Fried eggs must be fried over high heat, the key is to use lard, the fried eggs will have tender and soft white under the shallow crisp, soft syrup yellow, a lot of powder to add eggs, not so much fried eggs, fried oily and bitter, bad people's appetite.

Many people are accustomed to adding an omelette, and often only pursue the memory of the bowl of noodles in their childhood impressions.

Many children have difficulty persuading him to eat a bowl of noodles, so they add an egg, fried fragrant, after all, it is better than noodles, and they are barely eaten, maybe they have to peel off the yolk.

When I grew up, my mother's fried eggs are in my memory, but they are such a taste that people want to remember.

Liu Changan put two bowls of powder with eggs in front of the third wife and Zhong Qing, there is no reason not to do business, two bowls of powder with fried eggs twenty-four yuan, Liu Changan took the payment code and swept it for Zhong Qing.

Today, Liu Changan didn't walk away immediately after putting down the powder, and moved a small bench to sit down, "While there is no business now, the two of you have something or something to say, let's talk about it first, I'm very busy for a while." ”

Liu Changan knows very well that there must be repeat customers today, business is busier than yesterday, celebrity chefs can make people go, but repeat customers are more convincing than diners who go to visit.

"I'm just here for a noodle. The third lady turned her head, her fair neck was delicate and wrinkle-free, and the place where women were most likely to expose their age was still as warm and smooth as a girl.

Liu Changan looked at Zhong Qing, he didn't expect this arrogant woman who didn't know where to come from.

Zhong Qing was wearing a thin white shirt that was transparent in summer, and she could see the white carved lace collar around her neck with an off-the-shoulder underwear, she glanced at the third empress dowager, there was some confusion in her eyes, and then took out a photo from her bag and handed it to Liu Changan.

The photo is an old black and white photo, very old, except for Liu Changan, probably older than the people around here, older than the buildings in this area, the newly built Junsha City after the fire, there are not many old buildings comparable to this photo in the years.

At that time, people took pictures, not as many tricks as they do now, nor so lively, after all, they would face some seriously, often revealing a person's true spirit.

In a simple and traditional position, a young man sits upright with his hands on his knees, and next to him stands a woman in a long dress and a white top hat.

"Please forward this photo to Mr. Ye. Zhong Qing said.

"Mr. Ye?" Liu Changan was also a little puzzled.

The third lady turned her head, and there was also some doubt in her eyes, "Ye Chenyu." ”

Liu Changan nodded to show that he understood, all he was puzzled about was that, normally, he would call "Mr. Ye".

Liu Changan picked up the photo casually, put it in the cash box of the breakfast stall, and saw a poem written on the back of the photo.

In the end, the wind is stormy, Gu I is smiling, smiling and laughing, and the center is mourning.

The wind is finally hazy, Hui Ran is willing to come, don't come, I think.

The end of the wind and the dawn, the day will not come, the words will not sleep, and the words will be boiled.

Knowing its yin, its thunder, not sleeping, willing to say it.

This is "The Wind and the Final Wind", which is about a man's amorous feelings, in the face of such a man, the woman's various thoughts, sorrows, expectations, sorrows, and lingering.

The photo is very well preserved, it seems that it has only been taken out of the safe or sealed place in recent days, and the handwriting looks like it is old and old, and the handwriting is naturally from the woman's hand.

Photos are more intuitive, easier to wake up memory, but words have a stronger appeal, Liu Changan picked up the photo again, and sandwiched it in a picture book, Zhou Dongdong sometimes accompanies his mother out of the stall, and her book will be placed here.

Turning his head, the third wife and Zhong Qing had already left.

I didn't eat the powder, Zhong Qing didn't pity the twenty-four yuan, but it was really delicious, and it was okay if I didn't eat breakfast on weekdays, but now I feel a little hungry.

"Mrs. ......"

Zhong Qing turned his head, but saw the third wife sitting on the edge of the carriage, close to the window, her cheek against the window glass, the whole person was soft and weak, as if a person hiding in the shell was suddenly taken away from the strongest shell, revealing the fragility inside.

A line of water flowed down the glass, and the clean windows made the water appear crystal clear, flowing with sorrow in the slanting sunlight.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Madam, what's wrong?" Zhong Qing was very flustered, she had never seen such a third wife, in her eyes, the third wife, proud and powerful, could do anything unscrupulously, but it definitely did not include tears.

Zhong Qing even suspected that for the third wife, even if her loved ones died in front of her, she might not have many emotional ups and downs, Zhong Qing never thought that the third wife would shed tears.

"Into the sand. ”

The third lady used the most meaningless excuse, but Zhong Qing didn't dare to ask more.

"You say, isn't it true that the more amazing a man, the more attentive he is?" the third lady turned her head to look at Zhong Qing.

Her eyes were moist, not like sand, but like a newly opened spring, clear and bright.

What the third lady is talking about is that old gentleman Ye Chenyu? Zhong Qing knows some things, this old gentleman was suave and suave back then, how many people are in the deep boudoir dream of the eldest lady of the Republic of China, and the third lady is feeling for the old lady? And then thinking of her own marriage and fate? I have never heard of how the third young master was romantic back then, and he has been in a car accident for many years, and he has not seen how sad the third lady is, and how much Zhong Qing feels at this time is difficult for Zhong Qing to understand.

"No matter what, men are all flowers. Zhong Qing said uncertainly, she has seen a lot of men who are attentive, but she doesn't know if there are any men who don't care, after all, many men don't care about it, they can't see it on the surface, either they don't know, or they don't have a chance, and Zhong Qing doesn't care.

"I remembered a sentence. ”

"What?"

"When you get tired of seeing the enchanting and charming, I will accompany you for a long time. ”

Zhong Qing looked at the third wife's expression cautiously, "It's just that you can't get tired of it?"

"Yes, the long stream of water is boring after all, and the enchanting scenery is even more exciting. The third lady sneered, "Women's ideas are too naïve after all, men, they never get tired of the foxes outside, they have tricks, it's a big deal to change one after a while, for the one at home has long been left behind, even if you accidentally want to come back and look at it, it's just a whim, it's just a whim, it's too ridiculous for a woman to think that he will change his mind, and live a long life with you." ”

"Probably so. Zhong Qing said uncertainly.

"Yes...... But I still want to meet him. ”

The third lady raised her hands and covered her face.