The typhoon hadn't approached yet, but a fine sea breeze was already whipping up on the island.
At the breakfast stall, Xu Qingyan was sitting on a small plastic folding stool. In front of him was a table full of carbohydrate breakfast gathered from various places, his expression rather complex.
Pork offal soup, a series of steamed dumplings, dried seafood noodles, pan-fried buns, seafood congee, braised pig's feet, ginger brown sugar eggs, crawfish, and that six yuan soy milk.
"Can you finish it all?" Shen Jinyue asked.
He held his forehead, somewhat speechlessly said, "Isn't it because you insisted on following me? At least half of this is what you bought, Shen Jinyue. Are you a pig or something?"
"Hmph, Mind your own business!" Shen Jinyue puffed out her chest, the small watermelons trembling slightly, and spoke righteously, "Sister Zhou Zhou said it's okay!"
