Some people and things are like fallen leaves and white dew in autumn. They usually drift away and turn into water vapor, gather into nameless clouds, or they have decayed into mud and accumulated over time to support new life. But suddenly in the bleak season, When a gust of wind comes, you will remember. ?The McDonald's next to the roundabout in Section 5 of Minsheng East Road in Taipei is such a store for me.

After graduating from college and moving north, I lived in Minsheng Community for eight years, two full years of college. It has become a symbol of another hometown. No matter where I move, I always think of this simple community. They all still feel like home. Minsheng Community was the first urban-planned community in Taiwan in the 1960s. It built an airport, schools at all levels, and set up hospitals within an area of ??more than 100 hectares. There was also green space and parks everywhere. Because it is the first experimental site for undergrounding electric wires, the entire Minsheng East Road from the east of Dunhua North Road does not have the disorder of wire poles entwined with wires. Instead, there are scattered trees on both sides of the street, which are green in spring, summer, autumn and winter. With proper planning, many public education personnel and art practitioners gradually moved in, and the people's livelihood community gradually formed a unique cultural scene. Old low-rise buildings are often renovated and decorated with ingenuity, and various gourmet restaurants and cafes bloom here. In the golden age before the age of thirty, I almost walked, ate, breathed, cried and laughed in this community. Here you can find all kinds of delicacies at your fingertips, but it is this small and inconspicuous McDonald's breakfast shop that I miss the most. Not for anything else, just for the people and relationships that are kept secret in life.

McVidden is a common chain of Taiwanese breakfast restaurants, often opened in alleys where families gather. The signboard has green characters on a white background, and the name is a Chinese transliteration of the English My Warm Day. The food selection of a Taiwanese breakfast restaurant must be unimaginably rich. It not only offers Chinese-style egg pancakes and carrot cakes, but also caters to changes in Western eating habits. It also provides French toast, Japanese curry rice, pasta, stew, etc. The flow of rice. If you know the boss well, you may be able to get some hidden versions of the meals. The proprietress of the McDonald's restaurant in Yuanhuan is an aunt about fifty years old. She has a bright white round face, neat facial features, a pair of slender eyes with two thin lips, and a somewhat round figure. Overall, Kind-hearted and kind-hearted. She goes to the store at three o'clock every morning to prepare ingredients, and opens the door on time at six o'clock to greet customers when the sky is dim. I have been there several times when there are few people and cars in the city, and she is always in high spirits and remembers accurately every time. Write down your preferences and habits. Sitting on a small and simple table and chair in the quiet morning, there is still a bit of morning coolness in the air. I will flip through the newspapers in the store, or put on headphones to listen to the audio. In about five minutes, my aunt will quickly serve hot food. Teng early, everything is so predictable, day after day. What I most often order is an egg pancake with tuna and a cup of fresh milk tea. The egg pancake crust is made of flour and has a elastic texture. It tastes especially warm when paired with hard-boiled eggs. The slightly salty tuna filling is mixed with a little black pepper, which stands out soon after you eat it. Occasionally dipped in Taiwanese soy sauce, the salty and sweet taste is like a daily morning ritual, a step to wake up. If it is a holiday, Auntie will chat with you even if you are not in a hurry. She knows where roads are going to be rebuilt and housing prices are rising and falling. She also knows the residents' living patterns, family composition, and even career advancement. She can be said to be a know-it-all in the community. She not only has the smell of breakfast food, but also the market flavor that is close to life, vivid and friendly.

Later on, I gradually became a senior person with little work experience. My job changed, my young love also disappeared, and my aunt’s McDonald’s was still there in all weathers. I remember that after we moved, I would go around to eat the familiar meals. My aunt was curious about where I was. After I briefly explained the changes in my life, she always told me to take care of myself and visit her more often. The last time I saw her, she said she had macular degeneration in her eyes and it seemed difficult to run a breakfast shop. She was hesitant to leave, and I felt extremely sad. After a lot of busy work, we drove to the roundabout where the original location had been replaced by a Western-style dessert shop. It was a pity that we didn't say goodbye. Maybe there is no need to say goodbye, a little bit of true love in the vast sea of ??people is the fuel for warm days. To this day, I still like to eat tuna omelette, and the taste is different in every corner.