I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"What's all that banging and clanging outside?"

Fang Weiguo, who had slept well all night, pushed open the door and was slightly stunned.

"Jiang Chen, what's wrong with you...?"

Jiang Chen came out of the house, looking helpless. "Fang Qing broke my door last night."

Tsk.

They even accused the guilty party first.

Fang Weiguo, who was suddenly put in charge, was speechless as he watched the two workers busy installing a new door for the Jiang family. "...The demolition is coming soon, aren't you just wasting money?"

"Uncle, the locks are broken, we can't just leave them unrepaired, can we?"

How could your own daughter be so violent?
Fang Weiguo wasn't led by the nose, nor was he embarrassed. He gestured for the other party to move aside, lowered his voice, and regained the initiative.

"What happened last night? Did you bully Qingqing?"

Jiang Chen opened his eyes wide; it was a pure and innocent face.

"How can it be!"

He pointed to the new gate that was being replaced and said, "Uncle, look, would I dare to bully her?"

Facts speak louder than words.

Fang Weiguo remained silent, pondering, "I understand Qingqing's personality. If you hadn't done something so outrageous, she definitely wouldn't have..."

Ok.

The door has been torn down.

I'm really losing face.

"Your door was already loose and needed to be replaced a long time ago."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, "Uncle Fang, you don't have to be so protective of your own."

"Don't change the subject. What did you do to Qingqing?"

Fang Weiguo's eyes were sharp and fixed on him.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Fang Qing. I think the reason she's angry is because you arranged for me to act with her last night without informing her."

"That was all very unexpected. Who knew Zhang Zhongquan would suddenly come over?"

Seeing that Uncle Fang's attention had been successfully diverted, Jiang Chen quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just because he didn't do anything to Fang Qing last night doesn't mean he never did anything to Fang Qing.

of course.

That was definitely due to an accident.

After drinking too much, I spent the night at Fang Qing's rented apartment in Kyoto. It was the first time we'd shared a bed since we were adults, and the result was...

Ok.

It's not a major mistake.

But when he woke up, his hand was in the wrong place.

Facts explained.

Whether you're childhood sweethearts or just friends, you have to keep your distance when you grow up.

And after his probing last night, the worst reality was confirmed.

Fang Qing also remembers that accident vividly.

"I drank too much last night, so don't take what I said to heart."

Fang Weiguo raised his hand and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder.

"I've had too much to drink."

The uncle and nephew exchanged a knowing glance.

"Why did you take the water heater apart too?"

Seeing a worker carrying a water heater out of the house, Fang Weiguo took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Oh no. There's an electrical leak. I almost got electrocuted."

Fang Weiguo wanted to laugh, but he held it back. "This kind of thing only happens to those unscrupulous people, it won't happen to you."

That must have been a relief.

Jiang Chen smiled ingratiatingly.

Fang Qing came out of the house, perhaps also woken up by the noise.

"Look at this, what a joke, they've broken someone's door."

They're showing off their acting skills again.

"It's okay, it should have been replaced a long time ago anyway."

Jiang Chen cooperated tacitly and smoothed things over.

"What are you going for?"

Fang Weiguo, seizing the opportunity, asked his daughter.

"Too early."

Fang Qing is very sparing with her words.

"have you eaten?"

Fang Weiguo turned his head.

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"You two go together, I'll keep watch for you."

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony, "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Fang."

Fang Weiguo waved his hand dismissively.

Fang Qing went downstairs first.

Jiang Chen followed.

The two children disappeared around the corner of the stairwell before Pan Hui came out.

"Did you figure it out?"

Fang Weiguo shook his head and sighed deeply: "Jiang Chen is a tough kid to deal with now."

"I think you're overthinking it. Those two kids have been fighting since they were little, what's the big deal?"

"Different."

Fang Weiguo's eyes gleamed with wisdom as he looked up at the stairs and said with certainty, "Those two, something must be going on."

A young couple walked out of the building one after the other.

"You have to drive even for such a short distance?"

Seeing Fang Qing open the car door, Jiang Chen couldn't help but speak up.

The breakfast shops are concentrated at the end of the street outside the compound, which is only a ten-minute walk away.

Are you going to go or not?

"superior."

Jiang Chen, being sensible, stopped talking and quickly got into the car.

The Maserati starts.

"Let's go to that noodle shop. Over the years, their noodles have been the most authentic."

Jiang Chen said nonchalantly, as if last night was just a dream.

Fang Qing remained silent, drove the car out of the compound, and then stepped on the gas. In about half a minute, the Maserati was driven onto the road barrier.

Parking is not allowed on this street now; there are cameras.

The breakfast in Shacheng is always exceptional.

It will not be affected by development.

Anyway, Jiang Chen has been traveling all over the world and hasn't found a place where the breakfast is as good as that in Shacheng.

It's definitely not a hometown filter.

Especially this Ah Fei Noodle Shop.

Its business wasn't the best among the noodle shops in the area, but Jiang Chen could never forget the taste of this shop.

He remembered the first time he ate noodles here was in the fifth grade of elementary school. It seemed to be Children's Day. His father brought him here. The seaweed soup was free, but a bowl of two liang (100 grams) of spicy noodles cost five yuan, which was definitely not cheap at the time, and for his family, it was considered a high-end expense.

It's a bit expensive.

but.

It's really delicious.

Knowing that he liked to eat there, his father would bring him to eat there every few days. Even when he was in high school, he would try to squeeze out time to eat a bowl of noodles there before rushing to catch the bus to go to early morning self-study.

"Fei-jie isn't here."

Before even stepping into the store, Jiang Chen glanced around but couldn't spot the familiar figure from his memory. Logically, since her son was about his age, he should call her "Auntie," but he had always referred to her that way in private.

"Little sister is here."

Fei Jie wasn't there, but her husband was. Compared to Fei Jie, the man who greeted Fang Qing warmly was much more normal-looking. After all, Fei Jie probably weighed close to 200 pounds.
But it was through her that young Jiang Chen learned not to judge people by their appearance. Although Fat Sister was a bit fat, or rather, ugly according to normal aesthetic standards, she had an optimistic and positive attitude towards life.

That's right.

This is a husband-and-wife shop.

The couple were from Sichuan, and they were from the same hometown as Lan Peizhi. Everyone knows that running a breakfast shop is hard work, and one person definitely can't manage it all. However, for a long time, when Jiang Chen came to eat noodles there, he found that only Fei Jie was there and her husband was nowhere to be seen. As a child, although he was curious, he didn't dare to ask. Later, he heard his father and the others chatting and learned that it seemed that Fei Jie's husband had run off with someone else.

Ok.

It means abandoning one's wife and children.

Later, one day, he reappeared, busy in the shop as always, as if he had never disappeared. Fat Sister did not show any abnormality, still speaking with her unchanged Sichuan accent, squeezing out her two chubby cheeks, and smiling at every customer who came to the shop to eat noodles.

Jiang Chen felt that way back then.

It's possible that my father and his family are spreading rumors.

Time flies.

Even Zhang Zhongquan, Jiang Chen's uncle, didn't recognize him, let alone the fat woman's husband.

However, he seemed to know Fang Qing very well.

Also.

Fang Qing has been spending most of her time in Shacheng recently, so she must have visited quite a few times.

Ah Fei Noodle Shop isn't just Jiang Chen's favorite; its taste is also widely recognized in their social circle.

"Two bowls of spicy noodles."

Fang Qing finally smiled.

People.

They always reserved the utmost politeness for outsiders. "Okay."

The extra Jiang attracted the attention of Fat Sister's husband, but he certainly wouldn't ask any questions.

The shop was sparsely populated with customers.

The two found a table and sat down.

"And there's free soy milk too."

Jiang Chen looked around.

From large multinational corporations to a small noodle shop like this, everyone needs to keep up with the times.

"It's gone up to eight yuan a bowl now."

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the price list.

Fang Qing didn't say a word, but took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks and placed one pair in front of someone.

Although Qing Gege is rather cunning, she has one significant advantage.

That means they don't hold grudges.

No matter how fierce the argument gets, they will definitely not hold a grudge the next day. This has always been the case, which is why Jiang Chen dared to do that last night.

Calculate the time.

This noodle shop has been here for almost twenty years, from elementary school until now. It has undergone many renovations, but sitting here, a strange feeling comes from all directions.

Jiang Chen was lost in thought.

Fang Qing did not disturb him.

"The noodles are ready."

How many breakfast shops still have owners who personally serve the noodles to the table?
Two bowls of spicy noodles, topped with crushed peanuts and meat sauce, were placed in front of her. Fat Sister's husband asked with a warm smile, "Would you like some soup?"

Before Fang Qing could speak, Jiang Chen blurted out without any hesitation, in his broken Sichuan dialect, "That's right! Eating hot noodles without seaweed soup is soulless."

"That's right, that's right!"

Fat Sister's husband happily went and brought over two more bowls of seaweed soup.

"grateful!"

While everyone else was busy, Jiang Chen broke open his chopsticks, eagerly took a bite of noodles, chewed a few times, and remarked, "It tastes a little different from before."

"How many years has it been? What can remain unchanged?"

Fang Qing didn't complain much. She lowered her head and ate her noodles, her demeanor exceptionally calm and elegant.

"Makes sense."

Jiang Chen shoveled noodles into his mouth. "Where did Fatty go?"

"do not know."

"You haven't seen her either?"

"Ah."

"Didn't you ask her husband?"

“I am not a member of the neighborhood committee.”

Also.

in fact.

We're not very familiar with each other.

In the movie of life, you are the protagonist, and there are very few supporting characters. Most of you are just extras whose scenes may end at any time.

Therefore, Qinggege's behavior is not cold-hearted, but rational.

For two professions, one a doctor and the other a lawyer, the biggest taboo is excessive emotional involvement.

"Young man, have a cigarette."

At this moment, when he wasn't too busy, Fat Sister's husband took a break and came over to offer Jiang Chen a cigarette. Besides being hospitable, he was undoubtedly doing so out of consideration for Fang Qing.

"I don't smoke, thank you."

Jiang Chen smiled and declined.

Fat Sister's husband took it back, lit one for himself, and started chatting, "I've never seen you before."

It's fair to say that the couple who run this noodle shop, Sister Fei and her husband, watched them grow up.

As the man smoked his cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen, probably because he felt that the young man looked somewhat familiar.

"I've eaten noodles here so many times, how come the owner has forgotten about me?"

"You look kind of familiar. Let me think."

Fat Sister's husband frowned, deep in thought, then his eyes lit up, "You're Jiang boy?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, not expecting that the other party could actually guess it.

Even his uncle, Zhang Zhongquan, didn't recognize him.
"The boss has a good eye!"

He smiled and acknowledged his identity.

The man, whose appearance hadn't changed much except for a few more gray hairs at his temples, leaned against the wall with a smug look on his face, a cigarette between his fingers. "You used to eat noodles here when you were in elementary school, how could I not remember?"

"But I haven't been here for so long."

"I have my younger sister. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have thought of it."

That's how they address girls over there.

"Eat, eat noodles."

Seeing the child who had been eating noodles at his shop since childhood return after so many years, the man, as the shop owner, must have been filled with mixed emotions. He smoked a cigarette and asked, "Where are you working now?"

"fuss."

Jiang Chen slurped up a mouthful of noodles. "Where's Fatty Sister?"

"She's retired and is now enjoying her retirement with her son."

Jiang Chen felt relieved, but secretly smiled bitterly.

Yes.

How could there be so many tragedies in the world? There may be inevitable twists and turns, but in the end, everything will be perfect.

"Then you're not the only one."

"Yeah, I'm exhausted!"

The man puffed on his cigarette. "I'll keep going until I can't take it anymore, then I'll quit."

"That won't do. You're still the pillar of the whole family."

"Haha, you've all grown up, why shouldn't I retire? Right now I just want to save some money for retirement so as not to burden my children."

"Boss, a bowl of cold noodles, please!"

Someone was shouting.

"Here it comes!"

The man tossed his cigarette aside and said, "You guys eat slowly."

"It seems that one day we might not be able to eat noodles here anymore."

Jiang Chen picked at his chopsticks, feeling melancholic and wistful.

"Then you should eat a few more bowls today."

What is this called?
This is called the greatest truth being the simplest!

How insightful!

We cannot control the future, so we can only cherish the present and the moment.

Jiang Chen took a sip of seaweed soup and let out a satisfied sigh. "This soup is free, I'll definitely drink a few more bowls."

"Jingle Bell……"

Fang Qing's phone rang.

"Fang Qing, are you up? I'm about to leave."

It's Tong Dan.

"Where?"

"My Qinggege, didn't you promise to be Tiejun's bridesmaid? You need to try on the bridesmaid dress, it needs to be custom-made. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Fang Qing's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment, and she gave a nonchalant "hmm".

Send me your location, I'll be right there.

"Remember to hurry, the Iron Army has arrived."

Fang Qing put down her phone.

"Is something wrong?"

Jiang Chen asked.

He could hear Tong Dan's voice, but he couldn't make out the specific content.

"fine."

"I heard it all."

Fang Qing glanced at him and immediately realized that he was just bluffing. As a lawyer, she often had to deal with police officers, and this kind of tactic was something the police were very good at. How could she not be familiar with it?

Fang Qing, however, seemed to have thought of something and didn't expose him, simply saying, "Together?"

"Okay."

The person readily nodded, then picked up their chopsticks and said, "Then let's eat quickly."

"No, no, you don't need to pay."

Seeing that the two were about to leave after finishing their noodles, the busy man hurriedly made a fuss, but the payment notification still beeped.

May your business prosper!

Before leaving, Jiang Chen offered his best wishes.

Watching the two young people walk out of the noodle shop side by side, the man cooking the noodles laughed inexplicably. He suddenly remembered when he was young.

then.

The two young people were still children.

"Boss, two bowls of spicy noodles, please, to go."

More guests have arrived.

"okay!"

Every city has an A-Fei Noodle Shop.

Perhaps we have never been there, but it has always been there, always has been.

Those who are lost remain lost, and those destined to meet will meet again. (End of Chapter)