"Gu Jin, why are you up so early?"
Chen Hong stood at the kitchen door, looking at Gu Jin in the kitchen with disbelief.
It's not that Gu Jin is lazy, but she had never made breakfast for so many years.
Hearing her aunt's voice, Gu Jin turned her head and spoke frankly, with no intention of showing off: "The doctor said little An is not well, so I got up to make him some soup."
Upon hearing this, Chen Hong's shock subsided a bit, though she felt a twinge of jealousy.
After raising this girl for so many years, it's the first time she has seen her being nice to someone.
Adopting this little wolf cub and treating him like a treasure, spending over a hundred at the hospital, and now getting up early to take care of him.
Chen Hong stepped into the kitchen, lured by the aroma of meat soup wafting through the room.
But she wouldn't compete with a child for food.
She walked closer to Gu Jin, saw another stovetop idle, and touched the warm blue bricks.
