She has a watch that she bought when she got married. When she is not wearing it, she puts it next to her pillow to check the time.
It was already daybreak outside, but there was no movement in the main house. No one should have woken up yet. Tang Huan deliberately made sure his footsteps were light as he walked in the yard.
I finished washing up at around five o'clock, and arrived at school at six fifty in the morning.
She took the money and ran to the kitchen to find two aluminum lunch boxes. Tang Huan quietly went out the door. There was a breakfast shop near her home, and she wanted to buy some breakfast.
The lunch box has a large capacity. One lunch box can hold two bowls of porridge, and two lunch boxes are just enough for four people.
There aren't many people coming for breakfast, so you can get a turn as soon as you get there.
Rice porridge with pickles and freshly fried dough sticks makes you salivate just by looking at it.
Tang Huan couldn't help himself and ordered a single portion of dine-in food for himself, and then packed it up when he left.
The freshly fried dough sticks are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Stuffing a few pickles in the middle of the dough sticks adds an extra layer of flavor.
Tang Huan lowered his head and ate his meal without even raising it.
Only when someone walked over and sat down opposite her did she have to look up. After all, there were still many empty seats in the store, so it wasn't to the point where there was no place to sit and they had to share a table.
"You're up so early?" Meng Zeyan was used to the army's work and rest schedule. He woke up early and wanted to buy some breakfast, but he accidentally caught Tang Huan eating breakfast.
"Yeah." There was still half a fried dough stick in his hand. Tang Huan didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.
He wouldn't think she was eating alone, would he?
Should she put the fried dough sticks down?
Meng Zeyan reached out and took the lunch box on the table. "I was wondering why I couldn't find the lunch box? So you brought it. You eat first, I'll go buy some food."
Tang Huan nodded, lowered his head and took a bite of the fried dough stick. With the lunch box as evidence, he should know that she was here to buy breakfast, right?
There are a little more people now, and there is a queue at the window.
Meng Zeyan was queuing up to buy food, and Tang Huan lowered his head and continued eating, quietly speeding up his eating, wanting to finish eating and leave before Meng Zeyan got in line to buy his food.
Half of the porridge was left, and a small plate was placed next to her bowl, with a braised brown tea egg on it.
Thinking it was given to her by Meng Zeyan, Tang Huan quickly raised her head and refused: "Brother, I don't want to eat it."
She looked up and found that the man standing next to her was not Meng Zeyan. He looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where he was.
"Eat, brother's treating you! I know you're having a hard time, and just drinking porridge won't do." The man thought Tang Huan was calling him brother, and he winked intentionally or unintentionally while speaking.
Tang Huan pushed the small plate to the side, lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge, his voice a little low: "Thank you, I... don't need it."
The man pushed the small plate to her bowl again, not giving up. "Try it, their tea eggs are really delicious. I'll treat you!"
Tang Huan stopped holding the spoon. She wanted to finish the remaining porridge.
Putting down the spoon, Tang Huan stood up and quickly walked away in the other direction without even looking at the man.
She felt that he looked familiar and must have seen him before, and the most likely possibility was that he was a neighbor nearby.
No matter what he was thinking, Tang Huan didn't want to have any contact with him.
She knew her identity, a widow whose husband had passed away. Widows were always surrounded by gossip, and she didn't want to have a bad reputation and bring trouble to the Meng family.
Meng Zeyan watched Tang Huan run out and looked at Liang Erban who was sitting in Tang Huan's seat.
Liang Erban not only sat down, but also took the porridge that Tang Huan hadn't finished and placed it in front of him, then smiled and began to peel the tea eggs. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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