Sixth floor, knock on the door.
"Li Wei, open the door!"
Li Wei's home is on the top floor.
After more than ten seconds, a middle-aged woman opened the door.
"Little Ci!"
The woman's forehead wrinkles were deep, and there were already many gray hairs on her head.
"Auntie, I'm looking for Li Wei!"
This is Li Wei's mom.
"Little Ci? Come, have breakfast with us!"
In the living room, a middle-aged man greeted Lin Baici.
"Uncle!"
Lin Baici greeted.
That was his childhood friend's dad, who had an accident early on, broke his leg, and couldn't find a good job. So he set up a stall outside the community to repair bicycles and electric bikes.
"Auntie, I've bought breakfast!"
Lin Baici raised the soy milk and dough sticks in his hands.
"You child, why buy breakfast?"
Aunt Li knew that Lin Baici's family was also not well-off, but since he had already bought it, she hurried to the kitchen to get him bowls and chopsticks: "Xiao Dan, aren't you getting up?"
