Nora Smith slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw Asher Hawn coming to his eyes with breakfast.
Nora Smith looked at the clock on the wall. It was half past nine.
She was a little surprised: "Isn't today Monday? Why haven't you gone to work yet?"
Asher Hawn raised his eyebrows and put his dumplings in front of Nora Smith: "It doesn't matter."
Nora Smith smoked the corners of his mouth. Is this why I am the boss and I am willful?
But it seems she's the boss, too.
At the thought of this, Nora Smith came to his senses.
Looking at the dumplings in front of him, Nora Smith's eyes suddenly shone.
I haven't eaten the dumplings of that family in the street for a long time. It has always been famous, and I have to queue up for a long time to eat a meal.
"When did you buy it?"
Nora Smith asked, taking the dumplings from Asher Hawn and eating them in big mouthfuls.
"I forgot."