The frost has arrived, and the deep autumn grows colder.
Shen You'an walked out of her bedroom. Luo Wan came out of the kitchen carrying a tray, and upon seeing Shen You'an, she immediately said, "An'an, hurry up and wash up for breakfast."
After speaking, she placed the tray on the dining table, quickly rubbed her hands together, and muttered, "What kind of lousy weather is this? It turns cold just like that."
Shen You'an finished washing up and came over. Zhang Jian and Luo Qian raised their heads, smiling as they looked at Shen You'an.
Luo Wan placed down the final plate of steamed egg custard, smiled, and gently ruffled Shen You'an's hair. "In the blink of an eye, our dear An'an is already fifteen, growing into a young lady."
Luo Wan had woken up at four in the morning to start preparing, setting the table with a sumptuous breakfast full of food Shen You'an loved.
