Lu Qingqing was feeling hungry. She looked around and noticed the cook boiling syrup in a large iron pot, preparing to make candied sweet potatoes. Her eyes suddenly lit up. She grabbed a clean plate, laid a layer of yellowish multigrain pancakes on it, and carried it to the stove, saying sweetly, "Uncle Li, could you make some extra candied strings? Leave a plate for me; my boyfriend hasn't eaten yet!"
The cook was the go-to chef for both joyful and sad occasions in Baiguo Village, and naturally recognized Lu Qingqing. He let out a hearty laugh. As he dropped the fried sweet potato chunks into the pot, he said, "I already make a bit extra every time. How could I leave only leftovers for you two when your beau is with you? I'll serve you first!"
"Thank you, Uncle Li!"
Lu Qingqing carried a plate of candied sweet potatoes upstairs to enjoy with Fu Yisheng.
