Shen Feng rolled out of bed, rubbed his bleary eyes in his pajamas, and walked out of the bedroom to the dining table.
Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and meat buns were laid out on the table, while the aroma of fried eggs and sausages drifted from the kitchen.
He grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, letting the fragrance of the meat filling bloom across his tongue as he walked to the kitchen door and peered inside.
A figure in an apron stood with her back to him—sweater, skirt, hair pinned up. She turned and smiled at Shen Feng. Fine wrinkles lined her face; time had stolen her youth and beauty, yet her eyes were filled with loving kindness.
"Wash your hands before eating. Take the eggs and sausages to the table."
Mom...
Shen Feng vaguely felt as though he had forgotten something. He answered, "Oh," took the plate, and set it on the table.
A middle-aged man with glasses and the air of an intellectual came out of the bathroom, smiling as he said to Shen Feng:
"Xiao Feng, you're up early today. Not bad. Go wash your hands and eat, or you'll miss morning reading."
Dad...
Still biting into his bun, Shen Feng went to wash his hands and sat at the table. His father and mother smiled at him and began eating as well, casually chatting with him about school.
Shen Feng responded as he picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite. Then he ate a fried egg his mother had placed on his plate, took a huge gulp of soy milk from his bowl, and sighed contentedly.
He looked at his parents before him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but for the moment, he could not remember