Lady Zhao never complained.
Even if she did have any complaints, she dared not to voice them.
After eating a few doughnuts, Shangguan Furong spoke again: "Also, the porridge today doesn't seem as thick as yesterday's, mom, did you wake up late this morning?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Zhao, who was holding a doughnut, immediately stopped.
Last night, she had spent almost the entire night in the Buddha Hall, indeed waking up a bit later than usual this morning.
Could it be...
Had Shangguan Furong noticed something?
A chill ran down Lady Zhao's spine. She raised her head to glance at Shangguan Furong before saying, "Sure, I'll pay more attention tomorrow morning."
Shangguan Furong nodded contentedly, "Hm, and I want to eat crystal pan-fried dumplings for breakfast tomorrow."
It seemed Shangguan Furong hadn't noticed anything, thus Lady Zhao let out a sigh of relief.
