"Coming, coming!" Lin Xiang jogged over with her jacket on, "I've got everything ready, let's go."
Sun drove steadily, and not a single river shrimp in the wooden bucket swayed out.
The sky was just getting light, and the late autumn weather brought a thin mist. The road was dark with low visibility, turning the usual half-hour journey into a full forty minutes today.
When Lin Xiang arrived at the state-run restaurant, it was just past seven-thirty, and a long line had already formed at the entrance, all vying for big meat buns.
As soon as Lin Xiang reached the door, a few meat buns were shoved into her arms. She looked up to see Chef Shen's cheerful face. "Rushing over so early, you probably haven't had breakfast yet, right? Have some buns first to tide you over. When you're done, we need to start cooking."
