But when it came time to eat, Xiao Hu still held a large bowl, filled to the brim with steamed buns made from fine white flour, as he entered the eastern room.
He had eaten here many times before and knew his way around. He took off his shoes, climbed onto the heated brick bed, and sat cross-legged at the table. He picked up a bun and placed it in an empty bowl in front of He Xuerong, boasting, "Rongrong, the buns my mom, Li Mingguang's mom, makes are the best in the world. Take a bite, and you'll see how delicious they are…"
He Xiuyu slowly ladled porridge for everyone, while Qiao Qingyu set out the pickled vegetables dish and placed He Xiuyu's stir-fried shredded potatoes in the center of the kang table.
Qiao Qingyu observed the two future antagonists with interest. They were both textbook examples of anti-social personalities with twisted hearts.
They had committed many infuriating and contemptible deeds.
Yet at this moment, they were obediently and quietly eating their buns.
