The next morning, Leng Shaofeng woke up early.
He still remembered that there was a very famous breakfast shop in the county town, an old shop that had been open for decades, only available in the mornings. They usually served from four in the morning to around nine, and if you went late, there would be nothing left.
Driving over there, it was still the same old shop, with a dilapidated storefront, seemingly no different from the shop in his memory.
The shop was already crowded with people. Jiang Xiaobai walked in, and this shop offered only five types of breakfast, and he ordered all five of them.
He had a hearty meal, wishing he could order all the breakfasts again, but unfortunately, his stomach was already full.
After paying, he left the breakfast shop, got in the car, and drove straight to Songlin Town.
In those days, the road from the county town to Songlin Town was still gravel, bumpy all the way, but it did not affect Jiang Xiaobai's mood of returning home at all.
