Early in the morning, Musheng got up first to go for a run and came back to see that Zhao Sishang was already up.
Sitting at the table in the living room, eating something.
Auntie Li had simmered a fresh pot of porridge, the air was filled with the light aroma of meat and rice, which made one's mouth water just by smelling it.
"Miss Musheng, you're back from your run. Come have a bowl of hot preserved egg and lean pork congee. I won't boast about anything else, but my porridge-making skills are the best."
Auntie Li brought over a bowl of porridge, and Musheng accepted it with both hands and smiled, "Thank you, Auntie Li."
As Auntie Li watched Musheng sit down to eat her porridge, she glanced upstairs, "Has the... Mister not gotten up yet?"
"Not yet."
Musheng took a sip of the congee, which was indeed delicious and much better than that of an ordinary restaurant. "He should be getting up soon. Auntie Li, please prepare a bowl for him as well."
"Sure!"
