There is only a table in the corner of the night snack stall on the side of the road. It is probably because it is a little far from the street lights and the light is not enough, so no one sits down.
This is perfect for Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming.
The table and stools were both short. Xia Xingcheng felt that Yang Youming's long legs looked very aggrieved. Of course, he himself was not very happy, but Yang Youming's expression was indifferent. He casually helped Xia Xingcheng wipe the table in front of him with a tissue and asked Said: "What else do you want to eat?"
Xia Xingcheng quickly pulled two tissues to wipe the table and said, "I'll come."
Yang Youming didn't stop.
Xia Xingcheng then asked, "Apart from roasting pig's feet, is there anything else?"
Yang Youming said, "I remember there were fried egg noodles."
Xia Xingcheng looked a little distressed.
Yang Youming said in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xingcheng whispered: "I want to eat, but I'm afraid that I can't control my body." Even if he is still young and not easy to gain weight, he has to control his appetite at all times, especially when filming.
Yang Youming said, "Then I want a bowl, we can share it." After he finished speaking, he threw the tissue that had wiped the table into the trash can, then raised his head to look at Xia Xingcheng, as if asking for his opinion.
Yang Youming's eyes were mostly blocked by the brim of the baseball cap, and the line of sight still seemed to be warm, which made Xia Xingcheng lowered his eyes unconsciously and said, "Okay."
Yang Youming stood up, stepped over the low stool with long legs, and walked to the boss who was busy beside the gas stove to order food.
Xia Xingcheng followed Yang Youming's eyes, and then he noticed that the young girl at the next table was also looking at Yang Youming's back. The table looked like a young couple, the boys were still chatting, and the girls seemed to be distracted when they looked at Yang Youming's back.
Looking further into the distance, most of the people sitting on the roadside eating supper are young people, some couples, some friends, and some people with bags on their backs as if they just finished working overtime.
A gust of wind came, and the big tree by the road swayed and made rustling noises. Some of the leaves had already turned yellow. When the wind blew, they swayed down from the tree and floated all the way to the table in front of Xia Xingcheng.
When Xia Xingcheng reached out to pick up the leaves, he suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion facing life. In fact, he shouldn't have. He is so young, and he is in the glamorous entertainment industry. How many people are envious of his life, even if it is the fatigue of filming, and the street vendors who are still working hard for life on the roadside in the middle of the night. Not worth mentioning in comparison.
But he still felt tired and had a sense of daze about his life and pursuits. For the first time, he didn't know what he wanted.
When Yang Youming came back, he lowered the brim of his hat under the gazes of many people around him, and silently returned to Xia Xingcheng and sat down.
Xia Xingcheng's seat was facing the corner with his back to most of the people. He raised his head and looked at Yang Youming's profile, and said softly, "You are too conspicuous."
A born superstar, whether on or off screen, can always easily capture the attention of many people.
Although there were a lot of people nearby, I wonder if it was because of the late night that everyone consciously lowered their voices when they spoke, which forced Xia Xingcheng to speak to Yang Youming more gently.
Yang Youming then moved closer to him, "What?"
Xia Xingcheng looked at his clean ears and beautiful jawline, and said again: "You are too conspicuous."
Yang Youming smiled and said, "It's okay, I won't be recognized."
After waiting for a long time, the boss brought the two roasted pig feet they ordered, and the two pig feet were placed on the same plate.
The pig's feet are roasted red, tender and oily, sprinkled with a layer of cumin and chili noodles, and a layer of green chopped green onion. Poke it with chopsticks, and the pig's skin will shake slightly to extract the juice.
Yang Youming used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of pig's foot with skin and bones, put it on the edge of the plate, and then looked at Xia Xingcheng: "Try it?"
Xia Xingcheng picked it up with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth to take a bite. The seasoning was completely immersed in the flexible pig skin, which was soft and not greasy. It was indeed a taste worthy of Yang Youming's memory for more than two years.
He nodded with an "um", thinking that he would also bring someone here in the future - his thinking stopped abruptly here, and he didn't know who to bring to try it.
Yang Youming has been looking at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xia Xingcheng pretended not to care, instead of looking at Yang Youming, he stretched out his tongue and licked the oil on the corner of his mouth.
Only then did Yang Youming turn his eyes away, and continued to use chopsticks to separate the roasted pig's feet, and said with a natural expression, "I was thinking at that time that I will definitely come back and eat it again when I have a chance in the future."
At this time, the boss brought a bowl of fried egg noodles they ordered.
Yang Youming stopped the boss and asked him for an extra empty bowl, then divided almost half of the noodles from the big bowl into the empty bowl, leaving the fried egg in the original bowl and pushed it in front of Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng stared at the noodles in the bowl for a while. He thought they would eat the bowl of noodles together in a more intimate manner. Thinking of this, he thought he was funny, so he buried his head and ate the noodles in a big mouth. .
After supper, Yang Youming went to the boss to check out. Xia Xingcheng noticed that a girl was secretly filming them with her mobile phone, and she didn't know when she started filming.
He was a little uneasy, grabbed Yang Youming's sleeve before leaving, and said, "Brother Ming, someone is taking pictures secretly."
Yang Youming didn't turn his head to look at it, but said, "It's okay, my friends are just out for supper, if you want to take pictures, take pictures." After that, he patted Xia Xingcheng's back and walked with him towards the hotel.