Early in the morning, Ji Yun sat at the breakfast stall, gnawing on a golden deep-fried dough stick, amidst the old street's loudspeaker announcements.
He tore it from the middle in a way that displayed the elegance a Lan City man should possess, dipped it in soy milk, and took a bite, the fragrance overflowing.
Halfway through the dough stick, as Ji Yun was about to pick up the other half, a dark hand suddenly reached out, then someone sat down across from him and started wolfing down food voraciously.
Ji Yun looked up, thinking it was a beggar.
But upon closer inspection, he realized it was his father, Ji Heshan, who had run away from home several days ago.
Ji Heshan looked as if he had come back from a mine pit, not only looking utterly exhausted but also tore and bit without any regard for his image, and he snatched the soy milk bowl Ji Yun had been drinking from, gulping it down.
"Boss, another bowl of soy milk, two dough sticks," Ji Yun called out.
