It was a rare treat. For the first time since she'd been on the road, she actually had a good night's sleep, perhaps because she subconsciously felt safer in the courtyard house than at the guesthouse.
When Xu Changqing woke up and came out, it seemed no one was up yet—not Shen Weimin's group, who had stayed up talking until who knows when, nor He Xiaotong and He Jianmin, who were in the West Wing Room across the way.
It seemed none of them were up yet, and she could even hear snoring. 'And whose shameless, thunderous snoring is that?' she wondered.
After washing up, Xu Changqing saw it was already six o'clock. Without hesitation, she packed her meal tins into a net bag, grabbed a thermos, and headed out the door.
Not far from the alley's entrance was a breakfast stall. Xu Changqing, deciding to just get whatever they offered, ordered some of the shop's crispy fried dough rings and stewed liver.
