She turned around and walked in the direction of Qining High School. From a distance, she saw that the noodle soup shop she used to go to was still open, but it was not as lively as usual. There were only three or two customers sitting sparsely. This noodle soup shop was not as busy as usual.
The store is not far from Qining High School. In the past, after self-study in the evening, a large class of classmates would come to have supper in a lively manner. The boss and his wife were very nice and could remember each student's preferences.
Shu Tinglan likes soup and vegetables, but doesn't like vermicelli. The boss always puts a lot of vegetables and only a few vermicelli for decoration.
Cheng Chen likes to eat spicy food, but because it is a late-night snack, the boss always advises her to eat lighter at night. Even if Cheng Chen is dissatisfied, the boss insists on giving her less chili pepper.
Lu Kuo was a big boy with an astonishing appetite. Every time Cheng Chen couldn't finish his food, he didn't mind it and poured it all into his own bowl, even drinking the soup.
Zhuo Yu'an, is he there too? Shu Tinglan suddenly remembered at this moment that Zhuo Yu'an would go out with them for supper every night for a while, but he didn't eat, he just sat there quietly waiting for Lu Kuo.
One time Lu Kuo said, "What are you doing if you don't eat?"
Zhuo Yuan said, waiting for you.
Lu Kuo smiled sarcastically: What are you waiting for me to do? Our families are on different paths, and the drunkard’s intention is not to drink!
At that time, Shu Tinglan thought that their relationship was really good, and it would be good if they could spend more time together.
Zhuo Yu'an was probably very quiet at that time and didn't eat late night snacks, so Shu Tinglan almost didn't remember that he had participated in it, but now he was standing opposite the entrance of the soup noodle shop, as if he had a shadow back then.
When the boss saw a customer coming, he still smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Soup noodle." She answered and successfully found her usual seat by the window.
There were not many people in the store, so the boss quickly served the food and chatted with her at his leisure.
"Isn't the girl a local?"
The boss has completely forgotten about her.
"Well, I'm here on a business trip."
"You don't sound like you're from Qining based on your accent. But you look a bit like a little girl who used to come to our store often. That little girl had no conscience. She never came back after graduating from high school. She looked so good before.
As beautiful as a doll, my wife would secretly add a fried egg to her at the bottom of the soup every time. My wife has been talking about it for several years, saying that she dreams of giving birth to such a beautiful daughter. When she grows up, she will definitely be better than her.
Celebrities are pretty good-looking.”
Shu Tinglan was stunned for a moment before she realized that the little girl the boss was talking about was her. It turned out that the omelette was specially given to her and was not included in the soup noodles. Cheng Chen said that she always felt it later and felt it.
Not to the good will of others.
"Honey, come here and see if this girl looks like the little girl who always came to our store back then?"
The landlady heard the sound and came over. She really looked at Shu Tinglan carefully for a few times, and then shook her head with some disappointment.
"The facial features are similar, and they are both very pretty, but no, the temperament is different. That little girl is very arrogant and seems to ignore everyone, but this girl has peaceful features and is approachable."
The landlady pointed out the difference sharply.
Shu Tinglan just smiled. She didn't expect that when she returned to Qining for the first time after many years, she would meet someone who cared about her. Moreover, they were two strangers who had nothing in common with her and whom she didn't remember. It was just that the landlady treated her badly.
Is there a misunderstanding? She was not arrogant in high school, she just didn't like to socialize, so she spoke less.
The soup noodle tastes as delicious as before, but the fried egg at the bottom of the bowl is missing. On a whim, I took a photo of the soup noodle, as well as the photo of the shop I just took, and posted it on WeChat Moments with the text: One serving