To fry an egg, one must use a big fire. The key was to use lard. Only then would the egg have a tender and soft white color under the light crispness, and a soft yellow like syrup. Instead of saying that it was fried, it was better to say that it was fried. It was oily and bitter, and it would spoil one's appetite.
Many people were used to adding a fried egg. Often, it was just a memory of the bowl of noodles they had when they were young.
It was difficult for many children to persuade them to eat a bowl of noodles, so they added an egg and fried it until it was fragrant. After all, it was more delicious than noodles. They reluctantly ate it, and maybe even peeled the egg yolk.
Now that he had grown up, his mother's fried eggs were so memorable in his memories.
Liu Changan placed two bowls of noodles with eggs in front of the third wife and Zhong Qing. There was no reason not to do business. Two bowls of noodles with fried eggs cost 24 yuan. Liu Changan took the payment code and scanned it for Zhong Qing.
Today, Liu Changan did not leave immediately after putting down the noodles. He moved a small stool and sat down. "Since there is no business now, please speak first. I'll be very busy later."
Liu Changan was very clear that there would be returning customers today. Business was even busier than yesterday. Famous chefs could make people go there out of admiration, but returning customers were more persuasive than diners who went there out of admiration.
"I'm just here to eat noodles." The third wife turned her head. Her fair neck was delicate and smooth. The most revealing part of a woman's age was as gentle and smooth as a young girl's.
Liu Changan looked at Zhong Qing. He didn't have any hope in this arrogant woman who came out of nowhere and didn't seem to be popular.
Zhong Qing was wearing a thin white shirt that was translucent in summer. Underneath the white lace necklace around her neck, she was wearing an off-the-shoulder bra. She glanced at the Third Madam with a brief look of doubt in her eyes. She then took out a photo from her bag and handed it to Liu Changan.
The photo was an old black and white photo, and it looked very old. Other than Liu Changan, it was probably older than the people around, and older than the buildings in the area. After the fire, the newly built County Sand City did not have many buildings that were as old as this photo.
People in that era did not have as many patterns or liveliness as now. They would eventually face it seriously, often revealing a person's true spirit.
It was a very simple and traditional pose. The young man sat upright with his hands on his knees. Beside him stood a woman in a dress and a white top hat.
"Please pass this photo to Mr. Ye," Zhong Qing said.
"Mr. Ye?" Liu Changan was also a little puzzled.
The third madam turned around with the same puzzlement in her eyes. "Ye Chenyu."
Liu Changan nodded to show that he understood. What he was puzzled about was that normally, he would address him as "Old Mr. Ye".
Liu Changan casually picked up the photo and placed it in the cash box at the breakfast stall. He saw a poem written on the back of the photo.
The final wind is violent, I laugh, the wind waves laugh at me, the heart is mourning.
The final wind is hazy, I am willing to come, don't go, don't come, I think slowly.
The final wind is strong, there will be wind soon, I can't sleep, I wish to speak then I will.
The wind is dark, the wind is thunder, I can't sleep, I wish to speak then I will.
This was "Wind of Wind, Final Wind." It was about a man who was romantic. Facing such a man, the woman's various worries, sorrow, anticipation, sorrow, and lingering feelings.
The photo was well preserved, and it seemed to have been taken out of a safe or a sealed place recently. The handwriting looked old, and the elegant handwriting was naturally the handwriting of a woman.
The photo was more intuitive and easier to recall, but the words had a stronger appeal. Liu Changan picked up the photo again and placed it in a picture book. Zhou Dongdong would sometimes accompany her mother to the stall, and her book would be placed here.
He turned his head, but the Third Madam and Zhongqing had already left.
Zhongqing didn't eat. It wasn't that she regretted the twenty-four yuan, it was just that it was really delicious. It was fine even if she didn't eat breakfast, but now she felt a little hungry.
"Madam …"
Zhongqing turned her head and saw the Third Madam sitting at the edge of the carriage, leaning close to the window. Her face was pressed against the glass, and her whole body was soft and powerless. It was like a person hiding in a shell, and suddenly the strongest shell was taken away, revealing the weakness inside.
A line of water flowed down the glass, and the clean window made the water look crystal clear, flowing with sadness under the slanting sunlight.
There were tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Madam, what happened?" Zhongqing was very flustered. She had never seen the Third Madam like this. In her eyes, the Third Madam was proud and powerful, and could do anything without fear, but that definitely didn't include tears.
Zhongqing even suspected that the Third Madam wouldn't have much emotional fluctuations even if her loved ones died in front of her. Zhongqing never thought that the Third Madam would cry.
"There's sand in it."
The Third Madam used the most meaningless excuse, but Zhongqing didn't dare to ask more.
"Do you think that the more outstanding a man is, the more fickle he is?" The Third Madam turned her head to look at Zhongqing.
Her eyes were moist, not like sand, but like the mouth of a newly opened spring, clear and bright.
Was the Third Madam talking about Old Master Ye Chenyu? Zhongqing knew some things. This old man was handsome and elegant in the past, and was the dream of many young ladies of the Republic of China. Was the Third Madam feeling sentimental for the Old Madam? And then thinking about her own marriage and fate? Zhongqing hadn't heard of how dissolute the Third Young Master was, and he had passed away in a car accident many years ago. She didn't see the Third Madam sad either, so it was difficult for Zhongqing to understand her sentiments at this time.
"No matter what, men are all fickle, right?" Zhongqing said uncertainly. She had seen many fickle men, but she didn't know if there were any who weren't fickle. After all, many men couldn't tell on the surface whether they were fickle or not. They either didn't know, or didn't have the chance. Zhongqing didn't care.
"I thought of something."
"What is it?"
"When you're tired of seeing the seductive beauty, I'll accompany you for a long time."
Zhongqing carefully looked at the Third Madam's expression. "But how will I get tired of seeing it?"
"Yes, a long time is boring, and the seductive beauty is more exciting." The Third Madam sneered. The Third Madam sneered, "Women are still too naive. Men are never tired of the foxes outside. They have all kinds of tricks up their sleeves. At worst, they'll just change to another one after a while. The one at home has long been forgotten. Even if they occasionally think of coming back to take a look, it's just a whim. It's ridiculous for a woman to think that he'll change his mind and live a long life with you."
"Probably," Zhongqing said uncertainly.
"But … but I still want to see him."
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