Different from the hustle and bustle of those big cities, this small Phoenix town has a very comfortable and tranquil beauty at night.

This is especially true of the Old Town.

Retro streets, retro buildings, bluestone paved pavement, and old locust trees that look old are planted on both sides of the road. The red palace lanterns with hollow patterns are reflected among the branches and leaves, exuding a soft light, giving this street a little more quaint and far-reaching taste.

Mu Zhengyao put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly in the shade of the tree.

His tall and straight figure and handsome appearance were so conspicuous that the girls who passed by him couldn't help but look back a few more times, and the slightly bold ones stopped and whispered to their companions, whispering something like "this man is so handsome".

Mu Zhengyao never squinted when he walked, and automatically blocked and ignored the gaze and sight of these people, until he got off the arched bridge and walked to a certain place on North Street.

Across the street, on the dark brown wooden plaque, the three black lacquered characters of the Nishang Pavilion made his heart feel like a pinprick, and an indescribable pain quickly struck his limbs.

Under the plaque, the rolling door is closed, and only a street lamp emits a faint light, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone slab floor in front of the store.

Thinking of what Su Wu said when he refused to invite her to dinner today, Mu Zhengyao knew in his heart that it was just her excuse.

But at this time, I still felt that my chest felt like something had been dug up, and it was uncomfortable to be empty.

Mu Zhengyao stood quietly in place, looking at the small store for a long time, before turning around and walking into a fast food restaurant behind him.

He knew that Su Wu was a regular customer of this restaurant, and he basically bought his lunch from here every day.

One is because this restaurant is directly opposite her small shop, just across the road, which is relatively close.

The second reason is that the food in this restaurant tastes good, the amount is large, and the price is affordable.

Business in the store is not bad, and there are several tables of people eating in the hall. Mu Zhengyao sat down at a table by the window, and soon a waiter came forward to deliver the menu.

It was a young girl with a long ponytail tied back her head, and she looked as innocent as a student.

After she saw Mu Zhengyao's appearance clearly, she immediately blushed, and she couldn't even say anything: "Please...... How many gentlemen are there? Craving something to eat? ”

Mu Zhengyao didn't answer the menu, his hands folded on his knees, but his eyes looked at the Nishang Pavilion opposite through the glass window, and his voice was faint: "I'm alone, I can do anything." ”

The little girl was stunned, obviously embarrassed. How can a guest eat and say anything is fine?

But her reaction was quite quick, and she quickly said: "Then I will bring you two kinds of specialties in our store, one meat and one vegetable, sir, can you see it?" ”

"Okay."

"Do you have anything to taboo?" The little girl asked again.

"Nope."

His eyes kept looking out the window, and the indifferent voice seemed to come from the other side of the sky.

The little girl seemed to be puzzled, and followed Mu Zhengyao's gaze to look out the window, where there was nothing except a dim street lamp and an old locust tree swaying in the wind!

She withdrew her gaze, said a little wait, and retreated with a red face.

The dish was quickly served, one braised beef, one scrambled eggs, and one bowl of white rice.

The braised beef is fragrant, and the white rice is crystal clear and full of grains. The eggs are also tender and yellow in color, neither old nor tender, and the heat is just right.

The faint scent of eggs mixed with an indescribable taste wafted into his mouth and nose. It is clear that there is something else added to the egg.

Maybe he kept staring at the plate of scrambled eggs, and the little girl who served the dish quickly explained: "Sir, this dish is a local dish we have here, called toon scrambled eggs." Because this dish has a strong seasonality, it is not usually eaten. It's the time for the toon tree to sprout......"

Next, what the little girl said, Mu Zhengyao didn't hear it at all.

He only knew that when he heard that this dish was called toon scrambled eggs, his heart trembled heavily, and a long-lost image suddenly broke into his mind, accompanied by a tingling pain in his chest, everything was so unprepared.

In the kitchen, the girl in the apron was busy, her long hair was coiled back with a pencil, and she turned her head from time to time and smiled at him.

He lowered his head and pretended to be reading, but he was laughing at her in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to cooking!

In the end, I found that I had watched it for a long time, but I didn't even read half a word.

He smiled wryly, put the book down, and sat there quietly, watching her busy in the kitchen from a distance.

The fragrance soon came, and the girl brought two plates of fragrant dishes to the table, and shouted at him, "Zhengyao! Let's eat! ”

He walked over, sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started. He was obviously a little hungry and ate a lot, but he ate very gently.

The girl also pulled a chair, sat down opposite him, leaned on the table and looked straight at him eating, and asked with an intoxicated face, "Is it delicious?" ”

He nodded: "It's okay." ”

The girl smiled: "You said you could do whatever I did, so do you have anything you don't eat?" ”

"I'm not a picky eater."

"That's right......" The girl was obviously not satisfied with this answer, but she slowly rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "That...... Do you eat stinky tofu too? ”

He stopped his chopsticks, frowned slightly, looked at the girl opposite, and said in a very solemn tone: "Except for stinky tofu!" ”

The girl seemed to have guessed this, and laughed with a "poof", and both eyes that only smiled were bent into crescents.

After laughing for a while, she sat down beside him around the table, leaned forward vigorously, raised a little face and whispered in his ear, "Tell you secretly, I'm not a picky eater." After speaking, he winked at him a few times, and said, "It's good to feed." ”

The girl said an ordinary word, but he could hear the sound outside the strings.

She said she was good at feeding......

His eyes were full of smiles, but his expression was pretended to be serious: "You are a little girl, do you know how to be shy?" ”

The girl was puzzled, thinking that he didn't believe it, so she immediately put down her chopsticks and raised three fingers to assure: "What I said is true!" When I was a kid, I even ate leaves. ”

Hearing this, he stuck a mouthful of rice in his throat, coughed a few times, and hurriedly sent it down with soup.

It turned out that he was not ashamed, and it was he who thought complicated.

The girl told him to eat more slowly, and continued to chatter: "Of course, the leaves I am talking about are not the leaves of locust trees and poplars, but the leaves of toon trees. "When I was a child, I lived with a lot of these trees, and in the spring, when the toon trees sprouted, I picked the green leaves, chopped them and scrambled eggs, and they were delicious." ”

To this day, he remembered the look on her face when she said this. She also said that when the toon tree sprouts next spring, she will make it for him to eat, so that he can also taste the delicious taste of the world when she was a child.

But then, he never waited for this day......

Mu Zhengyao's eyes were sour, he picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of eggs and put them in his mouth, chewing carefully and carefully.

In addition to the smell of eggs, there was also the bitter taste of leaves, and there was another strange taste that he couldn't speak.

Chewing and chewing, Mu Zhengyao's eyes became more and more red, and something hot and humid in his eyes had begun to spread gradually, and he couldn't control it.

He immediately put down his chopsticks, looked up at the sky, and forced the trace of wetness back.

It was a long time before I heard him say in a very low, soft voice, "You liar...... What if you're a picky eater? What if it's not enough to feed? I can afford to raise you......"