Leng Zimo gently pushed open the kitchen door, which parted to immediately cast her figure into his line of sight.
She wore his oversized shirt, its waist cinched into a delicate curve by an apron’s sash, her long hair casually pinned on top of her head with a chopstick, revealing a slender, fair neck, and love bites peeking out from beneath the snow-white shirt collar.
"Success!"
Luo Xiaoqian nimbly used a spatula to transfer the fried eggs from the pan to a plate, looking at her creation with a satisfied smile on her face.
Although the exhaust fan was on, one could still smell the rich aroma of milk and the scent of fried eggs.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a faint golden glow on her side.
After pouring the eggs onto the plate, milk into the cup, she carefully wiped away a speck of oil from the plate and placed the washed chopsticks meticulously at the edge... She looked every bit the early-rising wife preparing breakfast for her husband.
In Leng Zimo’s heart, an inexplicably tender emotion welled up.
"You’re here!" She noticed him standing by the door, flashed a smile, and said, "Just in time, eat while it’s hot!"
Leng Zimo walked over, took a seat at the table, and glanced at the milk in the cup, frowning slightly, "I want coffee!"
He had drunk milk back when his mother was alive, but now, every morning, he was accustomed to coffee.
"I made so much, I can’t possibly drink it all. Besides, coffee isn’t good for the stomach in the morning!" Untying her apron and sitting down opposite him, she pushed the cup of milk toward him with a smile, "Waste is not a good habit, you know!"
After her father’s death and their family’s downfall, to help pay for her mother’s medical expenses, she saved wherever she could.
To her, having something to eat was a matter of great happiness.
So, when there was something to eat, she was always in a good mood.


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