Chapter 160 Waiting for you to get tired of watching the enchanting and charming scenery
You must use high heat to fry eggs. The key is to use lard. Only then will the fried eggs have a tender and soft white under the shallow crispy texture, and a soft and syrupy yellow color. Many noodle stalls add eggs, which are not so much fried eggs.
, it’s better to say it’s fried, it’s oily, bitter and not good for people’s appetite.
Many people are accustomed to adding a fried egg, often just chasing the memory of the bowl of noodles mixed with it from their childhood.
It is very difficult for many children to persuade them to eat a bowl of noodles, so they add an egg, which is fried and fragrant. After all, it is more delicious than noodles, so they eat it reluctantly, and maybe even peel the yolk.
Come down.
When I grow up, the memories of my mother’s fried eggs are so memorable.
Liu Changan placed two bowls of rice noodles with eggs in front of the third wife and Zhong Qing. If there is business, there is no reason not to do it. Two bowls of rice noodles with fried eggs cost 24 yuan. Liu Changan took the payment code.
I scanned it for Zhongqing.
Today, Liu Changan did not leave immediately after putting down his fans. He moved a small bench and sat down, "Since there is no business now, you two can talk first if you have anything or anything to say. I will be very busy in a while."
Liu Changan knew very well that there must be repeat customers today, and the business was busier than yesterday. Celebrity chefs can make people leave because of their reputation, but repeat customers are more convincing than diners who leave because of their reputation.
"I'm just here to have a meal." The third wife turned her head. Her fair neck was tender and wrinkle-free. The place where a woman's age is most likely to show off, was as gentle and smooth as a girl.
Liu Changan looked at Zhong Qing. He had never expected this arrogant and unpopular woman who didn't know where she came from.
Zhongqing was wearing a transparent white summer shirt. You could see the off-shoulder underwear tied under the white lace necklace around her neck. After she glanced at the third wife, there was some brief doubt in her eyes, and then she took out the bag from her bag.
He took out a photo and gave it to Liu Changan.
The photo is an old black and white photo. It is very old. Except for Liu Changan, he is probably older than everyone around him and older than the buildings in this area. Not many of the newly built Junsha City after the fire can rival this photo in terms of age.
old building.
People in that era didn't have as many tricks in taking photos as they do now, nor were they as lively. They would eventually take photos seriously, which often revealed a person's true spirit.
In a very simple and traditional posture, a young man sits upright with his hands on his knees. Next to him stands a woman wearing a long dress and a white hat.
"Please pass this photo to Mr. Ye." Zhong Qing said.
"Mr. Ye?" Liu Changan was also a little confused.
The third wife turned around, her eyes also a little confused, "Ye Chenyu."
Liu Changan nodded to express his understanding. What he was confused about was that normally, he would call him "Mr. Ye".
Liu Changan picked up the photo and put it into the cash box at the breakfast stall. He saw a poem written on the back of the photo.
When the wind and storm finally come, I will laugh when I care about me, I will laugh when I laugh at the waves, and the center is mourning.
The wind and haze are finally gone, but Hui Ran is willing to come, and he will never go or come, and I will think about it for a long time.
The wind blows at the end of the day, and soon there will be wind. If you don't want to talk, you won't be able to sleep. If you want to talk, you will be sick.
Nao's yin is like a scorpion, and a scorpion is like a thunder. If you don't speak, you can't sleep, but if you want to speak, you will be pregnant.
This is "Bei Feng·Ending Wind", which is about a romantic and passionate man. Facing such a man, a woman has all kinds of worries, misery, expectations, sorrow and lingering feelings.
The photo was well preserved and seemed to have been taken out of the safe or sealed place in recent days. The handwriting seemed to show its age. The beautiful and elegant handwriting was naturally written by a woman.
Photos are more intuitive and easier to awaken memories, but words have a stronger appeal. Liu Changan picked up the photos again and tucked them into a picture book. Zhou Dongdong sometimes accompanied his mother when she went to the stall.
The books will be placed here.
Turning around, the third wife and Zhong Qing had already left.
Fan didn't eat it. Zhongqing didn't feel sorry for the twenty-four yuan, but it was really delicious. It was fine if he didn't eat breakfast on weekdays, but now he felt a little hungry.
"Mrs……"
Zhongqing turned around and saw the third wife sitting at the edge of the carriage, close to the window, her cheek pressed against the window glass. Her whole body was soft and weak, like a person hiding in a shell who was suddenly trapped.
The strongest shell is taken away, revealing the fragility inside.
A line of water traces flowed down the glass, and the clean windows made the water traces appear crystal clear, showing sadness in the slanting sunlight.
There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Madam, what happened?" Zhong Qing was very panicked. She had never seen such a third wife. In her eyes, the third wife was proud and powerful, and could do anything unscrupulously, but it definitely did not include crying.
Zhongqing even suspected that for the third wife, even if a close relative died in front of her, she might not have many emotional ups and downs. Zhongqing never thought that the third wife would shed tears.
"Sand got in."
The third wife used the most meaningless excuse, but Zhong Qing did not dare to ask any more questions.
"Tell me, do you think the more remarkable a man is, the more philandering he is?" The third wife turned her head and looked at Zhong Qing.
Her eyes were moist, not like sand, but like newly opened springs, clear and bright.
The third wife is talking about the old Mr. Ye Chenyu? Zhongqing does know something. This old man was very romantic back then. He was the dream lover of many young ladies in the Republic of China. Is the third wife feeling for the old lady? Then she thought of it.
My own marriage and destiny? I have never heard of how romantic the third young master was back then, and he has passed away in a car accident many years ago, and I have never seen the third wife how sad. The feelings at this time are somewhat difficult for Zhong Qing to understand.
"No matter what, men are always playboys, right?" Zhong Qing said uncertainly. She had seen many men who were playboys, but she didn't know if there were any men who weren't playboys. After all, many men were playboys but it wasn't obvious on the surface.
Either they don't know, or they just don't have the chance, and Zhong Qing doesn't care.
"I remembered a sentence."
"What words?"
"When you get tired of seeing the enchanting women, I will spend time with you for a long time."
Zhongqing looked at the third wife's expression carefully, "Why are you tired of looking at her?"
"Yes, the slow flow of water is boring after all, and the enchanting scenery is even more exciting." The third wife sneered, "Women's ideas are too naive after all. Men, they will never get tired of the foxy girls outside. They have many tricks, it's not a big deal.
After a while, I changed my mind. I have already forgotten about the one at home. Even if I accidentally think of coming back and taking a look, it is just a whim. If a woman thinks that he will change his mind, how can she live a long and smooth life with you?
, too ridiculous.”
"That's probably it." Zhong Qing said uncertainly.
"But...but I still want to see him."
The third wife raised her hands and covered her face.