A night had passed.
Jiang Nuan hadn't slept well all night, and in the morning, she got up with panda eyes. She thought she had gotten up early enough, but when she came out of the room, she found steaming breakfast already set on the table.
"Morning."
A tall, slender man came out of the kitchen wearing a short-sleeved shirt, holding a plate in his hand.
Jiang Nuan's hand that was brushing her hair dropped as if she was electrocuted. Her eyes were bewildered, "Morning."
Fu Yi's expression was normal as he greeted her, "I just finished making it, and you got up. Perfect timing, come sit and have breakfast together."
"Oh." Jiang Nuan pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down, staring at the fried dough sticks and soy milk in front of her with surprise written all over her face, "Did you make all of this?"
