The pot continuously simmered porridge, and Changyi had stuffed enough firewood in the stove to keep it burning.
Once the laundry was washed, Changyi and An Jing entered the kitchen for breakfast.
As An Jing sipped on the steaming rice porridge, her body warmed, and her heart even more so.
Watching Changyi across from her peel an egg for her, An Jing's heart wasn't just warm, it was deliciously sweet.
"Husband, I don't like the egg yolk, it's too rich for me."
"If you break it up and mix it with the porridge, it won't be."
"But then I feel like it makes the porridge taste bad."
"So what would you like to do?"
"I'll give the yolk to you," An Jing said, smilingly placing a whole egg yolk into his bowl.
Changyi didn't smile but said seriously, "I'll eat it this time, but next time you need to eat it yourself." Eggs were nutritious; he wanted her to eat at least one whole egg every day.
An Jing readily agreed, "Alright, I'll eat it myself next time."
