The old man still seemed to be enjoying the breakfast atmosphere.
Jane set the food down and stepped away. After thanking her, Mr. Hack didn't hurry to eat. Instead, he frowned slightly as he gazed out the window.
The breakfast shop was somewhat long and narrow. They were seated by the window in the second-to-last row.
It was easy to see that Mr. Hack had chosen this spot without even having to think about it.
The same menu, the same seat, no need for words. For a male regular, it was certainly a common preference.
But that didn't mean these choices had been made carelessly.
The window was large, but the very last row still felt somewhat cramped.
Even with all the curtains drawn back, it was still hard to get a good look outside.
And if you sat too close to the entrance, the four-story concrete building across the way blocked out all the morning sunlight.
Only this spot avoided both problems.
It also wasn't in the middle of the enormous window, so there was no discomfort from passersby staring in.
Feeling the wisdom of his senior, Fu Qian also fixed his gaze on what the old man was looking at.
The area was laid out rather haphazardly. The concrete building mentioned earlier was clearly some kind of factory, judging by the chimney rising beside it.
Just across a narrow lane from it stood a cluster of slightly shorter buildings.
Their more refined, elegant façades and balconies in assorted, subtly different styles all suggested they were residences.
And comparing the two made it easy to understand why the breakfast shop was doing poorly.
The factory chimney wasn't emitting any smoke, and although it was already past eight, many curtains in the residential area were still closed.
Even among the