In the morning, Fu Ting and Fu Pei woke up at the same biological clock. After washing up and going downstairs, she saw that Cen Juan had already prepared breakfast on the table in the living room.
The dried scallop porridge that had been carefully cooked and the millet that had been boiled until it was sticky emitted an alluring fragrance. He had also made pan-fried buns and youtiao. It was tempting.
The man looked up at her. His facial features were well-defined, and he looked indescribably seductive.
His eyes were filled with laziness, and his eyes seemed to be glowing." Uncle Fu, good morning."
"You made it?" Fu Pei did not give her a good look because he had planned to prepare breakfast for Fu Ting himself, but Cen Juan snatched the opportunity.
"I'm a junior, and Uncle Fu is an elder."Cen Juan pulled out a chair for Fu Pei. His smile was particularly bright in the morning light." It's my duty to cook for Uncle Fu.""
