The next morning, when Lin Jiang woke up, it was already past eight o'clock.
"You're up so early? You could have slept in. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave," Qin Yangyang said when she saw Lin Jiang come out.
"It's past eight. That's not early."
"I found a new toothbrush for you. Come eat after you've washed up."
"Okay."
After washing up, Lin Jiang went to the dining room. The table was covered with takeout containers.
His own breakfast was normal—rice porridge, eggs, pan-fried buns, and the like. But Qin Yangyang's was very plain, all diet food.
"You should try these sticky rice balls. They're delicious."
Qin Yangyang took the initiative to place one in Lin Jiang's bowl.
This gesture was a bit unexpected for Lin Jiang. After all, Qin Yangyang's personality was usually quite cold.
"And this fried egg, try it. I made it myself, it's not takeout." As she spoke, she put the fried egg on his plate as well.
