When Park Jinsuk got up, it was already 8:30 in the morning.
She wasn't a guest like Bae Juhyun, so waking up early or late didn't bring her any stress or burden.
So when she walked out of the bedroom and smelled the aroma of fried rice wafting through the living room, she was taken aback.
At this moment, Liu Xin'an came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of kimchi fried rice, and when he saw his mom, he flashed a smile.
"Just in time, your future daughter-in-law made you breakfast."
Park Jinsuk's eyes widened, did Bae Juhyun make this? She thought Bae Juhyun, being an artist, might not be very good at cooking.
"Juhyun made it?"
"Yeah, she insisted on getting up to make it for you, I couldn't stop her."
Liu Xin'an shrugged, confirming it, and then he put down the plate of steaming fried rice.
