Yang Chen sat at the dining table, looking at the hot milk, fruit salad, tofu pudding, exquisite finger-sized deep-fried dough sticks, and the salted vegetables carved into flower shapes...
It felt like a dream.
It's not that the food was particularly exquisite, but these breakfasts gave him a feeling... a feeling like being cared for by his parents.
When he was in junior high, he had a good relationship with a classmate and was lucky enough to be invited to stay at his home for a night.
When he woke up in the morning, his classmate's parents prepared hot milk and bread for them.
For his classmate, this was the most common thing, but for Yang Chen, it was an immense luxury.
That breakfast became an indelible memory for him.
He had dreamt countless times of waking up in the morning to a cup of hot milk.
But each time was a disappointment.
Including during his high school entrance exams, he hoped to drink a cup of hot milk before the test...
