Back home, Hai Ge still hadn't woken up.
Musheng placed the steamed buns on the table and went over to tickle Hai Ge's neck, softly calling her, "Time to get up for breakfast."
Hai Ge woke up after being tickled a few times, her eyes opening in confusion and taking quite a while to come around.
"Time for breakfast."
Musheng turned back to tidy up the small wooden table. Just last night, she realized that Mo Yao had tidied up again, spreading a floral tablecloth over the small dining table, which added a warm touch. Thinking about Mo Yao, whose situation was still unknown, she sighed deeply.
"What time is it?"
Having just gotten out of bed, Hai Ge was still a little groggy. Musheng prepared a plate for her, serving a tier of steamed buns; she had also bought some porridge on the way back. Once everything was ready, Musheng and Hai Ge sat down together for breakfast.
"Where is Mo Yao now?"
