Jiang Zhixun had a backup plan; if Sister-in-law Wang didn't accept the malted milk, he wouldn't insist.
After the New Year, when he returned from Beijing, he would bring Sister-in-law Wang some local specialties.
The pastries and roast duck from Beijing were quite good.
But the journey was a bit long, and carrying roast duck wasn't convenient—by the time it reached the Northwest, it might have spoiled.
Jiang Zhixun planned to bring a box of pastries and ask his mother to help pick out some items that women might like for Sister-in-law Wang. He wouldn't let her help for nothing.
He placed breakfast on the table: veggie porridge, steamed buns, and boiled eggs, a well-balanced meal.
He told Sister-in-law Wang to eat first. "I'll feed her."
Sister-in-law Wang didn't argue with him, quickly stepping aside to give him room.
She picked up a bun and said cheerfully, "I'll go check out the neighboring ward and chat with folks for a bit."
