The breakfast includes sautéed vegetables, pickles, buns, and amazingly, sugared triangles and flower rolls. It's quite a feast.
Seeing Su Xiaowan coming over, Han Dongchen said, "The porridge has already cooled down, it's just right to drink now, not too hot. I haven't had breakfast with you too often, and I don't know what you like, so I bought a bit of everything. It's okay if we can't finish it, I see that you have a fridge at home, so we can store the leftovers in there."
Su Xiaowan glanced at Han Dongchen and quietly picked up a flower roll. She took a sip of the porridge. It indeed wasn't hot.
Her stomach was quite hungry, but Su Xiaowan was used to eating slowly. Meanwhile, her mind was churning with thoughts.
Han Dongchen was incredibly gentle. Although she had previously noticed his potential to be a homely husband, doing household chores without complaint, she had never seen him be this attentive.
