Winter mornings in Chengdu were usually sunny. Sometimes, it would be cloudy, but the mornings were usually brighter.
Yan Ming had always come for breakfast. After all, he was a man of his word. Of course, he had to do the work he had to do, but a large part of it was arranged after breakfast. If he wanted the horse to run fast, he had to feed the horse grass, and it had to be full.
"I wonder what kind of breakfast head chef Yuan will prepare today. I'm really looking forward to it."
Yan Ming's mind was filled with the famous snacks of Zhe province, such as zongzi, steamed buns, dumplings, wonton, and mantou. Anyway, as long as it was something that could be eaten in the morning, he had gone through it once. In this way, he would be able to guess what kind of breakfast Yuan Zhou would provide.
