After the people from the Bamboo Leaf Gang left, the residents in the core area quickly dispersed.
Chen An was still kneading Wen Zhiyun's hand. He smiled and said,
"Let's go back to the house for breakfast."
"Ok."
Wen Zhiyun responded softly. Her voice sounded gentler than ever.
When the two of them returned to the house, Gu Xinyue had already made breakfast.
She made spirit chicken porridge, soy milk, and fried dough sticks.
They were all placed on the dining table in the hall.
It was still a little cold in the morning, and it was steaming hot. It looked delicious.
"Husband, quickly sit down and drink the spirit chicken porridge that Sister Gu personally cooked. It's delicious."
"Sister Wen, take a seat too."
Seeing the two of them return, Song Huaying, who was sitting at the dining table feeding her daughter porridge, immediately said with a sweet smile.
