Li Xianglu knew that this person, despite looking burly, was actually quite shy and had a strong sense of self-esteem, so she didn't insist any further and saw the guest out.
Returning to the kitchen, Li Xianglu cooked some rice porridge, fried four eggs, made a cucumber salad, sliced some pickles, and heated up ten buns and some steamed rolls.
Before long, Qin Xi arrived with Qin Xiaopang in tow. Qin Xiaopang, looking groggy, sat at the table and perked up instantly at the sight of the golden eggs, snatching one up and devouring half of it in one bite.
Li Xianglu shook her head, picked up a soft steamed roll, tore it evenly, stuffed an egg inside, added some sliced pickles, and handed it to Grandpa.
Mr. Li had taken a liking to this way of eating as well. He took a bite, enjoying the flavor of the egg and the taste of the pickles, then took a sip of the rice porridge and felt utterly comfortable all over.
