The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Lin Feng left Club No. 3 and took the subway to school. He still had two advanced mathematics classes in the afternoon, and it was still early. He stood against the subway car wall, and the taste of Lao Wu's rice bowl suddenly popped into his head.

I missed out on eating last time because three thugs ruined the trip, so I have to make up for it today.

After exiting the subway station, he didn't head towards the school but turned into that old alley. After walking a few steps, he felt something was wrong.

The alley is still the same alley, the old houses still have mottled exterior walls, and the power lines still run horizontally between the buildings, but the ground is clean and tidy.

The clutter that used to be piled up in the corner is gone, and the little moving company poster on the wall has been removed. In its place are several blue posters with white lettering that read "Severely crack down on illegal and criminal activities".

After turning two corners, at the main intersection, there was a person in a security guard uniform with a red armband on his arm, looking down at his phone.

As Lin Feng walked past him, he glanced up at him, then looked down again.

The sign for Lao Wu's Rice Bowl is deep in the alley, with red background and yellow lettering, and it's been blackened a bit by the smoke from the cooking oil.

The shop is small, with four tables inside and seven or eight folding tables along the wall near the entrance.

When Raymond Lam arrived, it wasn't lunchtime yet, and there was only one table occupied in the restaurant. The owner was squatting by the door preparing vegetables, and when he saw Raymond Lam, he straightened up and smiled.

"You're here?" The owner recognized him. He'd been eating there for over a year, since his freshman year of college, and the owner and his wife were familiar with him.

"Angkor." Raymond Lam nodded, scanned the QR code to pay, and ordered "Stir-fried pork with green peppers in a clay pot."

"Okay." The boss put the sorted vegetables into a plastic basket, wiped his hands, and went into the kitchen.

Lin Feng took a bottle of Bingfeng soda from the freezer and sat down at the folding table against the wall by the door.

A layer of water droplets condensed on the soda bottle. I pried open the cap and took a sip.

The cool orange-flavored soda went down my throat, and the afternoon heat subsided a little.

Old locust trees line both sides of the alley, their canopies intertwining overhead, creating a dense shade over the entire alley.

Cicadas chirped in the trees, their sounds coming in waves. The plastic tabletop of the folding table was a little hot from the sun; I rested my elbow on it, took out my phone, and started swiping.

I had just made two strokes when I caught a glimpse of a white figure walking towards me from the other end of the alley.

Instinctively, he raised his head.

Shen Qianqian was wearing a navy blue JK uniform skirt, the hem of which was just a hand's width above her knees.

Her calves were exposed, encased in white mid-calf socks, the tops of which left a faint mark below the knees. On her feet were black round-toed Mary Jane shoes, with a small bow on the buckle.

She wore a white shirt with a small navy blue bow tie at the collar. The shirt fabric was thin, and the outline of her underwear could be faintly seen underneath.

Her chest was slightly raised, not very large, but the shirt's cut made it stand out, creating a clean and crisp curve when viewed from the side.

She carried a small handbag, her skirt swaying gently as she walked. Her doll-like face was expressionless, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Then she saw Lin Feng sitting next to the folding table.

He paused for a moment.

Her expression shifted from calm to a fleeting look of surprise, then back to calm. But a slight blush crept up her ears.

"Lin Feng," she said first.

"What a coincidence." Lin Feng put down the soda bottle.

Shen Qianqian walked to the folding table, her gaze sweeping over the soda bottle in front of him. "What are you eating? Any recommendations?"

"Stir-fried pork with green peppers in a clay pot rice bowl, that's their signature dish."

Shen Qianqian nodded and turned to go into the store.

You could hear her talking to the landlady through the glass door. A few seconds later, she pushed the door open and came out, holding a bottle of mineral water.

He sat down opposite Lin Feng, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a sip.

The folding table wasn't big; when two people sat facing each other, their knees almost touched.

Shen Qianqian pulled her skirt down to cover her knees, placing her legs together diagonally on the side of the chair. Her calves, encased in white mid-calf socks, shone brightly in the afternoon light.

"Do you come here often?" She placed the mineral water bottle on the table.

"I've been eating here for over a year. The owner is from Hunan, and his stir-fried pork with green peppers is really authentic." Lin Feng spun the Bingfeng soda bottle around. "You... what brings you here today?"

"I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get to eat it last time." Shen Qianqian scratched at the water bottle label with her finger. "Besides, the security here seems to have improved a lot since that incident. I saw people on duty at the intersection when I came in just now."

Lin Feng hummed in response, but said nothing more.

The claypot rice has been served.

The black clay pot was steaming, and the rice at the bottom was still sizzling. Sliced ​​green peppers were stir-fried with sliced ​​meat, each piece of meat glistening with a glistening soy sauce.

The proprietress placed the casserole in front of Shen Qianqian and brought another one to Lin Feng. Shen Qianqian picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and her eyes lit up.

Then I picked up a piece of green chili pepper and took a small bite.

The movement stopped. Her lips were pressed together, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowed the chili pepper. After swallowing, I opened my mouth and took a breath, my tongue sticking out slightly, red from the spiciness.

Lin Feng hurriedly grabbed a bottle of Bingfeng soda, opened it, and pushed it towards the customer. "Drink this; it'll cool you down."

Shen Qianqian took it and tilted her head back to drink a big gulp.

The icy soda went down my throat, I closed my eyes briefly, and my eyelashes fluttered. When I put the bottle down, my tongue was still sticking out, and I fanned it with my hand. "So spicy."

"You don't eat spicy food?"

"I can eat a little bit. This is a bit too spicy." She took another sip of Bingfeng soda, her cheeks flushed red from the spiciness, and her lips turned red as well.

But the chopsticks didn't stop.

I picked up another slice of meat, this time knowing to peel the chili pepper apart and only eat the meat. After eating a few slices of meat, I picked up a small piece of chili pepper, carefully bit off a tiny bit, chewed it, swallowed it, and then took a sip of Bingfeng soda.

Lin Feng stood up and went to the freezer to get another bottle of Bingfeng soda. When he came back, he walked to the other side of the table. "Let's switch seats."

Shen Qianqian looked up, a small chili seed still clinging to the corner of her mouth. "Why?"

Lin Feng tapped his finger on the table. "The side you're sitting on faces the road."

Shen Qianqian looked down at her skirt.

The navy blue skirt rode up a bit because of her sitting posture, and although her legs were together, she was definitely facing the direction of the alley.

She pulled her skirt down a little more, stood up, and moved to the opposite side. After sitting down, the skirt was facing the wall.

I picked up my chopsticks and took another bite of rice. After chewing, the corner of my mouth curved slightly. I thought to myself that the other person was quite considerate. The curve was small, but it lingered on the corner of my mouth.