The price of grass eggs after the year has risen to three or one piece, which is four cents higher than the unit price of the previous year.

The old man was reluctant to eat or sell, but left only thirty for the hens to hatch and use, and she salted the rest in a jar and sealed it with red mud, intending to give it to her son's family in the city.

When his son returned to his hometown a few months later, the old man stuffed a jar of pickled eggs into the trunk of his car.

"Mom, I went to the airport to pick up the boss's daughter in the afternoon, can I smell it? You know it's messing with me! Then he was going to remove the jar with clay sticking.

"I remember when you were a child, you liked to eat salted eggs the most, and this egg was pickled at the right time, and now it is not salty, and it will be salty if you wait." The old man lifted the jar again and stuffed it back steadily.

The sedan drove out of the country road to a sparsely populated corner, and the man got out of the car and opened the trunk, and as usual, threw the whole jar into the grass ditch on the side of the road. Hearing the crisp sound of "bang", the man was relieved to continue on his way.

Successfully picked up the boss's daughter, and everyone gathered at the hotel table.

The boss beckoned everyone to eat and drink, and when the wine was hot, the boss slowly told the secret that had been buried in his heart for many years: "When I was a child, I often couldn't eat enough, and when I was studying, I could only take salted beans to school. At lunchtime, if I see the salted eggs brought by others, the kind with oily yolks, not to mention how fragrant they are. The boss took a sip of tea, "It's rare to eat the authentic taste now." ”

The conversation changed, "I specially ordered a plate today, absolutely authentic!" Then, the boss pointed to a plate of salted eggs that the service staff had just served, "This is good, let's try it together." ”

As if they had received an order, they used their eyes and hands together, and the dishes bottomed out in an instant.

The man shuddered, and immediately relieved himself, and the chopsticks in his hand stretched straight to the last bit of golden salted eggs at the bottom of the plate, and put the shell into his mouth: "Boss, the eggs are so fragrant!" I salute you, do it first! ”

Then, the man walked out of the box under the pretext of an excuse and started making calls.

"Mom, the eggs are delicious, not salty or light......"

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