The living room lights are already on.
A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the long rosewood dining table.
Hearing Jiang Qingwan come downstairs, Jiang Chaoyue looked up, put down her chopsticks, and smiled, "You really kept your word, you're really going to accompany me for morning exercise. You got up so early."
Jiang Qingwan sat down on the chair next to her and returned the smile, "Of course. How could I go back on my word? I'm not that kind of person, okay?"
Jiang Qingwan picked up her chopsticks and took some candied plum tomatoes from the front of her. She also ate seafood and scallion pancakes. Today's porridge was walnut and black sesame paste, which was quite healthy.
"These are all delicious!" Jiang Qingwan tasted them all and praised them generously.
"Then why don't you move in with us? You insist on living in your rented room. Even the house that's been transferred to your name won't be lived in. You just love living in that shabby little rented room," Jiang Chaoyue scolded with concern.
"No, no, how can we tell the landlord about that rented room? He'll be crying! It's a minimalist style! It's definitely not as luxurious and extravagant as our place. Otherwise, what would we do with all the money we earn?" Jiang Qingwan quickly retorted.
Without the eyesore of the low-class white lotus Jiang Si, and without the biased and seemingly dim-witted Jiang Mu and Fang Xin, the meal was doubly delicious.
"That's wonderful," Jiang Qingwan thought to herself.
We need to stock up on more dishes made by chefs when we get back, otherwise there won't be any professionally prepared dishes like these in the post-apocalyptic world.
"Let's go, I've finished eating. Let's go out." Jiang Qingwan looked at Jiang Chaoyue, who was scrolling through the morning news, and said.
"Okay." Jiang Chaoyue picked up the black thermal hat hanging on the clothes rack, put it on, and walked out the door with Jiang Qingwan.
The streets were deserted at five in the morning. Jiang Chaoyue and Jiang Qingwan didn't encounter anyone along the way, only the biting cold wind.
Jiang Qingwan and Jiang Chaoyue ran along the road, a slow jog the whole way, just as a warm-up. When they reached the nearby park, they felt quite warm, perfect for continuing their workout.
The streets inside and outside the park are completely different; there are quite a few early risers in the park.
Some were using fitness equipment to exercise, some were playing badminton in pairs, and others were probably chatting on benches after exercising for a while.
Jiang Chaoyue joined the large group practicing Tai Chi and started practicing from behind. Her movements were very standard, showing that she was a regular member of the Tai Chi group here.
Jiang Qingwan chose an empty seat on a nearby stone bench, propped herself up with her hands, stretched out her legs, and lazily said, "Grandpa, I've already exceeded my exercise quota for today. I'm not moving anymore, haha. I'll wait for you here."
"I know, I know, I knew you weren't that into exercising." Jiang Chaoyue raised her hand and waved, looking quite out of place among the neatly arranged Tai Chi group.
"Sit down. I'll call you when I get back," Jiang Chaoyue added during a break from boxing.
Although Jiang Qingwan didn't move around, she didn't feel cold at five in the morning.
Jiang Qingwan knew this must be because she was now a cultivator. Cultivating immortality was wonderful, amazing, absolutely fantastic! Jiang Qingwan secretly gloated.
Jiang Qingwan called the owner of her favorite breakfast stall near her old rented apartment. "Hey, boss, I'm treating someone to lunch later. I'm buying all the steamed buns with different fillings that you made this morning! And fried dough sticks too!"
"Are you sure, Xiao Jiang? If you don't want it later, I might have to go and have a word with the gossipy old ladies in the neighborhood," the shopkeeper asked responsibly again, adding a joking warning.
"Don't worry, boss. I want everything. I want as much as you have in stock right now. I love it so much. I want to promote your breakfast shop to others."
"I'm here at Anhe Park with my grandpa as he exercises. I'll come over and pick it up from you as soon as he leaves."
"Okay. We still have some homemade wontons and dumplings that I froze in the freezer. Would you like some?" the owner enthusiastically offered.
"Yes, yes. I'll transfer the deposit to you via VAT later. You can calculate the amount later, and I'll come pick it up then."
"Then let's start with a deposit of 500 yuan. You've contacted me quite early; I haven't sold much yet. I still have a lot of stock," the shop owner said after a moment's thought, giving a deposit price.
"No problem. I'll hang up now and transfer the money to you." Jiang Qingwan replied, then hung up the phone, found the name of the owner of Xinxin Breakfast Shop on the app, entered the transfer amount, and completed the payment with her fingerprint in one smooth motion.
The boss replied with a soybean emoji, a grinning face, and "okay".
Seeing this, Jiang Qingwan closed the interface with relief and opened the forum that everyone usually uses. Jiang Qingwan wanted to see if anyone had any premonition about the apocalypse, and whether everyone had just suddenly and passively accepted the arrival of the apocalypse.
Ironically, the very first post was quite controversial.
Title: We're almost at the turn of the century, and I have a feeling things aren't going smoothly lately! Do any of you feel the same way?
"Yes, yes, it feels like the tension between country A and country E is getting even stronger!" This is a reply from a netizen who is concerned about the international situation.
"The weather has been a bit unpredictable lately! Today it's sunny, tomorrow it's freezing rain!"
"Can someone upstairs give me the coordinates? I'm in Shanshi."
"I'm in Lake City, and it's like this here too! I guess this is the case for a large part of our country."
"Yes, yes, the natural environment seems to be in bad shape lately. The place I work is not good, and when I asked my parents, they said the place in our hometown is not good either."
"Don't even mention it, you're experiencing freezing rain where you are. Here, we're having a sandstorm. My electric scooter, parked in the neighborhood, looks like it's been sitting there for ten years from upstairs—it's incredibly dirty!"
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