"Sister, are you hungry? Are you going to have a midnight snack..."

"Well... no... don't eat... stop feeding me... ask my husband... the beach... it's fun..."

"..."

I don't know if I'm talking in my sleep or what I'm doing.

The girl in the dark started talking nonsense.

Xu Xin was a little funny, but he didn't bother him and walked into the bathroom quietly.

After washing my face to feel refreshed, I checked the time... and found that it was past 12 o'clock.

He is very hungry.

However, I am not very good at cooking.

After thinking about it, I brushed my teeth and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

I originally wanted to ask Jay Chou...but as soon as he left the house, he heard a snoring sound.

Go out through the door.

That's right, he has a bad spine and snores normally.

have to.

Go downstairs.

Bird quietly went downstairs. Sun Ting and Dani were curled up on the long sofa, wrapped in blankets and sleeping soundly.

Good guy...

Not to mention that he doesn't know how to cook, even if he could, he wouldn't be so unethical as to go to the kitchen and make people wake up in their dreams.

Yes, let’s go out to eat.

When I went out today, I chatted with Jay Chou in the car. His home is very close to the MRT.

At first, Xu Xin didn't realize what the MRT was. After Jay Chou explained it, he understood... Oh, it's just the subway.

This is the terminus of the R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT. Because the housing prices in Taipei are high and the scenery here is very nice, many migrant workers and renters come here to rent.

House to live in.

According to Jay Chou, there are many late-night snack stalls at the entrance of the MRT.

It’s not far anyway, so let’s go there.

It just so happens that you can also see the local customs and customs of Wanwan Province at night.

Thinking of this, he brought the camera at the door.

I want to observe the life in this place.

He went out quietly. According to his memory during the day, he took two... Let's call them alleys. Except for the main road, everything else here is quite narrow. Then he saw the MRT subway station in the direction of the main road.

.

Not to mention, there are really a lot of people there.

There were also pedestrians walking in twos and threes walking this way, and they all looked tired.

The R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT runs from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m. The last bus leaves from Taipei at 12 p.m. It takes about 40 minutes.

Xu Xin started to calculate the commuting costs of these people while walking near the temporary stalls with strong smoke and smoke at the entrance of the subway station.

It takes 80 minutes to go back and forth, including the time it takes to leave home and get off work.

According to the ideal fifteen minutes each, that would be 110 minutes.

This is still the most ideal state.

If you need to transfer to the subway on the way, or if your home is far away, this time will need to be longer.

In other words... those who commute in big cities spend at least two hours on the road every day.

In the final analysis, it is Taipei’s high rent and cost of living.

What about Yanjing?

Although the situation in Yanjing is not like this yet, after all, there are many basements or villages in the city. Some are even a little exaggerated. A two-bedroom apartment of 70 to 80 square meters can be renovated, and six or seven people can live in it...

But he always felt that it should be similar to here in the future.

So...it boils down to a house?

Or house prices?

The cost of housing is too high, so they have to spend two hours a day... or even more time commuting between the two places. But working hours are dead, so what they sacrifice is actually personal time.

Sleep one hour less and go to bed one hour earlier every day... Reduce social interaction, reduce relaxation, and even reduce some trade-offs that are not necessities of life...

Save money, save money...

If things continue like this...

For some reason, a sentence came to his mind.

Inexplicable words.

"High housing prices are killing the dreams of young people."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little ironic.

Because...the ideas I gave to my family seemed to follow this path.

I don’t know if this counts as being both responsible and established?

Huh? What is being and standing at the same time?

My mind was confused for a while, but I had already arrived at these stalls.

The stalls with the most people are the two stalls.

One oyster omelette and one Grandpa noodles.

The two stalls should be together. Many people are sitting at the small table or eating the thin noodles. If two people eat together, there will be a golden oyster omelette on a stainless steel plate in the middle.

.

There were many people but few tables. Xu Xin even heard people over there asking, "Is there anyone here?" as if they wanted to share a table.

He temporarily put aside these too complex propositions and walked to the stall:

"A bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

Upon hearing his accent, the boss who was cooking noodles was a little surprised. After looking up, he asked:

"Hum, handsome mainlander, this is the soup base of bonito head, hum. Are you used to eating it?"

"...What kind of fish is bonito?"

Xu Xin was a little confused.

"Uh... it's just... it's just bonito... Here, you try it. If you get used to it, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, the boss used a disposable paper cup to scoop some soup into a bucket.

Xu Xin took it and took a sip...

I didn't think there was anything special.

Quite fresh.

Some people don’t understand why the boss would ask himself this?

What do you mean? I don’t think people in mainland China have ever tasted fish soup?

He was a little speechless...but it was definitely not easy to ask. If he asked, he might hurt the feelings of the people in both places.

This is a bigger proposition, and he can't afford it.

After all, this thing is too sensitive...

So he nodded:

"Yes, a bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

"Want some sauce?"

"Sha...ketchup, right? No."

Looking at the Heinz ketchup pointed by the boss, Xu Xin shook his head.

"Okay, sit down."

"Um."

Xu Xin responded, found a seat with an empty seat, and asked politely:

"Is there anyone here?"

The three people raised their heads together, and one of them stared at the camera with a lens hanging on his chest for a moment, and then said:
To be continued...