The small courtyard was cool in the early morning.
An Ning, who was washing her face, got goosebumps when she heard the big man call out "Second Brother An."
An Guoming came out of the house and greeted the big man familiarly.
"Da Zhuang, you bought so much good food."
The big man, looking a bit shy, replied, "It's nothing special, just something to fill the stomach."
An Guoming immediately disagreed. "What more could you want? I'm telling you, this is way better than what I ate back in the village."
An Ning looked at the table covered in steamed buns, shumai, fried dough sticks, soy milk, soft tofu pudding, steamed bread, pickled vegetables, and white congee...
It seemed the big man had prepared everything one could possibly have for breakfast.
An Ning was called over to sit down. She picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite, then froze.
"Second Brother An, have some congee."
"Second Brother An, eat a shumai."
"Second Brother An, here's a bowl of soy milk."
