His little sister looked toward the breakfast stall and unconsciously swallowed; naturally, that tiny gesture did not escape Qin Yao's notice.
"This girl was frightened last night, and there was no 'extra meal' for her at home during the day. She's probably hungry."
Originally, Qin Yao had planned to wait until he finished speaking with Little Liuzi, then disguise himself as "Xiao Huangren" and head to the old hunter's cooked-meat shop in East Village to stock up.
Who would have thought Yang Yongchao would barge in halfway through and disrupt the original rhythm?
Fortunately, that bastard had come early.
Had he come any later, discovered Qin Yao was absent, and stubbornly lingered at the house to keep watch—
Only to see Qin Yao return wearing Xiao Huangren's face. In his shock, he might let out a roar, and that would truly blow the lid off everything!
"We were busy for half the night, and our stomachs are growling. Why not find a breakfast stall and fill our bellies first?"
The moment Qin Yao said this, his little sister immediately clapped her hands and bounced with delight. "Yes, yes, yes~"
Then, as though remembering something, she tilted up her little head and looked at Qin Dashan with eager eyes. "Is that okay, Grandpa?"
Old Master Qin exchanged a smile with Qin Yao, the two sharing a tacit understanding that needed no words. "Fine. We can also ask the stall owner where there are cheap houses for rent."
The thin morning mist, like gauze, had yet to be fully dispersed by the rising sun.
A chill lingered everywhere in the air.
At the street corner, a faded cloth banner swayed gently in the breeze, with a blurry character for "food" upon it.
A simple stove had been set up there, with