When the miners went down to dig coal, a pickaxe struck the squib. The dumb cannon went off and the miner was killed on the spot. Because the miners were temporary workers, the mine only paid a pension and no longer interfered with the future lives of the miners' wives and sons.
The grieving wife faces pressure from life after the loss of her husband. She had no skills, so she had to pack her bags and prepare to return to the small, isolated mountain village. At this time, the captain of the miners found her and told her that miners did not like the breakfast cooked in the mine cafeteria. He suggested that she set up a stall in the mine and sell breakfast, which would definitely make a living. The miner's wife thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
So a flatbed truck drove up to the mine, and the wonton stall opened. A bowl of steaming wontons costs eighty cents, and twelve people showed up on the first day it opened. As time goes by, more and more people eat wontons, sometimes up to twenty or thirty people, and sometimes at least twelve people. And the wind, frost, rain and snow never stop.
As time goes by, many miners' wives find that their husbands have developed an unshakable habit: they must eat a bowl of wontons before going down the mine every day. The wives were suspicious in every possible way, and even used various methods such as tracking and questioning to find out the truth, but found nothing. Some wives even deliberately prepare breakfast for their husbands, only to find that their husbands still go to the wonton stall to eat a bowl of wontons. The wives are puzzled.
Until one day, the captain was seriously injured by a squib while he was digging coal. On his deathbed, he said to his wife: "After I die, you must take my place and eat a bowl of wontons every day. This is the agreement of the twelve brothers in our team. If my brother dies, we will not help his wife and children." From then on, every morning, among the many people eating wontons, there was another woman. Crowds of people kept coming and going, but the only thing that remained unchanged as time changed was no more and no less than twelve people.
As time flies, the son of the miner has grown up, while his mother, who has suffered a lot and has gray hair on her temples, still faces everyone who comes to eat wontons with a sincere smile, which is sincerity and kindness from the heart.
What's more important is that, although young people have replaced old people and women have replaced men, there have never been less than twelve people who come to visit the wonton stall. Through the vicissitudes of more than ten years, what still shines are twelve golden hearts.
There is a kind of promise that can reach eternity, and a promise shaped with love, through the most expensive time in the world, the twelve common secrets actually have only one secret: love can last forever!
