The next morning, Ji Mo finished his glass of warm milk as usual and obediently said goodbye to his family. "Big brother, sister-in-law, second brother, and fifth sister, I'm heading to school."
"Do you have your lunch box?" Shen Hanxing raised her head to look at him. "I had them pack some of that crispy pork that you liked last night. Finish it all, don't waste it."
Ji Mo held the insulated lunchbox in his hand, and his gaze drooped slightly. Actually, the food served in the cafeteria was quite delicious. Every meal was well balanced and taste better than most home lunches.
However, when he brought food from home, that meant that someone specifically observed and prepared what he wanted to eat. He never experienced someone meticulously preparing lunch for him every day. This was the warmth that came from his family.
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
