I listened to my sister's words today.

After watching the solemn flag-raising ceremony, the crowd in the square gradually dispersed.

Yun Yiruo stood on the side of the road, staring blankly at the opposite side of the street, with a hint of trance in her eyes, as if she had not completely recovered from her emotions.

The scene on the street was still very lively: some people were waving small national flags, and some were excitedly taking out their mobile phones to capture the unforgettable moments.

Someone, using a mobile phone video, said happily, "Mom, did you see that? This is Tiananmen Square!"

It seems that relatives far away in hometown can also feel the joy and excitement at this moment.

Perhaps, this is the most simple and affectionate romance of the Chinese people.

However, this solemn and romantic aftertaste was soon replaced by another kind of bustle - the aroma of oil smoke filled the air in front of the roadside snack stalls, and my stomach growled involuntarily.

Yun Yiruo suddenly came back to his senses and pointed at a stall selling steaming hand-pulled pancakes.

"Uncle! I want to eat that!"

The old man looked in the direction of her finger and nodded: "Okay, let's go buy it."

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, deftly flipping the flatbread on the iron plate. He looked up at the voice and asked enthusiastically, "What do you want to add?"

Yun Yiru squeezed to the front of the stall. Even with her small body on tiptoe, she couldn't quite reach the edge of the stall. She raised her voice and said, "Add ham and bacon!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The pancakes sizzled on the iron plate, and the golden crust gradually emitted an enticing aroma.

The ham and bacon are evenly placed on the pancake, rolled up and pressed on an iron plate. The crust is so crispy that it seems like it will fall apart with one bite.

The stall owner skillfully handed the pancake over: "Your hand-pulled pancake is ready!"

The old man had just paid when he pulled his sleeve again, looking eagerly at the other end: "Uncle! There are still fried noodles there!"

The old man hurriedly stopped her and waved his hand, saying, "Oh, I won't eat fried noodles this morning. They're too oily."

"I'll take you to eat something better. The taste is amazing!"

He took her hand and walked towards home. When they reached the entrance of the alley, a strong fragrance hit them. It was the familiar smell of old Beijing.

Following the aroma, I walked into a breakfast shop. The shop was crowded and the owner was skillfully flipping the fried liver in the pot.

Seeing the old man come in, he greeted him warmly: "Mr. Yun! Just got back from watching the flag-raising ceremony!"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, I haven't eaten at your house for a long time. I came to have a good meal today!"

"Order whatever you like!"

The old man glanced at the menu and announced, "I want a mending meat pie, tofu pudding, noodle soup, two bowls of noodles with soybean paste, four taels of steamed dumplings, and a stir-fried liver. Take it away."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The boss quickly wrote down the order and went back into the kitchen. Not long after, he brought out a bowl of steaming hot tofu pudding, with a layer of bright red oil floating on the broth, and the aroma was fragrant.

Yun Yiruo stared at the bowl of tofu pudding, scooped a spoonful with curiosity, put it in her mouth, and the next second, she frowned.

He quickly spit it out, yelling, "Uncle, this is spicy! Is there anything sweet?"

"Sweet?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Can tofu pudding be sweet?"

The boss nearby heard this and laughed: "No one likes sweet tofu pudding!"

The old man waved his hand, then nodded and said, "Please make me a sweet one!"

The boss wiped his hands and said with a smile: "It's just you. If someone else wanted sweet, I would have kicked them out long ago."

Soon, a bowl of sweet tofu pudding sprinkled with white sugar was served on the table.

Yun Yiruo took a bite, squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and whispered, "Sweet ones are still delicious!"

The old man's face was full of doting smile.

The boss walked out of the kitchen carefully, smiling, holding a large plate full of food.

At the same time, the old man who had been waiting on the side quickly walked forward and steadily took the plate handed to him by the boss.

After paying the bill, the old man took Yun Yiru's hand and walked back with the packed breakfast.

The streets gradually became noisier.

"Uncle, why doesn't anyone eat sweet tofu pudding?" Yun Yiruo tilted her head.

"Well, it's probably just a habit."

The old man smiled.

“Every place has its own flavor.”

"For example, here, everyone likes spicy food, and they find sweet tofu pudding strange."

"But when your uncle went to the south as a kid, everyone there ate sweets."

"If you like sweet food, then eat sweet food. There's nothing wrong with that."

Yun Yiru nodded, not quite understanding, and kept muttering, "Sweet ones are still delicious." Her small voice was full of determination.

"But you have to eat less of it. If you eat it every day, your little teeth will probably cry."

Yun Yiruo stuck out her tongue and continued to scoop the tofu pudding with a nonchalant look.

After a while, the two reached the end of the alley, where there was a quiet courtyard. The stone pavement was wet with morning dew, emitting a slightly moist scent.

When he got home, the old man carried a heavy breakfast bag in one hand and pushed the door open clumsily with the other, making a creaking sound that sounded particularly crisp in the quiet morning.

The sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard from the room, accompanied by the faint aroma of stew.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the person who was busy in the kitchen immediately stopped what he was doing and hurried over.

"Hey, Dad, these are so many big and small bags."

Uncle Yun came over and took the bag of breakfast that looked full from the old man's hand with a smile, but before he could finish his words, a little head popped out from behind the door. It was Yun Yiru.

Her little face was slightly flushed, and there were a few golden pancake crumbs hanging at the corners of her mouth. She looked like she had just experienced a "victory" in stealing food.

"Auntie!" Yun Yiruo acted coquettishly, and swiftly stuffed the pancake that she had only taken two bites of into Uncle Yun's hand, and then threw herself into Luo's mother's arms.

Luo's mother reached out and took the small bag that the child was holding. She smiled gently and shook her head: "Look at you, there are still crumbs around your mouth, little greedy cat, eating as you go, don't you?"

Yun Yiruo blinked her big eyes, tilted her head and smiled slyly, explaining in a baby voice, "No! I just took two bites."

After saying that, he rubbed against Luo's mother's arms like a kitten.

The old lady at the side heard the sound and came over, helping the old man and gently taking the other bag of breakfast from his hand.

His eyes fell on the familiar wrapping paper, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Wow, I thought that old breakfast shop had closed down a long time ago. I didn't expect to still be able to eat there."

"How could that be possible!" A hint of pride appeared on the old man's face.

"I took a detour to get here today. Their business is even better than before, and the line out the door is incredibly long. The boss even recognized me and gave me a fried egg."

"No wonder you came back late!"

Luo's mother answered with a smile in her eyes, and lowered her head to organize the things in the bag.

The old man snorted lightly, turned around and sat on the sofa, rubbing his slightly sore wrist while speaking casually yet seriously.

"The taste of this old shop is still the same. It hasn't changed in decades. I'd feel sorry for myself if I didn't try it once!"

The whole family was immediately amused by the joke, and the living room was filled with warmth and laughter.

When Yun Yiru heard the word "fried eggs", she grabbed Luo's mother's sleeve with her little hand and shook it: "I want to eat fried eggs, the salty kind!" This sentence made the whole family laugh again.