Every city has a few lively snack streets, and each kind of food has its own group of diners. Those small food stalls are full of my memories.
When I was in high school, there were a lot of snacks near the school. Most of them were of high quality and low price. I couldn’t put it down! There is a noodle shop in front of our school called Another Bowl. The business is very good and very affordable. We often go to his place to eat. It only costs three yuan for a box of noodles and his homemade doubanjiang, which is a perfect match for the noodles. Students only pay three yuan, and the other five yuan, many teachers will also eat it. The store is opened by a middle-aged and elderly couple. I heard from my former classmates that the uncle who sells powder used to be a teacher in our school. Later, he retired. Whenever he had something to do, he and his wife would set up a store in front of the school and start. Selling fans. There are often long queues in front of their store, and they don't work on weekends. They close when we have holidays, and they open when school starts. So many people want to eat their fans and count on us to start school.
We often go to Bobo and they all know us. He said that Orr should eat something else and have a balanced diet. Sometimes we go in the morning and then the next day. He is very knowledgeable and often communicates with those people. The boy chatted about everything, and when he met a naughty boy, he would teach him a lesson. But surprisingly, he was very popular, and many people listened carefully to his teachings. My uncle would often stand at the school gate and just look at our school, sometimes rubbing his eyes. It seems very reluctant to give up.
After I graduated, I never went back. Once when I went to do errands and passed by the school gate, I went to eat a bowl of his noodles, but the old uncle was not there, it was his son and daughter-in-law. I asked their old uncle where they had been. He said he was old and his legs and feet were not flexible, and he was at home! Later, I heard some graduates say that there is an old man in a wheelchair at the school gate every day. He just takes a look at the school gate and then goes back.
Later, when I accidentally talked about this incident, I realized that that grandpa was not only a teacher in our school, but also the former principal.