Fu Cheng could eat the steamed bun by himself, but Shen Lu still had to hold the soy milk for him to drink.
His left hand wasn't strong enough yet; he couldn't hold the soy milk steady and would likely spill it.
But Shen Lu was already very pleased with this. Breakfast today was a breeze for her; all she had to do was help him with the soy milk, which was just a matter of lifting her hand.
The morning news broadcast a weather alert, warning of heavy rainfall for the next three days and advising citizens to be careful when going out.
"Is this weather forecast a joke?" Shen Lu complained. "It's almost never right."
Ever since she got her Light Brain, Shen Lu would check the weather forecast every night before bed, but it was wrong eight out of ten times.
Many times, it would show clear skies for the next day, but when the next day came, it would be cloudy.
This was especially true for rain; it had almost never been predicted accurately.
