In the thick white fog, a shadowy figure reached out to stop Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo lowered the handlebar, looked at the shadow, and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, you're out so early today. Heading to Liu Street?"

Uncle Zhang was Auntie Xuan's husband, a rather rigid man who didn't appreciate jokes. Only Auntie Xuan could handle him. He used to do odd jobs for Li Sha's father and later joined a construction team, doing manual labor. With five kids at home, the pressure was naturally high, and he worked from dawn till dusk, rarely seen around.

Today, like usual, Uncle Zhang carried his meal tools, an old toolbox covered in mud and dust.