如今吃年夜饭,我总会想起爷爷奶奶,想起有他们陪伴的童年。我的家乡在东北农村。餐桌上的年夜饭,儿时的记忆里多是奶奶和妈妈准备的。炒的,炖的,煮的,蒸的,摆满了一米多长的桌子。家养的柴鸡、番鸭,要炖成油黄色,配着长长的、滑滑的马铃薯粉条,用筷子一挑,举起老高才可以夹到碗里。长辈总爱往孩子碗里夹肉,儿童却喜欢吃粉条和鸡爪子,享受滑滑的口感和啃骨头的乐趣。 Now eat dinner, I always think of grandparents, remembered their company with their childhood. My hometown is in the northeast countryside. Dinner on the table, childhood memories are mostly prepared by her grandmother and mother. Fried, stewed, boiled, steamed, filled with a meter long table. Domestic chicken, muscovy duck, stewed into oil yellow, with a long, slippery potato vermicelli, with a choice of chopsticks, raised the old can be caught in the bowl. Elders always love to bowl with children in the meat, children like to eat noodles and chicken paws, enjoy the gliding taste and bite the fun of bone.