Old Zhao didn't manage to have dinner last night and was troubled by it all night long. At five o'clock in the morning, just as Song Tan's family was getting up, he was already squatting at their doorstep!
He had intended to complain that Song Tan had led him on for a meal yesterday, but as soon as he opened his mouth, for some reason, what came out was—
"What's for breakfast?"
What's for breakfast?
They had to catch fish early in the morning, and that was hard labor; they needed to eat something substantial to fill their bellies. Seventh Uncle had specially cooked a pot of rice last night to save for the morning, and now, he tapped the large spoon:
"Garlic sprout egg fried rice, want some?"
Green garlic sprouts were simply chopped into segments and stir-fried with the golden eggs and leftover rice. The pork belly from a stewed pot was crisped in the pan as well. Served alongside was a bowl of snow-white, slightly sourdough dumpling soup...