At four in the morning, Jiang Siming opened his eyes, quietly got out of bed, put on his clothes, and slipped downstairs without making a sound.
"Meow~"
A'Nan heard the movement and ran into the room from her dreams. When she saw Jiang Siming, she looked a little puzzled.
Since when did Master start waking up so early? I've never seen him come out this early before.
"Go back to sleep, A'Nan. Dad's making you something delicious today."
Jiang Siming considered pets his daughters, so naturally he referred to himself as their dad. Hehe.
"Meow~" A'Nan understood him, grabbed a cloth doll from the sofa in her mouth, and ran back to her favorite nest to sleep.
After hurriedly washing up, Jiang Siming went to the garage and drove out the Babord G800. Taking advantage of the lingering darkness, he headed out.
No one at home knew what he was up to.
Only Jiang Siming himself knew. Today was Qixi Festival, the seventh day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar.
On ordinary foreign holidays, or those made-up 520 holidays, Jiang Siming would not pay any attention.
All those holidays were hyped up by merchants for the sole purpose of tricking couples into spending money. Jiang Siming did not care for foreign holidays either.
But today was China's Qixi Festival, the true day when the Cowherd and Weaver Girl met across the magpie bridge. Jiang Siming felt that he absolutely had to celebrate it.
That was why he had gotten up so early—to buy groceries. If he did not go early, many ingredients would sell out.
Jiang Siming drove to the market near the residential complex where Yin Zhirou had once lived. When he arrived, the farmers had just started work.
It was not yet five, and there were