Her eyes were very sincere, gazing earnestly at Lin Yan, making it obvious to Lin Yan that she was a little glutton. Lin Yan didn't expose his wife and simply sat on the steps, quietly waiting for the uncle to finish frying the rice.
Lin Yan didn't know if the fried rice was good or not, but the uncle's frying technique was somewhat reminiscent of... the legendary undercover police. He truly had eyes everywhere and ears in all directions.
It wasn't mealtime, and there weren't many people here, only two or three students, two boys and one girl. One pair seemed to be a couple. Like Su Mojin and Lin Yan, they were also sitting on the steps waiting for the uncle to serve the food. The steps were long, and Lin Yan and Su Mojin weren't wearing masks, but by turning sideways, it was difficult for most people to recognize their true appearance.
It seemed that waiting for food on the steps was an unwritten custom of this small stall.
"Wife, why do you think he's looking around while frying rice?"
Bored, Lin Yan turned to Su Mojin, who was sitting obediently beside him, and asked the question that was on his mind.
The uncle's technique was very skilled. With a wok in his hands, he tossed and turned it. The rice in the pot would rise into the air with the movement of his hands. Even Lin Yan was impressed by this technique. He knew that the uncle's gaze was always fixed on the alley entrance. Lin Yan was afraid that he might accidentally put salt instead of sugar.
"The crackdown has been strict recently, and there are often city management officers patrolling this area. The uncle is afraid of being caught and fined."
Su Mojin pursed her lips and looked at the uncle with some pity. This uncle had been setting up his stall here since she was in college. His cooking was excellent, and the students at the school were his regular customers.
As for why she felt pity, it was because the uncle sold fried rice here to take care of his daughter.
Hearing his wife's explanation, Lin Yan finally understood. No wonder the uncle chose to stay in this secluded alley.
Soon, the fried rice was ready. Ten yuan per portion, Lin Yan and Su Mojin spent a total of twenty yuan.
Lin Yan threw a hundred-yuan bill and said to keep the change. Then, he carried the two boxes of fried rice and got into the large G car behind them. Li Wei and Yang Tianming were standing guard outside, leaving the car's interior space for Lin Yan and Su Mojin.
Lin Yan's action confused the uncle. He glanced in the direction Lin Yan was walking and intended to go over to return the change. However, upon seeing them get into a large G, he hesitated for a long time before finally tucking the bill back into his pocket, thinking to himself, "I've met a good person today."
Soon, the clanging sound of the wok being tossed could be heard again.
After getting into the car, Lin Yan eagerly took out the two boxes of fried rice. He had already eaten, but as soon as he opened the lids, the damn aroma stimulated his appetite.
"How is it, doesn't it smell good?"
Su Mojin couldn't help but open her portion. As soon as the lid was opened, a fragrance spread throughout the car.
"It's just fried rice, why are you so eager? Your eyes are starting to light up."
Instead of answering Su Mojin, Lin Yan playfully brushed a strand of her hair.
It was just a portion of fried rice. Although it smelled quite fragrant, Lin Yan had lived abroad for so many years and had seen a lot. How good could it possibly be?
To cater to his wife's innocent heart, Lin Yan also picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
After a mouthful of fried rice, Lin Yan savored it carefully. It was very delicious, with a special wok hei. The rice grains were distinct. To experience such deliciousness for ten yuan was indeed beyond Lin Yan's imagination.
Su Mojin watched Lin Yan, who was eating with her, with her eyes curved. The young master of a trillion-dollar group, the highly acclaimed superstar, was accompanying her to eat boxed rice on the street. What is love? This must be love.
"Why are you looking at me without eating? Is there something on my face? Or is your bowl tastier than mine?"
Lin Yan glanced at her and teased.
Su Mojin didn't answer Lin Yan's question. Instead, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
The unexpected kiss confused Lin Yan. He touched his face; it was a little oily, from Su Mojin's meal.
Seeing Lin Yan's bewildered expression, Su Mojin chuckled and then rested her head on Lin Yan's shoulder.
She lingered on this shoulder that gave her a sense of security.
Although it was delicious, neither of them finished their meals. After a few bites, Su Mojin put away the two portions of fried rice and pulled Lin Yan out of the car, preparing to head to the next destination: shopping!
In a short while, a small queue had formed in front of the fried rice stall. Lin Yan put on the Kawasaki H2R again, ignoring the curious gazes of the students around him, and revved the engine, speeding out of the alley.
"Tsk tsk, what a handsome couple!"
"Hmph, they're both wearing helmets, how do you know they're handsome? What if they're both ugly?"
"Look at their figures. Both of them have such good figures, their looks can't be too bad, right!"
Several students were discussing. Although the Kawasaki H2 just now was a bit strange, it was still a genuine Kawasaki, not a counterfeit. Those who could drive such a car were wealthy people.
Coming out from the corner of the alley, Lin Yan began to drive towards the city center.
"That's the uncle's daughter from just now."
While stuck in traffic at the school entrance, Su Mojin gestured for Lin Yan to look at a girl in a wheelchair at the school gate.
Lin Yan scanned the area and saw a small group of figures not far from the school entrance.
"Which one?"
"The one in the wheelchair!"
Hearing Su Mojin's words, Lin Yan spotted the frail little girl pushing the wheelchair alone among the crowd. The girl was wearing a Beijing University uniform and a black baseball cap.
Her small figure was pushing the wheelchair alone at the school entrance. Her classmates seemed to want to help, but she refused them all.
Lin Yan couldn't see her face clearly from such a distance, but he could tell from her movements that the girl was very thin.
"A student from Beijing University?"
Lin Yan asked curiously.
"Yes."
Su Mojin nodded. She didn't ask why they, being in the same year, didn't know each other. She had heard about this girl at school; she was a senior who had won many scholarships, a top student in the finance department. Unfortunately, she had contracted leukemia at such a young age, which was a pity.
The two didn't linger. The traffic light ahead turned green, and Lin Yan started the car, slowly driving towards the intersection ahead with the flow of traffic.
The H2R had fixed winglets instead of rearview mirrors on the sides, but Lin Yan had asked Matt to specially install an electronic rearview mirror. A perfectly sized screen was placed next to the center console, and a camera at the rear of the car clearly displayed the view behind.