The couple are from the countryside of this county, their home is in the mountains, and they have two daughters. The husband and wife work during the day and set up roadside stalls at night, and the money they earn is remitted back to their hometown to support the elderly and children in addition to keeping some daily living expenses. The couple is more practical in life, so they usually have a good business.

Chu Qiankun and his classmates often come to this stall to drink and eat skewers, and they are very familiar with Brother Wang and his wife. When he arrived, the booth was already full and there were no empty seats.

However, Chu Qiankun didn't want to change places, so he walked straight to the boss who was working hard to fry rice, and greeted: "Brother Wang, bring me an egg fried rice, and the egg will be doubled." Then he turned to the proprietress who was busy grilling skewers and said, "Sister Li, roast me 10 skewers of beef, 10 skewers of mutton, it should be spicy." ”

"Brother Chu is here, wait a minute, it will be fine right away. The boss responded enthusiastically while wiping the sweat with the towel around his neck, and kept moving his hands, stir-frying the egg fried rice in the pot neatly.

Sister Li looked at the stall full of guests, and said to Chu Qiankun, "There is no place now, do you have to wait?"

"It's okay, you hurry up and bake it for me, I'm standing up, I haven't eaten dinner, I'm a little hungry. "He hasn't eaten on time since the morning today, and he didn't eat lunch until after 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't eat dinner, and now he is hungry.

"Then I'll get you someone else's skewer first, let's pad it first. ”

"No, that's embarrassing. Chu Qiankun rejected Sister Li's kindness. He knows that people who are hungry will either eat at one time, or simply carry the hunger, or they will feel even hungrier if they can't eat.

Most of the people who come here to eat are young people, some of them are three or five friends eating and drinking together, and some of them are men and women in love, leaning together softly, whispering, and playing a few times from time to time, with a happy face.

Watching the boss keep turning over the spatula, the golden rice grains tumbling in the pot, and smelling the unique fragrance of eggs, meat foam and green onions mixed together, Chu Qiankun remembered a song by Harlem "Egg Fried Rice", which was really appropriate.

Hey egg fried rice is the easiest and the most difficult

The rice should be separated from the grains and dipped in eggs

Hey egg fried rice is the easiest and the most difficult

The iron pot can't be turned over fast enough, and the signboard is guaranteed to be smashed

……

Matching the boss's movements, Chu Qiankun couldn't help but sing.

"What is Xiao Chu muttering, is your brother Wang's rice fried today not delicious?" handed the fried rice to Chu Qiankun, seeing that he was eating, and Chu Qiankun, who was still humming a song in his mouth, the boss asked curiously.

"Where? Brother Wang's egg fried rice, who dares to say that it is not delicious? The taste is always first-class. Stuffed a mouthful full of fried rice, Chu Qiankun said sincerely.

"Then what song are you singing, so much food can't stuff your mouth. ”

After a few bites of rice, Chu Qiankun continued: "It's a song that Harlem released last year, called "Egg Fried Rice", this is not Brother Wang's egg fried rice is too delicious, I feel something, and I can't help but sing it." ”

"Listen, hey, egg fried rice, the easiest and most difficult, the rice has to be separated, and it has to be stained with eggs...... Hey, egg fried rice, the easiest and most difficult, the iron pot can't turn over fast enough, guaranteed to smash the signboard......"

Singing and singing, the guests at the table on the side were all attracted, and one of them shouted at Chu Qiankun: "Brother, this song is good. Listening to this song and eating the boss's egg fried rice, I feel that this rice is more fragrant. ”

"Yes, this song has a good rhythm, it's just an advertising slogan written for Brother Wang's egg fried rice. ”

"Yo, don't say it, this song is quite suitable for advertising my egg fried rice, such a delicious egg fried rice is not something that anyone can fry. The boss also boasted about it.

"Okay, this boast doesn't show a trace, Brother Wang, I can't see it, you are very talented. Chu Qiankun teased.

"Haha......" Several people retracted their gaze with a smile and continued to brag and go to the mountain.

"Hey, Xiao Chu, you say, if I scrambled eggs and fried rice while playing songs, would business be better!"

Opening his mouth in surprise, Chu Qiankun said in shock: "The master is in the people, if anyone says that Brother Wang is not a master hidden in the world, I am in a hurry with him." ”

It would not be strange if this idea was placed in later generations, but at this point in time, it was said by this man who had lived in the countryside all his life and had never walked out of the county, which shocked him.

"Good idea, Brother Wang, in this way, when I find a time, I will record the song into the hand-held speaker, you can just put it on the stall, although the sound quality is poor, but the effect will not be bad." ”

"Okay, okay, then thank you, I invited you for this meal today, and it should be your singing fee. ”

"Haha, then it's such a happy decision!" Chu Qiankun stretched out his right hand and slapped the boss in the air.

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Chu Qiankun left hand mutton skewers, right hand beef skewers, while walking, eating, walking, unconsciously came to the lake, standing on the steps he had stood on in the early hours of this morning, looking at the same lakeview street lamp.

Without too many thoughts, he threw the bamboo skewers that had eaten up the skewers into the trash can on the side, clapped his hands and said to himself: "The wind is blowing!"

Go home and sleep. "His wind is coming.

The young body is good, the strong body does not have the sub-healthy state in the previous life, there is no dream all night, and Chu who has slept well

Qiankun was resurrected with full blood.

The full name of Shanshui No. 1 Middle School, where Chu Qiankun went to school, is "Shanshui County No. 1 Key Middle School". It is an ordinary high school with a history of more than 40 years, and it has a long history for Shanshui City, which has only been built for more than 40 years.

The school is divided into two parts: general middle school and vocational high school, with students from all over the county, near day school and distant residential school, with more than 1,500 students. Shanshui No. 1 Middle School is also quite famous in the province, and every year there are students who are admitted to Mizuki University and Beidu University.

I remember that in 2018, there was also a Shanzhong Technology Company named after Shanshui No. 1 Middle School listed on the Huaxia Stock Market.

According to public information, half of the middle and senior managers in this company are students who graduated from Shanshui No. 1 Middle School. This is very powerful, generally like this, in a company, from the same school's workplace elite faction, only key universities will happen, but a high school in an eighth-tier city also has such results, which is enough to show that Shanshui No. 1 Middle School has a good heritage.

Chu Qiankun came very early today, of course, this is relative to him. When he entered the classroom, half of the students in the class were already studying in the morning, most of them were good students with high grades, and the rest were students with average grades but still working hard and diligently.

Carrying the backpack from yesterday, he walked to the seat in his memory, and there were still three empty seats on the side, and pouted at the empty seat: "These three guys are still the same." ”

Chu Qiankun knew that his three brothers at the same table, in the back seat and in the back seat, would not enter the classroom until the last second when the class bell rang, so where are they secretly smoking morning cigarettes now?

I took out a book, turned a page at random, and pretended to read, but my eyes kept looking around. Looking at the immature faces, the straight sitting posture, and the strange and familiar old classmates who were concentrating on reading at the moment, Chu Qiankun felt that it was good to be young.

The wandering eyes are fixed on a back, Ouyang Duxue, the class leader of the third (1) class of high school, the popular goddess of No. 1 Middle School, has good academic performance, beautiful people, and is the focus anytime and anywhere.

Chu Qiankun stared at Ouyang Duxue's back, his eyes were dilated and motionless, but he was thinking about everything about her in his heart.

Ouyang Duxue was not a local, Chu Qiankun never knew where she was from, why did she suddenly come to Shanshui No. 1 Middle School to study? He clearly remembered the scene when Ouyang Duxue first came to the third (1) class of high school.

It was the beginning of the sophomore year of high school, and the liberal arts and sciences in the grade had just been divided into classes, and he was adjusted from the second class to the first class of the liberal arts class.

On the morning of the first day of the new semester, the first period was the Chinese class of the head teacher Wu Qingai. After the class bell rang, Wu Ban, who had always been murderous, walked into the classroom with a smile on his face, standing on the podium but not starting the lecture immediately.

After clapping her palms vigorously with both hands, attracting the attention of the whole class or surprised her smiles, or burying her head in reading, she said: "Students, today I will introduce you to a new classmate, a female classmate who has just transferred to another school, everyone is welcome!" As soon as the words fell, more than 50 students in the class turned their heads to look at the front door of the classroom.