"Tan You? You're here so early today?" Just as Tan You was lost in thought, a man in his forties pushing a food cart to serve breakfast greeted her.
Tan You snapped out of her daze. "Uncle Qian, good morning. I woke up early and didn't want to disturb anyone, so I came down to the cafeteria to wait."
Uncle Qian tapped the side of a stainless steel container, making a CLANGING sound. "Today's breakfast is rice porridge and steamed buns. Your aunt made plenty of buns; I'll get you two."
Tan You thanked him for his kindness. "Thank you, Uncle Qian. Let me help. It's too much for one person to handle."
Of course, Uncle Qian didn't refuse her offer. "Alright. That way, your aunt can take a little break."
The cafeteria was run by Uncle Qian and his wife. Tan You had seen Uncle Qian's wife, Aunt Mei, a few times—a plump, middle-aged woman who looked very kind and approachable. And indeed, she was always very nice to Tan You.
