A duck-like old voice
was calling ‘Steamed egg…’ as he strolled down the street from
far to near, he was wearing a wide and long shirt with short pants, a middle-aged
man, his look was not too old, both
hands were carrying aluminium steam grid, when he opened the lid, steaming bowls of pale
yellow slippery and tender steamed
eggs revealed before our eyes, he placed the steamed egg on a dish with a small porcelain spoon beside it,
and brought the bowl of steaming egg to the customers, with ginger
mixed with sugar in
the steamed egg, it slides down
from the mouth to the throat, every
child swallowed a few mouthfuls and yet the greedy looks still remains…

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