Haven't you had dinner yet?

Do you think this place is a restaurant?

This is a late-night food stall. Can't you eat dinner first and then come for a late-night snack?

well……

Qin Yi sighed as she looked at the half-eaten bowl of noodles she hadn't had time to finish, resignedly rolling up her sleeves to work harder.

Just as Qin Yi went to work inside the carriage.

Ma Xiaomei and her daughter finally put down their chopsticks.

There was still some sauce stuck to the rim of the bowl.

The inside was spotless, with nothing left.

"This bowl of noodles is so beautiful."

"The shredded pork is tender and bouncy, and it's infused with the aroma of chili peppers. It's so delicious, you just can't stop eating it."

Ma Xiaomei wiped her daughter's mouth and asked, "Baby, is it delicious?"

The daughter nodded vigorously, "That egg tasted like ice cream, so delicious! Mom, let's come again next time."

The little girl is already looking forward to the next delicious meal.

Ma Xiaomei smiled and agreed.

Finally, there was a restaurant nearby that satisfied her.

Moreover, the variety of dishes changes every day, so you're never afraid of getting tired of them.

I'll go back and tell the neighbors so they can all come and take photos.

The brother sitting next to Lu Ziyi was swallowing hard as he looked at the empty bowl next to him.

He was the first to eat the chicken soup last night.

Having eaten the most, I know the chef's skill level better.

He was so anxious that he stood up and wanted to urge the order.

At this moment, someone put chopsticks on his shoulder and said, "Brother, let it cook on its own, don't rush it. When it's cooked enough, it will be delicious."

"Good food, like beautiful women, requires waiting."

Just by listening, you can tell that this is Lu Ziyi's bunkmate from the ancient costume drama.

"Screw you! You're always talking nonsense!"

Amidst the bickering of the group.

Qin Yi scrambled the spatula through the air, making the pan rattle and clang.

The aroma of green peppers, spicy and fragrant, lingered in the air above the rice noodle cart as it was constantly being stir-fried.

Unlike yesterday's sour and refreshing taste.

Today's wok hei (wok aroma) is an intense flavor explosion.

The scent is even more powerful, making it impossible to ignore.

Ah...ah...I yuck!!

There was a loud noise, seemingly coming from upstairs in the internet cafe.

Qin Yi felt apologetic upon hearing this.

Street food stir-fries are just that authentic and original.

The aroma of all the ingredients wafted straight into one's nose.

Turn off the heat.

Six wide-mouthed blue-and-white porcelain bowls were placed in front of me.

Each serving is topped with freshly stir-fried, piping hot meat sauce.

The steaming hot stir-fried pork with chili peppers was still emitting wisps of smoke, rising straight up.

Qin Yi then placed a smooth, even smoked soft-boiled egg in each bowl.

When the large bowl was placed in front of Lu Zi and the others, they formed a circle around it.

On this night when the bright moon hangs high and the magnolias are in full bloom.

I sat with my brothers around a street stall.

Eating a bowl of stir-fried rice noodles filled with the warmth of everyday life, and chatting about carefree youthful dreams, will become their most precious memories of youth.

Lu Ziyi took out his phone.

I took a picture of the fried rice noodles first.

They also had Qin Yi take a group photo of the six brothers.

Everyone couldn't hold back any longer and started showing off wildly.

Qin Yi finally had a chance to eat the remaining half bowl of noodles.

Then, I perked up my ears and listened to the food reviews from these college students.

"Slurp~"

"Slurp~"

The young men stretched the rice noodles very long.

The amber-colored rice noodles, soaked in the broth, shimmered under the light.

Then purse your lips into an "o" shape and inhale deeply from bottom to top!

Only when his cheeks were puffed up like little hills did he slowly chew and savor the delicious food in his mouth.

"Wow! This stir-fried green peppers with pork smells amazing, but there isn't a single seed in it. It's so satisfying! The owner is a connoisseur!"

"And this soft-boiled egg has a subtle tea aroma; it's soft, tender, and bouncy—refreshing and appetizing!"

"Ahhh! It's so delicious! The green peppers are crispy and have a smoky aroma, making them especially flavorful. And this pork, I can tell as soon as I taste it that it's not like regular pork with that dry taste. Instead, it has the aroma of wild boar."

"Stir-fried rice noodles are so good with rice, I really want a beer!"

Lu Ziyi felt particularly proud at this moment.

This is a hidden gem rice noodle shop that he discovered.

"How about it, buddy? I made the right recommendation, didn't I?"

"Lu Ziyi! You're reliable! Here's the deal! To express our gratitude for this delicious meal, it's on you!"

"Hahaha! Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Hey! Don't go too far!" Lu Ziyi pretended to put a few chopsticks into everyone's bowl.

"Hey! Don't touch my noodles! Just kidding! These noodles are so delicious, how about the six of us in the dorm take turns treating each other for six days!"

Everyone agreed.

The owner said the food is different every day, and I'm really looking forward to it.

This is like opening a blind box; it's addictive.

Qin Yi finished eating at the same time as the young men.

After putting down their bowls and chopsticks, everyone's faces showed satisfaction.

She walked over to the male students and cleared away the dishes with practiced ease and graceful demeanor.

"Her hands were as smooth as mutton fat, and her fingers as supple as lotus roots; they did not look like the hands of a chef."

"Does the boss have a handsome young man?" The young man from Guou was quite bold, asking the question right in front of Qin Yi.

"Oh ho!" The crowd cheered.

Qin Yi looked at these young men in their early twenties; their thoughts were written all over their faces, so innocent and naive.

Having lived two lives, how could I possibly be teased by this little brat?

"I just got married last month, and my husband is in the military." Qin Yi winked at the ancient costume boy.

The boy's face immediately turned bright red.

He quickly got up to help her wipe the table.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, boss, I was just joking."

"It's alright, come again next time if you like it." Qin Yi didn't want to talk too much about personal matters with them, so she politely saw them off.

She took out her phone to check the time.

It's only nine o'clock.

Nightlife is just beginning.

You can faintly hear the loud music from the street bars.

Since changing my SIM card, my new identity has brought a sense of quiet to my world.

She deleted all of the original owner's contacts and WeChat.

Only one social media account belonging to a food blogger remains for now, and it still has many of her followers.

The security in the apartment complex I'm currently renting isn't very good.

According to messages in the property management group, burglaries occasionally occur.

Once she saves some money, she'll move to a better house.

Thinking back to my previous life, I realized how much I longed for a house, a home of my own.

According to the customs of their hometown, daughters do not have a room at their parents' home.

In her previous life, Qin Yi's parents built a small Western-style house in their hometown.

It has three floors, each floor is over 100 square meters.

She gave the elderly couple the 200,000 yuan she had saved through years of frugal living and hard work to repair their house.

But when she went home to visit her family for the Chinese New Year, she didn't even have a room of her own.

It's a three-story villa.

The parents and younger brother each have a floor.

Everyone said that there weren't enough rooms on their floor, and they couldn't make room for her to sleep.

She was like a child abandoned by that family.

I slept on the sofa in the living room during the Chinese New Year.

After the first day of the Lunar New Year that year, she returned to Hangzhou.

She didn't go home for Chinese New Year for several years after that.

Her mother kept calling to urge her to get married soon.

The implication was that it would be better for her, the older sister, to get married first.

In this way, she received the bride price, and her younger brother could use the money to get married after her.

It was at that moment that she realized.

It turns out that daughters grow up without a home.

Everything in the house belongs to my younger brother.

So she worked incredibly hard after that.

I just want to buy my own house in Hangzhou.

Even if it's small, it's still your own little nest.

She sacrificed almost all her rest and social time to earn money.

I managed to scrape together a down payment for a small apartment.

I just finished paying off a year's loan.

She was brought into this world because of a car accident.

If she is already dead in that world.

So, the new house she's worked so hard for all these years should belong to her younger brother, right?

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The poem quoted in this chapter is Su Shi's "Ode to Pork".