Gu Jinlin smiled. "Don't worry, I can make breakfast. You cook every day. If we exhaust you, Younger Uncle and Father will have my hide."
Gu Qingyao was amused. "No, cooking is not at all tiring."
"I still can't bear to let you do all this!"
"What are we eating?" Gu Qingyao stretched her neck to peek.
Gu Jinlin replied, "Porridge and pancakes."
There was mixed grain porridge cooking in the pot and Gu Jinlin was making rye flour pancakes. For vegetables, they had a dish of preserved vegetables and a dish of pickled beans. He had also cooked an egg each for Gu Qingyao and the two children.
When Gu Qingyao arrived, she had brought thirty eggs with her, some meat, and some fine grain.
Zhou Ping's heart ached to see that they had used up three eggs for breakfast. Also, her son had woken up early to make breakfast. She felt that Gu Qingyao had come here to play instead of taking care of them.
