An Ning walked past Secretary Song. She didn't need anyone to lead the way and headed for the machinery factory on her own.
Behind her, Secretary Song glanced at his watch.
'So early? Is she already done eating?'
'Could it be that she was too embarrassed?'
Secretary Song took a few quick steps to catch up to An Ning. "Comrade An Ning, what did you have for breakfast?"
"Seafood congee, meat buns, a box of dumplings, and a side dish."
An Ning's pace was steady, but her mouth was already starting to water. It had been so delicious.
She was telling the truth, but Secretary Song, who was beside her, became certain of his suspicions.
'Who could possibly eat all that in the morning? The state-run restaurants aren't even open yet.'
'Even if there were street vendors, they wouldn't be selling seafood congee and dumplings, would they?'
"That's quite a spread. Would you like to eat some more?"
"Are you trying to make me burst? Don't tell me you're in league with Jiang Dongcheng?"
