The three of them sat down, with Mu Yan sitting next to Jiang Jingheng, and Song Cheng'an sitting across from them.
Because Mu Yan had lost a lot of weight recently, Jiang Jingheng made a very hearty breakfast.
Song Cheng'an ate the black bean sauce chicken feet with a face full of amazement, "Jing Heng, your cooking skills are wasted if you don't open a restaurant, tell me how many years you've been practicing."
"Can't eating shut your mouth?" Jiang Jingheng glanced at him, his hand stirring the porridge without stopping.
He tasted a sip, the temperature was just right, and he placed the bowl of porridge in front of Mu Yan.
Then, he added a crystal bun to her bowl.
Seeing crumbs on the corner of her mouth, he picked up a napkin and helped wipe her.
Because Song Cheng'an was there, Mu Yan felt a bit shy and whispered, "I can do it myself."
Jiang Jingheng noticed her thoughts and said calmly, "Just pretend he's not there."
