106 Auntie: Cool and composed, sharp-tongued and ruthless.

The sky was slightly bright, with a crescent moon hanging in the east and few stars, only the morning star was particularly conspicuous.

An old man, with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, walked through the lanes, followed by a young girl in her early twenties.

"It's been only a little over a year since I've been back, but Pingjiang has changed a lot. I remember there used to be vendors selling fried dough sticks and pancakes in the morning, but not anymore."

"I also wanted to bring Wanwan some glutinous rice lotus root, but I can't find that store anywhere."

"I'm old now; I've only walked a few steps, but look at the sweat on my hands."

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The old man continued as he walked forward, "Do you think we came too early? Their family hasn't gotten up yet."

"No, Uncle Tang often gets up early with the birds for exercise; sometimes he's out by five," the girl's voice was clear and crisp.