The young ones started getting up one by one.
Washing faces and brushing teeth.
Many people crowded around one table for breakfast, eating buns, steamed bread, millet porridge, pickled cabbage and pickled radish, and stir-fried potato with shredded meat.
"I'm off to work," Fang Chaoyang said as he rode off on his bicycle, carrying a thermos.
"Xiao Fang, are you taking lunch to eat at the factory?" Little Aunt Zhao thought Fang Chaoyang was taking his lunch to the factory.
"No, Xiao Yang is just dropping off some food for a friend on the way, Little Aunt. We're heading out too. You all stay at home. When I finish my morning class, I'll come back and take you out for a stroll."
Little Aunt Zhao quickly responded, "You go ahead with your work, don't worry about us. Aunt Fang is here, and so is your mom."
"Dad, Mom, we're off to work too."
"Aunt, Uncle, I'm going to work."
"Aunts, I'm off to the shop too."
In no time, the table was left with just the older folks.
