Zeng Zhiwen and his wife are the backbone of the unit, they get up early every day and work at night, and as soon as Zhang Yulan's lactation period ended, Zeng Xiangyang was sent to the hospital's internal staff nursery.

The nursery school, as the name suggests, is a place to take care of young children, and 15 children like Zeng Xiangyang make up the members of this nursery school. At that time, there was no kindergarten, and the nursery school was a place where everyone lived and studied together before entering elementary school.

"What's the best food in the world?" Someone asked Zeng Xiangyang after becoming famous

Zeng Xiangyang, who was 36 years old at the time, replied without thinking: "The egg soup I drank in the nursery!"

The deepest impression that Zeng Xiangyang had in the years of life in the nursery school was hunger, and the biggest skill he learned was to eat fast, and to eat more when he ate fast, so that he could starve less than others, or that he would be hungry for a shorter time.

At that time, rationing, agricultural and sideline products were extremely scarce, and hunger was common, and the same was true for nurseries.

The children had breakfast at home in the morning, and were sent to the nursery by their parents (the older children came by themselves), and lunch will be eaten in the nursery, when everyone is growing up, the porridge eaten at home in the morning (note: porridge is the name of Xinjiang people for gruel) and a few steamed buns have already been digested, and everyone is waiting for this lunch.

Two aunts from the nursery school walked into the activity room and cafeteria with a bucket of egg soup that had just come out of the pot, and another aunt followed behind with two baskets of steamed buns.

Zeng Xiangyang and his friends had been honestly sitting at a small square table for four people, waiting for the aunts to share their meals.

"The first group is here to make soup!" Aunt Zhang, who was holding the spoon, shouted.

The first group of five people lined up with soup bowls and walked towards Aunt Zhang, beat a bowl of egg soup one by one, and took half a steamed bun from Aunt Zhao, who was in charge of distributing steamed buns next to her, returned to her table, and ate it with relish.

Zeng Xiangyang was the third group, which was the last group, he smelled the fragrance of egg soup coming from the side, stared at the steamed buns in their mouths, swallowed a few times, and finally it was the turn of the third group.

Zeng Xiangyang happily held the soup bowl, lined up to eat, the third group of 6 people, he ranked third, after hitting the soup, he got half a hot steamed bun, sitting at the small table for a few seconds, Zeng Xiangyang ate the half of the steamed bun, the soup only drank a few words, the other children because of the steamed bun out of the cage, too hot, they only ate a little, Zeng Xiangyang immediately came to Aunt Zhao, and said with a flattering smile: "Aunt Zhao, I didn't eat breakfast today, I'm too hungry, can you give me another half of the steamed bun?" After hearing this, Aunt Zhao touched Zeng Xiangyang's head lovingly and handed him half of the steamed bun.

Zeng Xiangyang held half a steamed bun and returned to the small table like a certificate, he sat down, carefully broke half a steamed bun into six pieces, and then dipped the steamed bun in the soup and ate it, he ate very slowly, really chewing slowly. At this time, what he didn't know was that there was a pair of eyes staring at him next to him, until he saw him drink the soup at all, this person was Sun Dajun, because he was tall and strong, so he was nicknamed Da Zhuang, he was the boss of the children in the nursery, he had been observing Zeng Xiangyang for three days, in order to know why Zeng Xiangyang could eat the steamed buns so hot, and he received half a steamed bun more than everyone else.

After eating, everyone walked into the lounge next door to take a nap, Da Zhuang followed Zeng Xiangyang closely, he hid next to a bunk bed close to Zeng Xiangyang, saw Zeng Xiangyang climb on his top bun, carefully took out half a steamed bun from his arms, and quickly hid it under the pillow.

"Good boy, steal steamed buns! Da Zhuang rushed over, took three steps and made two steps, climbed on Zeng Xiangyang's top bunk, lifted his pillow, grabbed the steamed bun lying below in his hand, and showed it loudly to everyone, as if a general who had won a battle was showing off a trophy.

Zeng Xiangyang looked at the steamed bun in Da Zhuang's hand, his eyes were full of tears, he gritted his teeth, held back his tears, silently got off the bunk, walked out of the lounge, and came to the outdoor toilet, in which he finally cried, that year, he was 4 years old!