In the bustling streets, there is a small tea and egg stand. Lao Zhang, the stall owner, skillfully boiled a pot of fragrant tea eggs, with his usual warm smile on his face, beckoning passers-by.
Then a woman came. She was dressed plainly, her eyes stared intently at the tea eggs on the stall, this look, that look, left pick, right pick. Lao Zhang watched from the side, the smile on his face gradually became a little stiff, and he couldn't help asking, "Girl, how many do you want?" ”
The woman didn't raise her head, and said softly, "One." ”
Lao Zhang was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the woman's bag, and he couldn't help but say, "Don't you have one in the bag?" ”
The woman paused slightly, looked at the eggs in the bag, and then continued to pick them up. Lao Zhang was full of doubts, what is this woman picking?
The people around him also cast curious glances and whispered about it.
The woman seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, carefully studying each tea egg, and from time to time picking it up and shaking it gently to listen to the sound inside.
Lao Zhang couldn't help it, and spoke again: "Girl, these tea eggs are almost the same, what are you picking?" ”
The woman raised her head, a hint of embarrassment on her face, and said, "Boss, I just want to pick a better one." ”
Lao Zhang couldn't cry or laugh: "How much difference can this tea egg have?" ”
The woman bit her lip, hesitated, and said, "I heard that some eggs are laid by roosters and some are laid by hens, and I want to pick one from hens." ”
When Lao Zhang heard this, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears: "Girl, you are really unheard of!" What kind of eggs do the eggs fall from the rooster and the hen! ”
The woman's face turned red all of a sudden, she lowered her head, and muttered in a low voice: "I just heard that the eggs laid by the rooster are not nutritious." ”
The people around couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.
Lao Zhang shook his head helplessly: "Girl, don't listen to those words that have no shadow, these tea eggs are all the same, you can take any one and ensure that it is delicious." ”
The woman hesitated again and again, and finally picked one, paid and left in a hurry.
Lao Zhang looked at her distant back, smiled helplessly, and continued to greet the other guests.
The woman walked down the road, still wondering if the egg she picked was good. She also knows that her behavior may be a little ridiculous, but she just can't help but want to pursue that little bit of "perfection".