The next morning, Harano had breakfast and finally ate a fried egg—with a runny yolk at that, bidding a complete farewell to those bland, tasteless boiled eggs. This put him in an even better mood, and he felt that at this slow and steady pace, braised pork was no longer a distant dream.
He decided to give himself a day off today as a reward. After breakfast, he started roaming around the house, and when he followed the wooden corridor to the front yard, he looked up and saw Qing feeding the chicks—she was holding a flat bamboo basket, completely focused as she kept scattering bran for a group of fluffy, golden chicks. Most of the chicks kept their heads down, pecking at the food, but there were a few mischievous ones running around her, some even playfully pecking at each other.
She didn't get upset, just gently scooped up a chick, played with it for a moment, then gently put it back, telling them not to squabble and play, but eat properly.
