In that cold wind whistling night, I clearly tasted the warm taste.

Every day after school, I would pass a stall selling stews.

The stall is not big, but it is very simple and elegant. Several uneven small stools are placed together carefully and neatly. The clean table top is covered with a layer of light blue embroidered tablecloth, and several bright red characters "Yantai Stewed Zi" are written on the head of the stall.

At first, I didn't care about this stall. However, on that day, I had a new understanding of it.

Late autumn evening, I walked alone on my way home from school. As dusk fell, I could not help but quicken my pace. Suddenly, I remembered that my parents were not at home today, and I left the 20 yuan dinner money my mother gave me at home. My heart, suddenly cold down.

I looked around helplessly, only to see the cold moonlight.

"Hiss!" The clear voice of the fried stewer sounded in my ears, and I could not help walking to the stall. However, I suddenly woke up and had no money. I was unwilling to step back. After repeated several times, the thought finally could not resist the temptation of aroma, and I walked there step by step.

I looked at the woman selling stews from a distance: thin, fair skin, long hair coiled at the back of the head; The red scarf on her chest was like a light in the darkness, lighting up her whole person.

I walked slowly. She found me and said to me, "Come and have a bowl of stew?" I nodded and quickly shook my head. She seemed to find my embarrassment and said to me, "You don't have any money?" My face turned red. She smiled and said to me, "As long as you like to eat stews, you can eat them at any time. If you don't bring money, you can serve them tomorrow!" My heart was warmed instantly. I quickly nodded and whispered to her, "Thank you." I sat on the stool without looking up, playing with the exquisite tablecloth with my hands.

She immediately made a stew for me. She fried potato starch blocks cut into almost the same size in the pot. The wooden spatula kept flying, and the stew was left to her like a cute lamb. In a short time, the aroma of stewed seeds was in the air at night. She skillfully filled a bowl of stew, poured fresh but not fishy shrimp oil, spicy but not red garlic paste and fragrant but not numb hemp juice, and a bowl of fragrant Yantai stew was ready. I can't wait to eat a big bowl.

At this moment, my heart flows through a warm current, sweet, especially warm. The warm taste became stronger and stronger, which made me feel that the cold autumn night was full of light and hope. The relationship between people has become more friendly and closer.