Su Xiaoxiao woke up naturally at six o'clock the next morning.

Pull out the tent and go out, and the sky is just dawning.

The image of last night came to her mind like a dream, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Yan Yimo felt movement around him in a daze, and reached out to touch Su Xiaoxiao's sleeping bag.

It's still steaming, and people aren't there.

Worried that she would not be safe alone, she also put on her coat and left the tent.

In the misty morning, the sound of birds chirping in the bushes and the crisp air with a thin layer of water vapor are particularly comfortable. Su Xiaoxiao stood not far from the tent and looked at the sky quietly, looking satisfied and a little reluctant.

“Oh I am so sorry。” A little boy of three or four years old giggled and went on a rampage and accidentally bumped into Su Xiaoxiao. His mother hurriedly came up and picked him up, saying apologetically.

“No worries。” Su Xiaoxiao smiled and waved her hand, and touched the child's tender face with the back of her fingers in a good mood.

When I turned around, I saw Yan Yimo.

Smiling at Yan Yimo, Su Xiaoxiao happily ran to him, "You're awake." ”

"Hmm." Yan Yimo's voice was a little nasal, "Do you want to stay a little longer?" ”

Su Xiaoxiao shook his head and walked towards the tent with his hands behind his back, "No, I want to save the best picture for last night." ”

touched his shriveled stomach and said embarrassedly, "Actually, Mr. Yi, I seem to be a little hungry." ”

Yan Yimo smiled and followed, and pulled the head of the balls that Su Xiaoxiao had coiled up at random, "Okay, then let's go have breakfast first." ”

It's a hassle to set up a tent, but it's easy to collect a tent.

A few brackets were drawn, and then folded casually twice before being put into the tent bag. Su Xiaoxiao helped roll up the sleeping bag and fold the blanket again. The two worked together, and it didn't take long for them to clean up.

See you next time, Torrance Barrens. Su Xiaoxiao said silently in her heart, followed behind Yan Yimo with satisfaction, and got into the car first.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Yimo received the tent into the trunk, put the blanket in the back seat, and finally sat down in the seat and drank the mineral water handed by Su Xiaoxiao.

"Well, let me think about it." Su Xiaoxiao really thought about it seriously for a while, and looked at the clock on the car, "It's half past seven, and we're almost nine o'clock in Toronto, and Brunch definitely hasn't opened the door." There should only be Chinese food. Otherwise, let's go find a shop and drink porridge, I want to eat something warm. ”

"Okay, then I'll take you to one of my late-night cafeterias. You should be able to catch up in a while. ”

There was pop music that Su Xiaoxiao liked in the car, and the two chatted while driving, and it was exactly ten o'clock when they arrived.

Yan Yimo took Su Xiaoxiao's hand, walked through a small alley familiarly, and came to the front of the store.

The front of the store is unobtrusive, and the décor is simple. It is a simple layer of white paint on the bricks, and you can faintly see the orange-brown color of the wall tiles through the paint.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the strong aroma of porridge, with a faint aroma of vegetables. The boss heard the sound of wind chimes on the door, rubbed his hands on his apron, and walked out of the kitchen.

There aren't many customers at this point. I went back to bed early for supper, and I was just stuck between breakfast and lunch.

Seeing that it was Yan Yimo, he greeted with a smile, "It's you!" It's been a long time, and I thought you had forgotten about my little shop. ”

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao beside him, his mouth opened even more, "No wonder, it's about girlfriends." Come on, find a seat for yourself, I'll invite you today. ”

Yan Yimo agreed with a smile, Su Xiaoxiao saw that the boss was so enthusiastic, and her heart was warm, and asked Yan Yimo, "Do you come often?" ”

"Well, their porridge is delicious."

Yan Yimo didn't adapt to it when he first came to Toronto, and he often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. When a person is bored, he drives around in a car. Generally, restaurants close at 10 o'clock in the evening, and only this porridge shop is closed until night.

The owner is Cantonese and specializes in supper business. Open from 12 p.m. to 12 p.m. Business is doing great. Many customers come in the middle of the night just to eat this bite.

Because it was a late-night snack business, he also met a lot of all kinds of people. Each guest has a story to tell, and there seem to be some unknown scars behind the glossy.

Only Yan Yimo, who looks like a clean student, but always comes to eat alone, and never brings friends. Unlike boys of the same age, who are giggling, they are either in love or playing games in their minds every day.

The boss was curious at first, and the two of them became acquainted with each other. When there are few guests, he will chat with Yan Yimo, but he never asks about personal matters.

"Come on~" The boss personally served two portions of porridge.

"It's yours, raw fish fillet porridge."

"And yours, the same old way, boat porridge."

Su Xiaoxiao smiled and thanked him, smelling the aroma and couldn't help but praise, "It's so fragrant." ”

Each porridge was boiled separately in a casserole, and it was still bubbling with small bubbles. Su Xiaoxiao scooped up a spoonful, put it to her lips and blew it lightly a few times, and put it in her mouth.

The fillet itself is fresh and smooth, because it has been stewed for a while, and it melts in the mouth. Paired with a little coriander flowers and boiled porridge, the fresh Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, "Boss, what you make is really delicious." ”

The boss wiped his hands with a white towel on the back of his hand, sat down next to Yan Yimo, and said proudly, "It's not modest at all, our porridge is definitely the freshest ingredients and the most carefully stewed in Toronto." These seafood are all imported from the fish market early in the morning, and we don't want them if they are not fresh. ”

Seeing Yan Yimo and Su Xiaoxiao eating one bite after another, they felt a special sense of accomplishment in their hearts, and suddenly remembered the past, "Generally, the guests who come to my house eat well." Don't say it, I met it once, and the man didn't move, sat down for a while and left. ”

"Huh?" Su Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in surprise, "It's so delicious, that person didn't eat a bite?" ”

"yes." The boss glanced at Yan Yimo, "Tell me, what happened to you at that time." A person who comes to our house in the middle of the night to relieve his sorrows hurts my self-esteem as a boss. ”

At this time, a few new customers came to the store, and Yan Yimo hurriedly urged the boss, "Oh, someone is coming, and I have to wait for someone to wait if I don't go to someone's house." ”

The boss reluctantly moved his buttocks, and just chatted about it, and wanted to say a few more words.

After the boss left, Su Xiaoxiao smiled evilly and quipped, "Mr. Yi, you are still depressed alone." Did you quarrel with your girlfriend and come here alone and be sad? ”

Seeing that Su Xiaoxiao's stomach was bad, Yan Yimo knocked on her head, "Eat it while it's hot." ”

"Oh." Su Xiaoxiao pouted and continued to drink porridge in small sips.

In fact, that day was Su Xiaoxiao's birthday, her first birthday after Yan Yimo came to Canada.

In previous years, on Su Xiaoxiao's birthday, as soon as she woke up and asked her parents for a birthday gift, she would run to Yan Yimo's house and then ask him for a gift. Yan's mother would also bake a small cake for her on her birthday.

I also prepared a birthday present for her this year, but I couldn't give it to her.

Seeing that the domestic time was pointing to 12 noon, Yan Yimo really couldn't sleep, so he wanted to come out and relax.

I asked for a boat porridge, but I saw that I could usually eat a whole portion of porridge, but I didn't have an appetite at all, so I stayed for a while and went back.

That year, Yan Yimo was 17 years old.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao, who was sitting opposite and eating, Yan Yimo pursed his lips and smiled.

I put another spoonful of porridge in my mouth and tasted it carefully.

After the two finished eating, they saw that the boss was still busy and didn't bother him.

Leave the money on the table and leave.

"Xiaoxiao?"

"Huh?" Su Xiaoxiao just stretched his waist and looked sideways at Yan Yimo.

"Go home?"

"Okay."

Yan Yimo took Su Xiaoxiao's hand and walked out of the alley, looking at each other and smiling.

The alleys that carry the memories of one person are filled with sweetness that belongs to the two of them.