Morning.
Aaron left Old Yu's house and found a pan-fried bun shop at the street corner to buy breakfast.
Jinhu drew merchants from all directions, and delicacies from every corner of the land as well. Any cuisine could be found here.
These pan-fried buns were bursting with juice and dripping with oil, their fragrance filling the air.
Aaron ate eight in one go before sipping his soy milk and strolling leisurely back to Old Yu's house.
"Mr. Bai."
At this moment, there were also a young man and woman who looked like students at Old Yu's house. They smiled and greeted him.
They were Old Yu's son and daughter. The son was named Yu Qiu, while the daughter was Yu Yu.
Yu Qiu was tall and skinny. Seeing the greaseproof paper packet and soy milk in Aaron's hands, he unconsciously swallowed.
Yu Yu still had a little baby fat on her face. With her round face and big eyes, she was very cute. She was more interested in Bai Zhu's handsome appearance.
"Xiao Qiu, Xiao Yu!"
Aaron smiled in greeting and went up to his attic room.
Yu Qiu sniffed, looking at his own coarse-grain porridge and pickles. "Mr. Bai eats meat every meal... He really is rich."
"He's an author who gets books published. His monthly royalties must be at least several dozen yuan!" Yu Yu said enviously.
"Publishing books? What books?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up. He considered his own writing fairly decent—perhaps he could write something too.
"I think it's called... The Book Mountain Swordsman's Tale?" Yu Yu answered.
"I've read it... Brother Shuming is completely obsessed with it." Thinking of the novel his classmate had strongly recommended, Yu Qiu suddenly lost all interest.
With that level of skill and prose, he probably could not write it.