"Keep walking, don't stop," said Professor Yang Ping.
The three of them walked slowly along the sidewalk after leaving the park, with Professor Yang Ping in the middle, Weber on the left, and Manstein on the right. The morning light had fully spilled out from the gaps between buildings, tinting the entire street with a faint golden hue. The breakfast stall owner was lifting the steamer lid, white steam rising into the air, infused with the aroma of buns and shaomai.
"Let's go, have breakfast," said Professor Yang Ping.
The three walked into the breakfast stall. Professor Yang Ping ordered a bowl of soy milk, two deep-fried dough sticks, and a tea egg. Weber and Manstein followed, ordering the same.
