Breakfast.
In Yang Chen's eyes, having the family sit together for breakfast had always been a kind of luxury wish.
Now, he never thought that something he believed impossible would happen right in front of him.
"These are the bacon I made, there's bread, and if you prefer the federated way of eating, there's also a vegetable salad. The director likes the Yan-style, so I made century egg and lean pork congee, and also some fried dough sticks, there are some pickles too, see what you like to eat," Yang Chen eagerly put the dishes on the table and said to the two.
Ruan Ling and Fu Zhou looked at the two styles of food, conflicted and undecided.
After a while, Ruan Ling turned to Fu Zhou, pleading, "How about... we try both?"
After all, these were breakfasts made by her son!
Fu Zhou hesitated too and looked at Yang Chen, "Neither of us has eaten breakfast, so why not... try both?"
"Alright!" Yang Chen immediately gave them both portions.
