《mid night canteen》Episodes

The furthest distance in the world is not me but you do not know that I love you, but I love you Ming Ming know I will forget you. Faced with the kindness of Li Kai and her daughter-in-law, Hai Fen did not feel happy at all. Back to the three, she has been straight up suddenly back up, as if suddenly entered the seniors. She fully understood their mind, but do not want to make themselves a burden on their lives. The heavier the love is, the greater the pressure on her shoulders and the more she gets her breath heavier. But this sweet burden, after all, she could not refuse. Li Kai moved out of an apartment with Sasa and returned home to take care of Hai Fen. They prepared everything they could think of in advance, tagged every item in the house, tagged everyone, tagged their identities and names, and gave her a completely new home. However, Hai Fen's condition is still getting heavier and heavier every day. She was gradually confused with time, forgetting that she and Li Kai even have the grandson, thought Lily is still the diaper child; forgot to get along with years of old friends, just playing the game turned to become a stranger ; Forgot to eat fried rice just another moment and then another bowl. Everyone obeys her as much as she can, but she refuses to obey. One morning, after leaving to wake up, Hai Fen disappeared and they never found her again. Maybe she went to a sanitarium that had been arranged for a long time. Maybe she had lost her carelessness. Maybe she went to heaven in advance. She chose to leave with love while she was still in memory, not to be strangers with one another the day after, to make each other suffer. For her, this life is over, at least the moment of departure, each other are happy, this is enough. If you are destined to one day be forgotten, you will choose to love it. "Ginger egg fried rice, finished" often cook people always have their own preferences for seasoning, for others are almost the same seasoning, but they have their own unique choice, it is also the choice of these dishes, so that his cooking is different from Others, have their own unique taste. Lao Ban has always liked Lao Jiang's old soy sauce for soy sauce. Lao Jiang was admitted to the sanitarium from Lao Mei Soy Sauce Factory in the same year and he always insisted on his own choice. It is also because of this choice, Lao Jiang for him, has become a unique existence. After closing the shop on the day, Lao Ban did not rest, but made a few good cooks. Instead of eating after he cooked, he sealed the dishes with cling film, placed them in a hot iron box, took a bunch of flowers and rode to the sanatorium in Lao Jiang. In fact, these dishes can not eat a Lao Jiang, but Lao Ban thinking, always have a rich New Year's dinner, even if only smell the smell is good. Oh, yes, he gave Lao Jiang a bottle of white wine, and seeing the nurse push it in and quickly hid behind him was a little bit of his mind. Lao Ban asked Lao Jiang I do not know the taste of this dish is wrong, Lao Jiang exclaims that when my grandpa lives, the annual dinner is wonderful, more than 20 pairs of chopsticks compete to eat, but now, but only He is alone.Before leaving, Lao Jiang made a request to Lao Ban to trouble him to sell the last sauce of soy sauce factory. Lao Ban came to the already deserted Lao Jiang soy sauce factory. He seemed to see Lao Jiang, who was silent many years ago alone, busy here and behind a half-high soy sauce jar, always lonely Focus. This soy sauce factory is the ancestral home of the Lao Jiang family and it is precisely because they are very careful about every process and have the unique flavor of Lao Jiang soy sauce. Only this period of heritage, finally, or to be broken. Lao Ban posted a limited amount of old soy sauce on the store's glass. Shi Ke who asked curiously, this night, thick soy sauce tasted dumping every one of its guests. Guests are even beginning to worry that if Lao Ban does not have a single bottle of sauce per person, Lao Ban will inevitably see a bottom if the only sauce in his bowl is running out. Jiang DaShan thought he had forgotten the past, but ate the first meal of soy sauce mixed with Lao Ban. This familiar taste made his memories clear at a glance. In his memory, Lao Jiang always considered the importance of soy sauce. From an early age, Jiang DaShan, who was very talented in design, was in his eyes an unprofessional "prodigal son." Lao Jiang always wanted his son to inherit his craft, but Jiang DaShan was not at all interested in it. He often hid from the corner of his father to see some newspaper clippings about design. At that time in the face of his father's scolding, he always filled with puzzled and grievances. Soy sauce to inform them. But he knew early inside, after, there will be no. Jiang DaShan on the side looked at the two, suddenly remembered as he was sitting his father's bike, door to door to send soy sauce situation. His father would give him the first freshly made soy sauce for his bibimbap, which is also the time when a handful of his own life was close to his father, so he was very impressed. Lao Ban asked if he had a good conversation with Lao Jiang after he came back, but Jiang DaShan said with a wry smile that his father was unconscious now and that his father had known for his choice of clothing. In teenage years, he had been scolded more than once by his father because of obsessive design, and his father was expecting to make soy sauce like he did, but Jiang DaShan did not think so. Finally, at that time, when his father threw his paintings into the firebox, he left the house with anger in his backpack. It took more than 20 years to go. Now, he, should go home. Jiang DaShan retreated the hotel room ahead of schedule and returned to the soy sauce factory where he had fled countless times.