When Li Ming arrived, the people at Red Dust were gathered on the first floor having breakfast. Shuangshuang had gotten up early to prepare century egg and lean pork congee along with mushroom chicken congee, plus some pickled vegetables and two light stir-fried dishes. Though simple, the flavors were rich and aromatic.
Qiangqiang sat on Professor Zhang's lap, holding a small bowl and eating happily. Over the past few days, a touch of blood had returned to Qiangqiang's pale little face, making him look healthier.
As soon as Li Ming, the foodie, walked in, he headed straight for the dining table without waiting for anyone to invite him. After washing his hands, he picked up a bowl and served himself some congee, leaving the waiter standing next to the congee pot, ready to help, a bit stunned.
