The heavy rain started to fall on Thursday morning, but it didn't let up until Friday morning, when it finally turned into a light drizzle.
Shen Yuan watched the drizzling rain outside his window, figuring he probably wouldn't be able to get a ride to school from Old Li today.
That's right. For the past two days of heavy rain, Shen Yuan had been getting a ride to school from Old Li.
And for the past two days, he'd been eating the loving breakfasts Old Li made for his daughter.
Wednesday was sandwiches, and Thursday was breakfast burritos.
And you know, you really couldn't deny it—they were actually pretty good.
"Ah, I won't get to eat Uncle Li's breakfast today. This is torture," Shen Yuan sighed with a look of regret as the elevator descended.
Li Zhi, standing beside him, saw his crestfallen expression and quickly comforted him. "Don't be sad. You may not get to eat Old Li's breakfast, but you can have mine."
