Jiang Zhixun wasn't around, so Shen Qingqing came downstairs half an hour later than usual.
Everyone else in the family had already had breakfast; those who needed to go to work went to work, and those who wanted to take a walk went for a walk.
Only Madam Jiang was in the living room, watching TV and knitting a sweater at the same time.
Finishing it in advance so it would be ready to wear when the weather turned cold.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Madam Jiang put down her work and hurried to the kitchen to bring out breakfast.
She called Shen Qingqing to sit down, "I've steamed some soup dumplings, hurry and eat while they're hot."
Besides the soup dumplings, there were also some cold dishes, one meat and one vegetable.
Simple, but all quite appetizing.
The weather was getting hotter and appetites might worsen, so having some sour and spicy cold dishes was quite nice.
Shen Qingqing said, "Mom, please eat some more."
"I just ate, I won't have more."
