Cake by Mother Yuyamoshen（二）

Child, know how to eat steamed sponge cake from my mother's steamed sponge cake bun, the Cake by your mother is this very old look. Gray hair, nose like a garlic bulb, imports scarlet betel nut chewing in four seasons, hump bend hips swaying like walking a big black bear only. Listen Niangyue, he had four children, students, over hundred days is not to die. Education without raising men in this life woman life. So her husband left him, move far away from the trail. She alone, guarding the old house, steamed sponge cake bun by health paste imports, and sent each new year's Sunrise and moonset.
Cake by Mother hearted, love children. Neighbors to send their children to a bun what candy to make a butt, can appreciate the children's share of Cake by Mother Love. Whether the loss of a child, she wanted to close by a number of children.'s Details to comfort the hearts of disappointed injuries. Almost in my primary school years, my mother is Mother lend me the money to the Cake by registration, but also her money, she always say no urgency in no hurry, your children and more difficulties in life, big kids and then also. A return to his mother pushed for a return to the mother, miserable, said that this should not have to borrow money with you. She said son you do not like Sanyi, I do not hurry to pay back the money you have my reasons, you know? Mother to understand do not understand. Had to find time to split some firewood for her, pick buckets of well water, for cleaning the old house to wash her bed sheets. Otherwise the mother miserable, feel unworthy of this poor old woman had no children.
Cake by Cake by your mother to sell the children to the state of Front Street has a standard, his family received good Ng cents a photo, buy one get one poor family. Cake by the two cages each day make much money, had not gone well with the adjacent street were all sorry to persuade her not to. She said the street we are all neighbors for decades, I am happy to do so have my children if not to buy my bun, I think their own dead. Words to the last, like a heavy stone roller, said pressure on hearts.