't.

Unfortunately, reality is always so cruel. Every time the dining hall opens, the lights in the dining room are on, and all kinds of aunts are on the stage. A silver spoon was stretched, shrunk, turned and put away, and the aunts' cheeks wrinkled. Staring at the students behind, "Next!" Occasionally, when they have to make up a hideous meal, the students stand at the window, pointing: "I want this!" " "I hesitated for half a second and saw a big plate of trotters that my uncle had just served. I was surprised and immediately stopped my aunt." I still want this! "

Therefore, my aunt will inevitably get a few 360-degree eyes and knock on the spoon to make a harsh sound. "What do you want?" You can only look at it from a distance with a look of "beating you with a stick" in your head. Don't be ridiculous.

For those girls who lose weight, such as my roommates, like these pig's trotters, pig's feet, potato ribs and sesame, they all look like a pool of lard in their eyes, and they vomit when they look at it.

Of course, I also understand that every girl wants to be a palm-sized Zhao Yanfei, and the thinner the better. They use all kinds of low-energy ways, such as not eating or drinking, eating apples for three meals, drinking porridge and nutritious meals, to achieve the posture of "weak willows to help the wind" and slim down a new era and a new realm.

Therefore, this weight-loss army often haunts the rice porridge window serving lunch. Sparse rice porridge is as plain as boiled water. I walked past them with big fish and meat, and two different voices in my heart comforted myself and repented: how to lose weight if you don't have enough to eat! .

I don't blame myself. My mother always said that women should be kind to themselves, eat well and dress well, and health is the last word. Well, every time I touch my waist, I comfort myself like this Just be healthy.

- ? 06 ? -

Steamed bread, tea eggs, braised pork chops, scrambled eggs with loofah, lettuce with garlic paste, kelp and shrimp soup, sweet and sour fish slices, fried beef with vermicelli, wax gourd with scallion oil, tomato and egg soup ... From Monday to Sunday, from breakfast to dinner, from high school to college, my canteen has accompanied me through almost every spring, summer, autumn and winter, and my favorite trotters have finally changed from golden to brown, just like. I have eaten the worst rice, the best vegetables, the hottest northern food and the tasteless southern food.

In the dining hall, there was a sea of people. In my memory, familiar faces came to me with plates of dishes.

Whether you love it or not, it's there, whether it's sad or not.

Whether you go or not, it's still there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Aunt, one dish, one meat and two meals.

I remember you. You still want trotters today, right?

I was dragging my huge suitcase, and suddenly two lines of "tears" flowed down.