Just as the morning broadcast of the Rolling Mill faded away, Su Changshun gave a huge yawn. He had just parked his 28-inch bicycle in the shed, with Li Xiaomei following right beside him, her hand protectively over her lower abdomen.
With half a fried dough stick still dangling from his mouth and the sleepy, lazy air of someone who had barely woken up, he stood in sharp contrast to the bustling workers rushing past to punch in for their shifts.
"My dear wife, what do you want for lunch? That cabbage and vermicelli stew down at the Canteen probably doesn't have a single drop of oil in it again. How about... I head over to the back kitchen and have Shazhu whip us up a special private dish?" Tilting his head, his voice still carried the slight hoarseness of just waking up and his habitual teasing tone.
Chapter 84