"The ringtone of 'The Insect Flies', the sunset about to disappear into the horizon looked like a salty duck egg yolk, and the whole sky seemed like the egg white wrapped around this yolk."
When Lin Shuang was very young, his family's financial condition was once very tough, tough enough that salty duck eggs were a rare item.
He once saw an advertisement for sizzling salty duck eggs on a large rear-projection TV at Wanwan's house.
Little Lin Shuang stood in front of the TV, more engrossed than watching lingerie catwalk shows or Digimon, swallowing loudly while staring at that image, so loudly that his little sister Xiao Han could hear him and asked what delicious food he saw.
"It looks really delicious, these duck eggs, Xiao Han, and they're sizzling with oil."
"Brother Shuang, are you sure you weren't watching pretty girls catwalking?"
"Pretty girls can't be eaten."
"Sister Wan said you often sneakily watch pretty girls catwalk."
"Don't listen to her nonsense! I didn't!"
