674. Qiaoqiao's Morning_1

At 4:30 in the morning, when the sky had just started to show a faint glimmer of color, Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma slowly pushed open the gate to Song Tan's yard.

Four dogs under the corridor lifted their heads in unison, but seeing a familiar face, they silently lay back down without a peep.

Not long after, they all raised their heads again, looking towards the right side.

There on the outside staircase, Qiaoqiao was cheerfully running down the steps and asked with a laugh,

"Seventh Uncle, what are we eating today?"

What to eat is often the most headache-inducing question for people who cook, but not for Seventh Uncle. Ever since he knew that Qian Tianfu was coming over, he had been harboring frustration, almost wishing he could spend all 12 hours of the day on cooking. These past few days, everyone had really enjoyed a variety of fresh dishes!

Now, he waved Qiaoqiao over again.