Today, Nong Chun still prepared seafood soup with bread for breakfast.
Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou were not picky eaters. They would eat whatever was available, and coupled with Nong Chun's decent culinary skills, a pot full of seafood soup was quickly devoured by the three of them, leaving even the steamed bread beside it eaten clean.
Seeing how much Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou enjoyed the bread, Nong Chun felt a bit happy, but he also sighed. His grandmother had originally packed him a large bag of bread in his suitcase, which Nong Chun had transferred into his backpack. A few days earlier, Huo Ziheng had rummaged through and found it, and they had eaten half a bag. With the consumption over the past few days, there was hardly any left. At best, there was enough for one more meal, and then it would be gone.
