longevity noodles

In an unremarkable alley in Chang'an City, there was an old man with white hair sitting on a bamboo chair, staring straight at the boiling water in the pot, and holding a handful of dried noodles in his hand.The cold winter wind blew, a pair of boots stepped on the bluestone slab and turned into the alley.The visitor's breath gradually subsided when he saw that the old man was still there: "Brother Yan, here is a bowl of noodles." The old man raised his cloudy eyes, and carefully looked at the visitor's eyebrows by the dim candlelight by the desk.The old man waved his hand, "You can't eat my bowl of noodles." Night Breeze lifted the cloth from a small bowl beside the table, and three clean eggs lay in it.The visitor didn't say a word, just took out a handful of womb cabbage from his pocket, and stood upright in front of the case.The water in the pot gradually boiled dry, and the old man finally turned off the stove and looked at the person coming. "This is the last year I've been here. Let's say goodbye this time, so I can take care of myself." The visitor shook his head, put the still fresh womb before the case, and turned around with uncontrollable joy.The old man looked at the handful of cabbage, and then at his back, the light in his eyes was getting darker and darker.When the visitor was about to walk out of the corner of the alley, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Chang Sheng's ten-year agreement has been completed, he won't be able to eat this bowl of noodles, so don't wait."