After instructing her, the aunt also got off work. She was the only one left in the apartment, and she suddenly felt empty.
Lying in the fluffy warm quilt, Wu Xuewei curled her lips in disdain. In the end, she could not resist the protests of her stomach, so she got off the bed and went to the kitchen.
The dumplings and dishes on the table were already cold. They were placed on the dining table, giving off a cold feeling no matter how one looked at them.
There were steamed and boiled dumplings in the dumplings. The dishes were relatively simple. There were only three home-cooked dishes: seaweed egg flower soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and beef stir-fried with onions. The appearance was really not satisfactory.
The rice that had been served was already cold. The chopsticks were placed right next to the bowl. He had already prepared everything and was just waiting for her to eat.
