Ning Yanshu listened to Ning Wan the most.
Having received the instructions, he jogged into the alley.
Most of the residents here are families, and very few people would open a shop in such a secluded and hidden place.
So in the narrow alley, Ning Yanshu spotted the constantly rotating tricolor lamppost at a glance.
He stepped forward and knocked on the glass door.
"Thump, thump thump..."
The shop was completely empty.
From behind a curtain came a muffled voice: "Wait a minute..."
Ning Yanshu waited obediently for a while, but still no one came.
Then he knocked on the door again.
"Thump, thump thump thump..."
The sound was even louder than before.
Finally, a sound came from inside the house: "Coming, coming, urging the soul, urging, urging, urging."
The curtain was lifted, and Chen Limin came out from behind.
She wiped her mouth and didn't rush to open the door. Instead, she went to the sink and filled a glass with water to rinse her mouth.
When I turned around after finishing my work, I was a little surprised to see the small figure standing outside the glass door.
Chen Limin recognized the child; he was from the lunchbox vendor near the entrance.
When the shop was being renovated, the little rascal would occasionally play at the entrance, and Chen Limin saw him many times.
She unlocked the latch and pulled open the glass door.
"Little one, what are you doing here?"
Ning Yanshu held the bag high: "My mother asked me to bring this over; it's for Aunt Chen."
"Aunt Chen...you mean me?"
Chen Limin stretched out her hand in disbelief and pointed to herself.
Ning Yanshu nodded: "Mm!"
Chen Limin asked suspiciously, "Would she be so kind? Could she be trying to poison me?"
Chen Limin was very self-aware; she knew that her relationship with Ning Wan was not good.
Even their several meetings were marked by constant confrontation.
Would she really be that kind?
Despite saying that, Chen Limin still took the bag and said, "Little one, come in."
Ning Yanshu entered the room, not daring to touch anything.
He just quietly raised his head and looked around curiously.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from the door curtain.
There are still people behind...
...
The curtain was lifted once again.
This time, the person who came out from behind was an obese middle-aged man.
The man struggled to pull up his pants, fastened his belt, and stomped his foot: "What's that smell? It smells so good. I could smell it from behind."
Chen Limin placed the bag on the table, opened the lid of the takeout box, and froze the moment she saw the potstickers.
She was tricked by a scumbag into going to the south at a young age and has lived in this city for many years.
He could almost be considered half a resident of Yuncheng.
But very few people know that her hometown is Luoyang.
Potstickers are now just a memory, a dish that can only exist in the past.
"Hey, isn't this pan-fried dumpling? It looks delicious."
Chen Limin's brows furrowed imperceptibly.
The man picked up his chopsticks and was about to take a piece when Chen Limin suddenly put the lid back on.
Before the man could explode in anger, Chen Limin said with a forced smile, "Didn't you just say your wife was urging you to leave? What, are you not in a hurry to leave now?"
Are you angry?
The man tried to pull Chen Limin into his arms, but she pushed him away.
The man wasn't angry and patiently coaxed, "My wife has been cracking down hard lately, I can't help it. If I'm not careful, how will I be able to come to you next time?"
"Don't be angry, sweetie." The man pouted his thick lips and kissed Chen Limin's cheek with a smack. "Take this money and buy something you like. I'll come see you again next time."
Seeing the man put several hundred yuan on the table, Chen Limin gave him a coquettish look.
After calming the man down, he picked up his bag, tucked it under his arm, and hurriedly left.
As soon as the man left, Chen Limin's previous joyful expression vanished, replaced by a look of disgust as she wiped the drool off her face with a tissue.
She crossed her legs, held the money, and counted it with great satisfaction.
Until her gaze fell upon Ning Yanshu standing to the side, she silently put her feet down again, as if remembering something.
Why haven't you left yet?
Ning Yanshu showed no sign of being disliked.
She casually picked up a stool, moved it next to Chen Limin, and sat down, saying, "My mom's cooking is delicious, Auntie, you should try some."
Unable to refuse Ning Yanshu's enthusiastic recommendation, Chen Limin finally picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.
It tastes a little different from what I remember, but it's still delicious.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
Meeting Ning Yanshu's expectant gaze, Chen Limin swallowed the words "It tastes awful."
"...Mmm, it's delicious."
"Right? I told you, my mom is a great cook."
Ning Yanshu sat on the stool and swung his legs.
Her little face was full of pride.
Looking at the innocent and naive children in front of her, Chen Limin couldn't help but think of Chen Zhuoyang when he was a child.
Back then, he was just as small.
I follow her around every day, calling "Mommy, Mommy" incessantly.
This annoyed Chen Limin to no end.
But when exactly did it begin, that child who had always loved her start to hate her?
The liking and love in his eyes all turned into ruthless disgust and hatred...
...
"Auntie, why aren't you eating?"
The innocent child's voice in her ear brought back Chen Limin's memories.
She looked at the little boy who was propping his head up on the table.
"Are you full?" Ning Yanshu asked again. "There's still a lot left."
"I'm not eating anymore."
Chen Limin threw her chopsticks on the table, feeling inexplicably irritated.
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