Pei Qin didn't want to get up too early either. Last night, Jiujiu clung to her and wanted to sleep together, so the two of them hogged the bed and squeezed Mo Heng to the edge.
The one with unsatisfied desires woke up before dawn, whisked the still-sleeping girl out of bed, and came back hoping for compensation. Pei Qin had to make preserved eggs today and was still thinking about the morning's matters. If he really started making a fuss, the whole morning would be wasted.
Pei Qian followed her out. "Are we buying soy milk or tofu pudding?" They often bought these two items for breakfast since they were inconvenient to make at home.
"Let's buy both," Pei Qin said, heading though towards the west end of the village.
Pei Qian was even more puzzled. At the west end, there was a bun shop, but they didn't sell soy milk or tofu pudding—only savory soup.
