Old Zhao got up early in the morning to drive from the urban area to Song Tan's home. As soon as he got out of the car, he clicked his tongue in admiration:
"I haven't been here in months, but you've gone from a slingshot to a cannon, this road is so comfortable to travel on! It only took me just over an hour from the vegetable market!"
The weather was cold, and when he spoke, he exhaled a puff of white breath, feeling the not-so-warm morning sun and couldn't help but rub his hands and ask:
"Have you... eaten breakfast yet?"
Song Tan helplessly replied: "The food is in the pot."
He said he was coming to see the Kudzu Root Powder, but here he was at 8 o'clock in the morning, in the dead of winter. What was he really here for? Everyone knew the answer.
"Alright!" Old Zhao scampered into the kitchen.
Sweet potato congee with spicy sour sweet potato stems, plus two salty duck egg and sausage rice balls per person, and breakfast was all set!