Han Wen scrolled through TikTok until four in the morning last night. By the time she walked out of her bedroom, she could already smell the fragrant aroma of stir-fried dishes. She instantly felt a bit awkward and blurted out, "Is it a little late for me to be coming down now?"
Zhang Yuxi knew she was embarrassed and teased, "Not late at all. You're just in time for lunch."
Hearing this, Han Wen was even more at a loss. Wasn't she supposed to help me out of this awkward spot?
Zhou Cuilan saw Han Wen's discomfort and asked with a smile, "There's still some porridge left from this morning. Would you like some, or would you prefer rice?"
Han Wen hurriedly replied, "Auntie, I'll just have some porridge, thank you." She was worried her stomach wouldn't be able to handle something so greasy in the morning.
