Early the next morning, Lu Jingang woke up as usual according to his biological clock. After washing up, he appeared at the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. On the table was the breakfast prepared by Aunt Chen.
"Good morning, sir." Aunt Chen spotted Lu Jingang eating breakfast as she returned from the laundry balcony.
Lu Jingang glanced at her and replied flatly, "Morning." As he withdrew his gaze, he happened to see the blue trench coat and beige knit dress that She had worn yesterday in Aunt Chen's hands.
"From the sound of your voice, the cold seems much better. One more day of medicine should fully cure it. Doctor Yu probably won't come today either. You must take your medicine on time and not stop because your cold seems to have improved."
"Hmm, understood," Lu Jingang responded casually before asking indifferently, "What are you holding?"
