At night, the city of Nanjing, the lights are bright, the overpass is congested, and the cars are one after another, looking like a glowing long dragon winding and circling from a distance.

Du Mei leaned her head weakly against the car window, and the new column "Jinling Scenery", which she worked on for a few nights, was criticized by producer Yin Shu for being incomplete. Du Mei's face stiffened, and Yin Shu agreed to give her two more weekends to revise, if she was not satisfied, she could only send Du Mei's plan to the shredder.

The taxi squirmed slowly in the colorful traffic, Shuiximen Street finally arrived, all kinds of duck marinade fragrance wafted one after another, and Du Mei, who had no love for life, was excited by this fragrance, as if alive again.

There were still two stops to go from Du May's dwelling, and at this speed of the turtle, walking faster than riding in a car, she decisively asked the driver to pull over.

Du Mei, who got out of the car, took a deep breath, overtime on Friday was already miserable, and the content of overtime was scolded by the top boss, and everyone was desperate.

Most of the shops on the street are crowded with braised duck or duck-related food, and there are diners in front of every house.

Nanjing has always had the custom of not having a banquet without duck, whether it is a banquet in a high-end restaurant, or an addition to your own small table, or a game of chasing dramas, duck lo-mei is an indispensable choice. And the most authentic duck flavor has to be counted in the area of this water west gate.

Du Mei went to college in Nanjing for four years, fell in love with these delicacies, and in order to love food and a city, she gave full play to the essence of a foodie.

At this moment, for Du Mei, who has been single for 26 years, what could be more soothing to her wounded heart than her beloved food?

Du Mei knows this street well, she knows which store has spicy duck neck but not choking, which duck liver is moist but not firewood, and which duck intestine is crispy and fragrant.

Du Mei bought it all the way, and she already carried seven or eight bags in her hand, and it just so happened that the duck fat shortbread shop had newly baked salty and sweet baked cakes, duck fat mixed with sesame seeds, accompanied by the fragrance of green onion leaves or sugar, she couldn't help but buy two more each.

Along the way, he lowered his head to sort out various food bags, and Du Mei accidentally bumped into an outstretched arm.

Du Mei, who was startled, raised his eyes and saw that the owner of his arm was a young man, wearing a decent and structured suit, but his tie was crooked, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, he was leaning on the side of a luxury car in vain, his face was pale, his head was bowed, his brows were tightened, and one arm was pressed to his heart.

"Are you hypoglycemic?" Although Du Mei used a question sentence, it was in an affirmative tone.

The man was uncomfortable and didn't speak, just nodded.

"Here you go." Du Mei handed the sweet shortbread he had just bought to the man. Just do a good deed that day, I hope to bless the smooth passage of the plan on Monday.

The man was not polite, and took the shortbread and ate it slowly. Du Mei turned around and bought a glass of freshly squeezed juice, not forgetting to ask the clerk to add more sugar.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to eat on time, a good body is the capital to make money." Foodie Du Mei saw that the man slowly eased up, and couldn't help but want to enlighten him.

The man looked up at her and whispered thanks. Du Mei saw his appearance clearly at this time, with a wide forehead and high nose, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, as if containing a pool of ink. Let those who look at him inevitably sway their hearts and fall into it.

"You're welcome." Du Mei blushed and shook her hand, she was amazed.

"Men are actually born so good-looking, how can women live?" Du Mei calmed down, and scolded his stomach as he walked home.

In fact, Du Meichang has a slender figure, fair skin, and willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, but her parents gave her a small round face, not a snake spirit face from a mold that is popular at the moment.

Seeing that he had arrived at the community, Du Mei saw that the duck blood vermicelli soup shop across the road was still open, and walked over with three steps and two steps.

There were no more customers in the store, the tables, chairs and benches had been cleaned up, and the young man in a hip-hop sports top, as always, wore headphones and sat behind the counter.

When the young man saw Du Mei coming, he didn't make a sound, took off his headphones, raised his flawless face slightly, smiled with his neat and snow-white teeth, and the pear vortex on the left side was shallow.

While expertly scalding the vermicelli in a large pot, he scooped the thick duck soup into the bowl, as well as duck blood and bean fruit. Slowly sink the blanched vermicelli into a bowl, add duck liver, duck intestines, duck gizzard, sprinkle mustard, coriander, chopped green onion, pat in a little white pepper, and finally wrap the bag. The action is skillful and in one go.

Du Mei felt that just watching the movements of this handsome guy's slender fingers was a pleasing pleasure to the eye.

After scanning the WeChat payment and taking the bag, Du Mei smiled at the man and turned around to go out.

"Hey, let's add WeChat." The young man behind him suddenly spoke, as if he had plucked up a lot of courage.

"Okay." Du Mei readily agreed, and turned back with a smile.

Du Mei often thinks that this shop is magical, usually a middle-aged couple is busy in the morning, and no matter how late she comes back in the evening, she can buy a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup with plenty of soup in the hands of this young man. They rarely talk to each other, but there is a rare tacit understanding.

Climbing up to the home on the fifth floor, Du Mei looked at the duck blood vermicelli shop opposite from the window, which was already closed with a black rumbling. It's not the first time she's been the last eater, and it's no surprise.

After taking a shower, Du Mei turned on the computer, curled up in the single sofa, and looked up information on the Internet while eating food.

Time slipped away minute by minute, and at 12 o'clock in the night, Du Mei, who had been looking at the computer screen, had painful eyes. She simply turned off the computer and turned on her mobile phone Baidu to play it with voice.

"The lake chessboard... Suitable for duck growth... Duck eggs are nutritious... Duck cuisine is popular... Known as Jinling duck cuisine, it has a reputation in the world...... "a monotonous female voice without any emotional color, hovering low in the small dwelling, like a lullaby." Du Mei's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly closed.

The past is bustling with dreams......