Hearing the term 'Third Uncle', Qiao Xiyan raised his eyebrows. Why are they so close after a night?
Fu Chen raised his hand and flicked his pants leg. No wonder she stressed to me last night that I'm not allowed to threaten her with this matter anymore. Seems like she tricked me.
She's young but quite vengeful.
"Since you're all here, quickly eat." Uncle Nian called them to the dining table.
On the table were some sesame seed pastries, a bunch of sugar fritters, and a few bowls of soft bean curd.
"Last time you were here, you had breakfast with Wanwan outside. These are Beijing speciality breakfast items. Have a taste." Uncle Nian stood at the side and waited for Qiao Xiyan to comment on them.
Morning tea was popular in Suzhou. The dishes were exquisite and quite different from those in Beijing. He held a spoon and scooped some bean curd. It was tender and smooth, as white as jade and as tender as fat.
