However, the daughter of the pancake vendor also fell in love with Wei Mingshen. She later became lovesick and was forced to marry by her parents, where she lived a very unhappy life.
Thinking of this, she sighed deeply: This man has ruined so many young women and girls.
She knew of quite a few women who were hopelessly infatuated with him.
"Hey, don't you want to eat?" Wei Ming asked after not hearing her response for a long time.
Su Xueli snapped out of her daze and said, "Oh, okay, eat it."
The steamed bun shop is very small, with only two tables. To save space, the seats are small stools, which are stacked up and placed in the corner when no one is there.
The pan and stove for frying buns are in the back kitchen, which is run by a family of three: the parents and their daughter.
As soon as she entered, the enticing aroma of pan-fried buns wafted from the kitchen. Su Xueli exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
"Boss, pan-fried buns, please!" Wei Mingshen called out to the kitchen.
"Coming!" With a crisp voice, a girl emerged from the kitchen.
She saw Wei Mingshen's face turn bright red, his two small hands covered in flour clasped together, his eyes glazed over yet darting away, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Su Xueli had no choice but to say, "Give us ten pan-fried buns and two bowls of egg drop soup first."
The girl nodded and ran off into the kitchen with unsteady steps.
The two sat down at the table and waited.
Su Xueli glanced at Wei Mingshen, who had no expression on his face, and asked him in a low voice, "Didn't you notice the little girl's expression when she looked at you?"
Wei Mingshen's words were really irritating: "Which girl doesn't give me that look?"
Okay, he's telling the truth. Who told him to be so devastatingly good-looking?
"Let's eat the pan-fried buns first, and I'll make the egg drop soup later." The girl brought over a steaming plate of pan-fried buns.
"Thank you," Su Xueli said to her.
The girl glanced at Su Xueli, her eyes filled with a complex mix of envy and jealousy...
The girl put down the steamed bun and stared at Wei Mingshen again, but instead of returning to the kitchen, she stood dawdling to the side, picking up a rag and wiping here and there, her eyes glancing at Wei Mingshen from time to time.
Su Xueli saw her own reflection in her. In fact, she was just as infatuated with him in her past life, pitifully longing for a little bit of his love!
"Eat it while it's hot!" Wei Mingshen urged Su Xueli after taking a bite of the pan-fried bun.
Su Xueli snapped out of her reverie, hummed in agreement, and picked up a pan-fried bun with her chopsticks. The bun was a feast for the eyes; both sides were golden brown, and the dough in the middle was fluffy and white. One bite, and the cabbage and pork filling inside was juicy and flavorful; with just one chew, the aroma filled her mouth…it was incredibly delicious!
"It smells delicious, doesn't it? I love this place's pan-fried buns the most." Wei Mingshen picked up another one.
"You like to come eat here every day, right?" A soft, shy voice came from the side.
Wei Mingshen didn't say anything, and picked up another fried bun.
Su Xueli nudged the girl with her elbow, indicating that she wanted to talk to her.
Sure enough, when the girl saw that he ignored her, she blushed deeply and lowered her head to her chest.
The girl was tall and strong, with a big round face, single eyelids, and frostbite on both cheeks, but her skin was fair and white.
This kind of girl is the type that in-laws like best: capable, fertile, and with a face that brings good fortune to her husband.
Reminded by Su Xueli, Wei Mingshen picked up another fried bun and said to her, "Ten more, please!"
Su Xueli was speechless.
At least he spoke to her again, and the girl smiled and said, "Okay."
She brought over ten more pan-fried buns, and then a shout came from the kitchen: "The egg drop soup is ready!"
She brought over two more bowls of egg drop soup, then picked up a rag and wiped the table next to her, her eyes still lingering on Wei Mingshen.
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